HEY READERS! Guess what? ...Or you could just keep on pretending to listen...this just got awkward. Any(doctor)who, let's get to the story. I know that all of you are probably going to kill me if I keep talking...it just got awkward again.

Part 3, chapter 7, Stella

Abigail heard a shout from the camp. Mirror fell apart, his shards scraping back into the small pouch. Abigail bent down and pulled the strings closed, hoping nobody would see. The witch turned around to see the princess walking up to her. One wrong move and they're both done for. She could easily just kill her now, just slit that freckled throat or choke her with her own braids. But the witch wouldn't. She needed the princess. Not the princess herself, but just need her alive enough.

"Hey, what are you doing out here?" Anna asked, innocently enough. Abigail just shrugged and shook her head.

"Nothing, just talking to myself." she lied, pursing her lips in anxiety. Anna gave her a look before gesturing back to the camp.

"Come on, Kristoff's already made you a blanket bed." Anna invited optimistically. The princess had spent enough time with Elsa to know when something was up though. Abigail was hiding something, and Anna had found out from experience that when you eat to much chocolate you tend to blurt out things and rat your older sister out to Gerda about that one time she froze her butt. It was hilarious at the time...for the sisters.

"No thank you, I'm fine. I don't need Blondie to make me a bed. I require no help at all." Abigail said confidently. Anna narrowed her eyes with sass.

"Suit yourself." she chuckled. It would take only a few seconds for her to realize she needed help. Abigail huffed before she went to find supplies. The witch held out a hand at the trees. The trunks began to vibrate, curling into a little hobble of a home. Abigail wore her smug look like a dress. The witch laid on the ground beneath her homemade roof, taking a breath before closing her eyes. A crack rang through the forest, awakening her. The trees snapped back into their original shape, thwacking Abigail over onto her face. The bark reformed like a pencil, completely straight up to the sky. Abigail rubbed the red mark on her face where the tree had chosen the knock her.

"You were saying?" Anna asked, hands on her hips smugly. Abigail narrowed her eyes, looking back at the princess.

"How long have you been standing there?" Abigail asked, turning around. Anna laughed.

"Long enough to see your home slap you in the face. Come on, you can still sleep back at camp!" Anna invited. Abigail shook her head.

"No, I can take care of this myself." she said, before another tree branch hit her skull.

"Why not?" Anna asked, almost puckering with demanding inquisition. Man, I am good.

"Well obviously someone doesn't want our kingdoms to be at peace, therefore, we aren't at peace and you aren't listening are you?" Abigail asked, trying to tend to the branches, only for Anna to snatch them away from her.

"What could possibly be that bad?" Anna asked, unaware of anything, as always. She had seen Abigail warp the plants, now it was a matter of finding out why Elsa and Abigail weren't getting along like two peas in a pod. Maybe she was allergic to ice!

"Your grandmother took out a quarter of our population, that's what. We called her over to help control the revolution, next thing we know we have ice tearing up the place." Abigail said, concealing a green flame to light a lantern.

"Wait Grandmother Stella had Elsa's powers too?" Anna asked. Abigail nodded, tightening a knot.

"Yeah." Abigail said as if it were obvious. Anna thought for a moment for what to say before she was interrupted.

"Don't think she was like your sister. That lady killed armies, tried to steal a magic flute, even kidnapped Kai at a young age." Abigail said. She remembered Snow Queen number one alright. Stella slaughtered witches, consumed their souls. Abigail wasn't saying the apple fell far from the tree.

"How do you know all this?" Anna asked, baffled by the suggestion, but curious nonetheless why somebody would make such accusations. Abigail paused, taking a second the mouth a swear before looking back at Anna.

"A friend told me." she lied. It wasn't the fact she had been told that was a lie, it was the fact that the one who told her was a friend. Mirror was anything but a friend. He was a slave to her, thankfully, but whenever he spoke it just gave her chills up her spine, as if the glass figure was touching her soul.

"Well your friend is wrong. Grandma Stella would never do that." Anna stated firmly with a huff.

"I'm only telling you what I was told Red." Abigail said, finally fixing a hammock roof. The structure almost immediately collapsed.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Abigail cried, kicking the pile of rubble. She failed to se how this could get any worse. A peal of thunder was a reply, trickles of rain falling down from dusty clouds. Abigail shrieked, immediately diving under the tarp for protection. Witches plus water usually didn't end well.

"It's just a little rain." Anna said, watching her squabble. Abigail wore the tarp like a hood, trying to cover as much as she could.

