REGINA RAN BACK TO THE LARGE CABINET, AND RUMMAGED THROUGH IT, LOOKING FOR SOMETHING.
"You two must leave now!" she told us. I backed away from the window. I was sure that I was about to face Wilhelm's wrath, possibly come face to face with death itself. I looked at Christian, there was so much that I wanted to tell him, but now I feared that I never would. Suddenly Regina came up from behind me, her eyes wide and scared. "Take this," she said placing another small vial into my free hand. She placed on in Christian's hand as well. "You must think of a safe place, than you must smash the potion onto the floor. The potion will take you to the place you thought of," Regina explained. I looked up at Christian, his face sad.
"What?" I asked. There was another scream, and then I heard a howl.
"You two must leave now!" Regina yelled looking out her window.
"Elsa, I have to stay here," Christian told me. I looked at him as if he were crazy.
"What?"
"I have to stay and help my people. I have to stay. But you have to go back to Arendelle."
"No, no…I want to stay with you." I told him.
"But you can't," he told me. His voice trembled as if he were trying to stop himself from crying. I felt the tears running down my cheeks. Regina turned back at us.
"YOU HAVE TO LEAVE NOW!" she yelled. Christian looked down at me. His dark chocolate eyes filled with pain.
"I love you, Elsa," he said with a trembling voice.
"I love you, too." I said. He looked at the window, closed his eyes and smashed the small vial onto the ground. A thick green smoke surrounded him, and then with a bright flash he was gone. Regina looked at me; I pressed the vial that would take me home to my lips, and whispered. "Home." I threw the vial down and was consumed by the same thick green smoke. I felt my body twist and turn, I felt like I was going a thousand miles an hour, and then it all stopped. I opened my eyes, and saw that I was in my study back in Arendelle. I feel to my knees and began to weep.
I walked down the same familiar dirt path, nearing the trees where Regina's cottage was hidden. I heard Morgrim eating his meal from behind me. I walked through the trees and saw the cottage. Getting nearer to the front door I waved me arm and the door exploded into a million little splinters. After they settled onto the ground I walked up the steps and into the front room. I looked around briefly; everything was still the same, nothing out of place. I turned my head to the right and saw my adoptive mother standing in the corner, a smile spread on her face. The smile made me uncomfortable, it was the smile of happiness, of…love, if such a thing really existed. I felt my stomach begin to churn.
"Hello, Wilhelm," Regina said warmly. "It's nice to see you."
"Regina," I said coldly, not returning her smile. I walked further into the house; Regina began to trail me.
"It's been a while," she said in a whisper. I nodded my head, still walking around the cottage.
"Two years." I stopped walking and turned to face my adoptive mother. I could see in her eyes, despite the happiness that there was a twinge of fear, and that made me happy. "So," I said smiling, "how are you?"
"I've been fine," she said, "I've been thinking of you a lot. I've missed you, Wilhelm." The churning in my stomach began to start again.
"You missed me?" I asked, not truly believing her. She nodded her head, her smile grew wider.
"A lot, it gets lonely at here."
"I don't mind being alone," I said to her. Her smile faded slightly, but not completely.
"I know you don't," she said. "what have you been up to?" she asked.
"Don't treat me like a fool," I spat at her. "I know you've been watching me, I know you couldn't help yourself."
"I wanted to make sure that you were doing okay, Wilhelm."
"Please, don't lie to me." I walked over to a wooden chair and sat down in it. I snapped my fingers and on the table in front of me two tea cups and a pot appeared, along with a cup of sugar and cream. "Sit," I told her, pointing to the other chair. Regina did as I told her. With another snap the cream and sugar began to put themselves into the cup. The pot of tea poured into the cup and a spoon stirred. The cups lifted themselves up from off the table and floated to the each of us. I took mine and began to drink. I looked up from the cup and saw Regina sitting there, smiling wide at her own cup. "Is there something amusing?" I asked. Regina chuckled.
"No, it's just…three cubes of sugar and enough cream to make it white, you remembered how I like my tea."
"Well of course I remember how you like your tea; I lived with you for eighteen years." I said plainly. Her smile faded, and my own stomach began to return to normal.
