So, I was checking the views the other day and, apart from the prologue, the chapter with the most view is the last one I posted… How those that even work? DO you guys like to skip it or something?

ANYWAYS, I don't know if you've noticed but the first letter of all the chapters spell out PANDAS… the more you know.

Carry on.


Twenty years earlier…

The young Prince Alexander of Arendelle stands in the porch of the grand palace of Corona. The wind blows his fiery red hair back, making it messy. His big, steady hands grip the railing tightly as he stares at the kingdom. It's quite beautiful actually. His friend, the newly appointed King Thomas, was getting married to Primrose. A commoner he stumbled upon and fell madly in love with. Giant purple and yellow banners hang around the streets, signaling their union.

Alexander sighs. He wishes that he could love someone like that, but, as the years go by, his chances grow slimmer and slimmer. It wasn't his age, for crying out loud he was twenty five, it was the fact that no one wanted to marry someone from a tiny little place like Arendelle. With a small army and naval fleet, the only thing you could get was the prince's heart… something that most found petty.

"Alex!" A deep voice hollers. A hand is clamped on the redhead's shoulder, turning him around.

"Hello, Victor," the Arendellian greets. Time to stop being a pessimist and enjoy this god dammed wedding.

"Alex, my friend! How are you?" A thick and heavy Spanish accent rolls out of his tongue. He holds a big bottle of beer in his other hand. The yellow liquid dances in it's container, dripping some residue from time to time.

"I'm good, how do you faire?" Alexander holds his breath as the smell of alcohol oozing from his companion reaches his nostrils. The Prince wasn't one for drinking too much.

"I'm fabulous! Great! Wonderful!" Victor's throat rumbles; a heavy laugh erupts. "Have you seen all these beautiful women?" The redhead doesn't like the way he laughs, it reminds him of thunder and lighting clashing- something he utterly despises.

The Arendellian fakes a smiles, "yes, Victor, I have." The way Victor treats the opposite sex also irritates him. Women have rights too, you know.

"Good," The Spanish man pushes his friend away from the porch, "because tonight," he smiles, "we shall find you a lover!"

Alexander frowns, "Don't worry about me, Victor," he stops walking, "you go ahead."

"Are you sure?" Victor asks rolling the r.

The Arendellien gives him a nod, "yes, now go on! The women await you!"

The other man chuckles, "if you say so." He stumbles away.

Alexander turns with the intention of going back outside, but, instead, he crashes into someone. "I'm so sorry!" he says, wrapping his arms around the other body to prevent it from falling.

"Watch where- It-It's ok, don't worry about it." The girl says once her eyes land on his.

"I'm Alexander, by the way." He murmurs while gazing at the beauty before him.

Alex lets her go and she straitens up. "I'm Roxanne." She smiles kindly at him. Her dark brown hair looks almost black in the night sky.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Roxanne."

"The pleasure's all mine." She bows politely. "If you don't mine me asking, where are you from? You don't look like you're form here."

"I'm from Arendelle actually, in Norway."

"Arendelle? Well, I can't say that I've been there myself, but I have heard that it's beautiful this time of the year."

"Oh yes, yes. All the flowers come out and you can see the mountains… it's quite the sight for sore eyes."

The night passes by quickly for the young Alex. Being with this other twenty-year-old makes time, and the Prince's heart, speed up. It gives him a feeling that he has craved for years and years- a feeling he deeply desires.


"I remember," Katherine's eyes darken. A new form of hatred sets in them. She gets out of her cousin's grasp and wobbles towards Elsa, who just stands still, trying to process everything.

Kat remembers… she knows who it is!

The brunette pushes past the blonde, her kaleidoscope orbs fixated in one person. The window blows open, it's doors crashing violently against the wall. The mess of Katherine's clothes now fly at random, crashing into everything. One particular pair of dirty trousers land on the blonde's face. She throws it away in and wriggles her nose in disgust.

"How could you? I trusted you! I trusted you and you go and-and kidnap me?!" She summons a gust of wind that send the criminal crashing into the wall.


"Oh, Alex, words cannot describe how wonderful I spent the night!"

"I guess you speak for both of us, Victor. I also spent an amazing night."

"I met someone," They both say at the same time. They send each other quizzical looks.

"I thought you said you were only going to sleep with them," Alex murmurs while taking a gulp from his drink. The alcohol burns down his throat, and then sits pleasantly in his stomach.

The duo was in a bar by the castle. It was the day after the wedding, around noon. The pungent smell of beer floats around the almost empty restaurant. Only two tables are occupied. The waitress, a young woman with spiky red hair, moves about, cleaning the perimeter. Paintings of people having fun and drinking align the darkly lit walls.

"I was until I met this beauty." Victor brushes his dark brown hair back, "Una verdadera mujer."

The redhead blinks. Spanish wasn't one of his strongest suits. "Then you should go first." That's a surprise.