"I do not like rain!" Abigail explained, her face childishly angry.

"I need shelter now!" the witch yelled. Anna looked at her with a bemused smile before rolling her eyes.

"Well Kristoff does have a camp set up, but you said you-" Anna began, almost tauntingly, only to be interrupted.

"Yes! Fine! Just get me out of the rain!" Abigail cried, getting up into Anna's face in an angry beg.

ICE

Elsa kept reading her book. The bump was definitely prominent now. Probably was only a matter of time. Rumple was currently dusting one of the old bookshelves. The wood here was never dusty due to maintenance, but it was better than eyeball golf. Rumple dashed into another crevasse, the brush putting more dust in than taking it out. Elsa watched him. He was distracted now, he might blurt out a few things.

"Who is your son?" Elsa asked, pretending to still read her book. Rumple kept dusting, ignoring her but replying simply for the sake of sincerity.

"What?" he asked, still focused on a bead bug that was lodged between two nails.

"You said I took your son, who is your son?" Elsa repeated, not giving up until she got an answer. Rumple sighed, blowing away some of the dust as he exhaled.

"Why do you want to know?" he asked, turning to face her, the duster still in hand.

"Because I still don't know the answer to the first question." Elsa said sternly.

"Well too bad." Rumple said with gritting teeth. He returned to dusting.

"Forgive me for wanting to know why a lunatic wants my child." Elsa said. Rumple ignored her. Elsa spoke again.

"Forgive me for being taken from my home and imprisoned. Forgive me for knowing you destroyed my one chance at an actual life. Forgive me for-" Elsa began, but she had gotten his attention.

"FORGIVE ME FOR WANTING TO SAVE MY GRANDSON!" Rumple yelled, whipping back around. Elsa stared wide eyed for a moment before putting the pieces together.

"Grandson?" She repeated, getting out of her chair. It hurt like heck, but she needed to see something.

"Forget it." Rumple ordered quickly, returning to dusting. Elsa looked back at the man.

"You're Wilhelm's father aren't you?" she asked, looking closer at the man's face. He may have taken a new eye or two over the years but in the end it was still the same face. For reference, look up Sirius Black.

"Forget it!" Rumple said again, slightly louder, as if that would make a difference.

"...You electrocuted your own son?!" Elsa finally exclaimed. Rumple had a hard time explaining it before countering with something we all can agree on.

"Like you haven't wanted to before?" He asked poorly. It was good enough though. Elsa shrugged before walking back to sit down.

"So you just tore apart my life to meet your grandson? I divorced your son because of you!" Elsa yelled. Rumple whipped around.

"You did what? How could you do that to him?! Wilhelm may not be some prince but he's a good man and you just left him?!" Rumple yelled, flailing his hand around.

"You forced me to."

"You are either pretty brave or pretty stupid to stand up to me! I control the entire sky, what can you do? Nothing!"

"...I can have mood swings." Elsa said. When will men ever learn? The females always win an argument. Rumple stood there for a second.

"You win." he mumbled, before returning to dusting.

ICE

Wilhelm wished he had gotten a map BEFORE he had set out to find Elsa. He was pretty sure Rumple's castle didn't have camels.

Yet another chapter just for answering a few questions? Nope.

ICE

Elsa sat down for a moment. It was only a matter of time wasn't it? Before she popped? That's how it had happened with Anna. Gathered, Anna wasn't imprisoned in a castle with a lunatic grandfather who fried his own son. Anna was probably only thinking about Anna stuff, like trying to learn how to play Kristoff's guitar or...she didn't know she wasn't Anna. Elsa supposed she should try thinking about, maybe she could try thinking about hopefully her kid didn't turn out crazy, she could think about hopefully she won't have powers, she could try thinking about-"AHH!"

Rumple didn't listen for a second. He just kept dusting.

"The...baby..." Elsa said, only for Rumple to keep ignoring her.

"It's probably just another kick. If you're going to have a kid with a soldier that's bound to happen." Rumple said.

"No, the baby...is..." Elsa sputtered.

"The baby is what?" Rumple asked, now aggravated. He looked at the floor.

"Oh, it's here." Rumple said, a deathly pale.

Hey readers! Yes the baby is here! Da da! I know I sped up the process, but do you really want 10,000 chapters of eyeball golf and Elsa barely able to move? I didn't think so. Anywho, do you guys and girls want a boy or a girl? And if you want, come up with a name. Til' then, this is DFF, signing off