"Regina, I know that you already know why I came here, and we both know it wasn't to reconnect." She nodded her head and placed her cup down on the table.
"You came for one of my magic white apples," she said looking down at her tea. I smiled, having her already know what I wanted made things easier for me. "The tree is outside in the back like it always has been, I'm sure you can get it yourself."
"You're not going to try to stop me?" I asked a little surprised. She shook her head.
"I know what happens to people who cross you, Wilhelm. And I know that even though I raised you like my own son you will kill me if I don't give you what you want, so I'm just going to comply." She looked so defeated, so sad; I almost felt a twinge of guilt, almost.
"Well then," I said getting up from my seat, "I'll be going then. I'm sure you'll be very busy soon, what with all those villagers coming to you for potions for their burns and broken bones." I was just about to exit through a back door when I heard Regina get up from her chair.
"My door will always be open, Wilhelm. If you ever want to return home…you're always welcomed." I turned slowly, getting slightly angry now. This kindness was making me sick.
"I will never come back; the past is in the past. Let it go," I told her.
"Why?" she asked. "What would be so bad about coming back? We could be a family again, if only you'd put your heart bac—"
"I WILL NEVER PUT MY HEART BACK!" I roared at her. She jumped away slightly. I glared at her. "How dare you even suggest that?"
"What would be so bad about that? Why won't you let yourself love again?"
"BECAUSE LOVE IS WEAKNESS!" I yelled at her, throwing a fireball over her head. I walked back over to her, stopping inches away from her face. "When I had that wretched heart in my chest I was weak. I cried every night because I still loved my parents, even after what they did to me. If I still had that thing inside of me, I'd never be able to complete my revenge. I wouldn't even have been able to start it. I was a poor, pathetic, unfortunate soul who had nothing! And now I have power, great power. I am no longer haunted by the memory of that night, I am free! And I'm never going back!"
"But all you have now, truly have is anger," Regina stuttered through tears.
"And that's all I want!" I turned away, heading to the back door.
"You won't win," Regina told me. I didn't listen, I continued to walk. "Elsa will stop you!"
I stopped in my tacks.
"She came to talk to you, didn't she?" I asked, not even looking at her. Her silence was the answer.
"What did you give her? A potion? A spell?"
"Fairy dust," she said proud. "The one thing that will completely stop you!" I turned to look at her. My anger so intense that all I would have taken to kill her was a blink of an eye.
"You were the one person who never betrayed me, Regina."
"I did this to help you. Once your powers are gone, I'd be able to put your heart back, and you could find true happiness. I did this for you, because I love you."
I yelled in anger. Fire erupted from my hands and shot out towards Regina. She was able to dodge the jets of fire. I looked at her, I wanted to kill her. She was now as bad as Elsa, maybe even worse. But like Elsa she had to suffer, death was too compassionate. I walked over to her and began to choke her. She tried to escape, but I was stronger.
"When I am through with Elsa, I'm going to come back for you. I'm going to skin you alive and use your organs as decorations!" I let go of her neck, he fell to the floor and began to gasp for air. "And don't try to run or hide, we both know that I'll find you." Just as I was leaving the room I noticed a framed picture hanging on the wall. I was a drawing I had done when I was six. It was of me and Regina, holding hands and smiling. I gave it to her on her birthday. I looked back at her and smiled. With a flick of my hand the picture caught fire and turned into ash. I walked out of the house and into the backyard. I took an apple from the tree and smiled. The last ingredient for my potion, the potion that would destroy Elsa's happiness. I relished in the fact that I'd won, that soon everyone who had ever done me wrong would be no more. I felt…joy. I turned myself into smoke and found Morgrim. He was crouched over the carcass of a young man, even in the darkness I could see that he had dark reddish-brown hair. His mouth was open, as were his dark chocolate brown eyes.
"Morgrim," I said calmly. The werewolf looked up at me. "Who is that?" I asked curious.
"A royal sir," he said in a deep voice. "He was trying to help some villagers with his brothers." I smiled, proud that my werewolf had taken a prince.
"When you are finished with your meal, meet my back at the carriage. My revenge is almost complete!"