The Spanish man chuckles, "Oh she's a beauty, Alex. I met her early, very early, this morning. She saved me from vomiting in Thomas' garden."

"You have a very nice story to tell your children there, my friend!" The redhead jokes, causing both twenty-plus-year-olds to laugh.

"Yes, very funny." Victor's eyes glaze around the place. The bar's empty, besides them. A peculiar panting of a brunette taking a sip of wine gets his attention. It gives him a seductive stare, the one he usually gives to get laid. He looks away, the drawing's eyes burning his soul. "She has this beautiful dark brown hair, almost black, and these chocolate brown eyes…"

Alexander frowns, "no way. The girl I met is like that too." He'd stop talking to Roxanne around twelve… just an hour before Victor met his girl, but it couldn't be her. She looked too pure, too nice and wonderful to every speak with such a disgrace of a man as Victor.

"Really? What's her name?" The Spanish man takes a sip of his beer.

"Roxanne."

Victor spits it out. "What?"


"Katherine." Matthias' strong, commanding voice breaks the palpable tension. Kat's right hand floats above her head, ready to strike another flash of air. She has a snarl instead of her usual cheshire cat like grin. The brunette stands panting, sweat falls from her forehead. The little drops of liquid freeze once they crash into the floor, that's Elsa's doing. The blonde's mouth hangs wide open. Shock covers her features. Valerie, also flabbergasted, shivers next to Katherine because of the sudden drop of the temperature, that was also Elsa's doing. Belle, sweet, sweet Belle, lays sprawled on the floor. Her left hand flies in front of her, in a sort of futile attempt to protect herself from Kat's attacks.

It's Belle.


"Wait. You mean to tell me that you met a woman, called Roxanne, exactly one hour before I met a woman, also called Roxanne, that share the same physical qualities?"

Alexander nods. He swallows a gulp of his beer.

"And you also fancy this woman?"

The Arendellian nods again. Another gulp.

Tension covers the area. A tension so thick, Alex swears he can cut it in half with his blade, which rests heavily on its holder. Right on the Prince's left side. The sword burns dangerously against his leg. It's taunting him, telling him to end this quickly with a simple strike. I would never. He chants in his head. Never kill a man in such a way.

"She's mine." Victor says in a hostile manner. The words drip venon.

"What? No!" The Prince of Arendelle stands up, the stool he'd been previously sitting on falls backward.

"Don't start with me, Alex!"

"Victor, I do not wish to fight you over a girl!" Alex chuckles incredulously.

"Then don't." The Spanish man stands up; his chair staggers back. It scrapes the floor with an ear splitting screech.

The redhead narrows his eyes. Victor can get any girl he wants. Victor can subdue any woman he lays his eyes on. Any woman would love to spend five minutes in heaven with Victor. Why the hell does he go after the only one that shows interest in me?

Prince Alexander would not stand this. Not one bit. Letting his pride get the better of him, he stands up straighter. His knuckles turn white and a vein pops in his forehead.

"This is war."


"Belle?" Elsa gasps. "You did it?"

The smaller girl, curled up in a corner, nods her head. Her gaze travels across the room. They land on all of the people there, one at a time.

Valerie looks at her shell shocked, not the Belle blames her. Elsa stares, a menacing shadow drapes her face once their eyes meet. Matthias doesn't acknowledge her. He grabs his bludgeon and stands up, making his way to her. Katherine eyes shine a dark brown, almost black, that makes Belle tremble. The look of pure hatred that the brunette gives her makes her think twice upon her actions.

It wasn't her fault though, she was just following orders.


Eighteen years earlier…

"What happened next?" The soft feminine voice of a woman asks.

Alexander smiles down at her. "The rest is history." He whispers, "history that I do not wish to remember."

The shorter brunette gives him a curt nod. She interviews their hands together and leads him through the corridors of the palace of Arendelle.

Alex smiles, I got the girl.

"Come on, Alex! The ship to our honeymoon will set sail soon." Roxanne's voice reveals the excitement she's holding in.

The redhead laughs, "I'm going!"

Oh my dear Prince Victor of Raguedon, I got so much more than just the girl.


"She's not the only one." Kat spats, her fist retreats to her side.

"Who else?" Elsa asks.

The brunette's eyes narrow, "Francis."

The blonde's eyes widen. The twins did all this? She sits down in her best friend's bed. How could they do that? And- and Francis? A frown forms in her features. I can't believe I actually liked him. Talk about having your head in the clouds, Elsa.

Matthias bends down. He takes off his belt and wraps the strong material around Belle's hands, tying them together. The redhead doesn't even try to fight back. She capitulated that idea right when a certain brunette knocked her against the wall.

"And their father," Katherine continues, "Prince Victor of Raguedon."


Did you expect that? I hope not, I wanted a super awesome plot twist that left you like: WHAT?

Oh well, not my greatest chapter but…. I promise I'll give you guys an EPIC BATTLE SOON. Juts bear with me until then.

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