Expect The Unexpected ch. 36


Anna's P.O.V.

When Kai asked me and Elsa into his office today, I thought it was a little odd because he was very vague about what he wanted to talk to us about but from the sound of his voice, it sounded urgent. It must be important and couldn't wait.

Dylan was a little disappointed that our park adventure was put on hold for the moment but I assured her that we're still going but we had to see Grandpa Kai first. I'm curious as to what was so important that the manager needed to talk to us about as we arrived to the studio.

Elsa has the week off and has been spending it with me at the apartment since the media found out about her pregnancy. We haven't managed to go anywhere without the paparazzi surrounding us out of nowhere to take pictures and shoving tape recorders in our faces. They wanted to know so badly about if the wedding was happing because of the pregnancy or not. If I got the supermodel pregnant to get her money or something.

If Elsa was sleeping around with someone behind my back and pinning the twins on me because my career is taking off? What was even worse than that was them asking if my daughter was really mine or some child that I hired to pretend to me. I wanted to punch all of them out making up stuff that they don't understand about my family because none of it is true and they should mind their own business but I should know that they're not doing to do that.

This is what happens when your fiancée is a public figure and is always in the spotlight. I knew what I was signing up for but it doesn't make it any easier on me. All I want to know is who told TMZ about Elsa's pregnancy so I can have a nice long conversation with them and the end of my fists.

We walked through the front door before making our way to the elevator to the sixth floor then making our way to Kai's office. I knocked on the door and the manager turns around his chair before looking up at us with a kind smile. Dylan races around the side of the desk before climbing into the manager's lap as he kisses the top of her head.

"Hi Grandpa Kai" Dylan said smiling.

"Hello Dylan, how's my favorite granddaughter?" Kai asked smiling.

"Grandpa, I'm your only granddaughter" Dylan said rolling her eyes.

"We don't know that for sure. You could be having twin sisters" I said with a half smile.

"Okay, your only granddaughter for now. We're going to the park but Mommy that we had to come see you first" Dylan said looking up at Kai.

"Yes, I have to talk to your mothers for a moment. Why don't you talk to Adrian for a little bit while we talk, okay?" Kai asked setting Dylan on her feet.

"Okay. Adrian!" Dylan called as she runs out the door.

"Mini Anna!" Adrian calls back.

Kai closes the door behind the 3 year old before making his way back to his desk. He sits down with his fingers laced in front of him before sighing audibly as he doesn't say anything for a moment. Me and Elsa looked at each other for a moment, confused on what's going on with Kai because it looks like whatever is going on in his head is really getting to him. The manager looks up at me with a sad expression on his face before opening his mouth before closing it as he pulls something out of the drawer of his desk. It's a letter with my name on it and I don't understand why it has my name on it.

"Anna, this letter is you obviously because it has your name on it. I found out who told the media about Elsa's pregnancy last night and what I found out is… shocking for a lack of a better word" Kai said putting the letter down.

"You did?! Who told? Is it anyone that we know?" I asked wanting to know now.

"Yes actually it is and I am sorry to say this but it was Hans who told apparently he was consumed with extreme jealous over you having what he wanted. He thought that he drive a wedge between Elsa and you and he was going to try to legally take Dylan from you because he slept with Dylan's mother as well" Kai said sighing.

"W-What? No, this can't be. Not Hans. He's my best friend, he would never do that to me. He's like a brother to me" I said putting my head in my hands.

"It's all true. He wrote about it in his diary" Kai replies.

"Hans couldn't be Dylan's father because I took a DNA test and it proves that I'm Dylan's mother so it's impossible for him to legally take her from me" I said shaking my head.

"I figured as much but I don't think that he was thinking too clearly when he came up with this plan. When I went to go see him before he left for Paris, he confessed to me before giving me this letter and asked me to give it to you" Kai said hanging me the letter.

I take the letter from Kai as I just stare at it for awhile. I couldn't believe that Hans would do something like this to me. I treated him like family and yet he does something like this to me and for what. Over a woman and I didn't even know that the male model liked Elsa like that. He never even told me that or else I would've made sure to stay clear of her because our friendship was important than any woman in the world. I guess that Hans didn't feel the same way because he didn't think about coming to talk to me about all of this.

I mean I would have listened to his side of the story and we would have talked it out like we always do while trying to figure out how to get passed this like all our other problems. But this… but this is too much. It's too much for me and I don't understand any of this because I never expected the male model to do something like this to me after everything that we've been through together. From middle school to high school to everything afterwards, it's always me, Hans and Kristoff against the world.

Nothing could touch us and nothing could stop us but I was wrong. How could I not see any of this coming? Now it's just me and Kristoff. Can I even trust Kristoff after Hans' betrayal? Is he plotting behind my back as well? No, no I can't think like that. Just because Hans betrayed doesn't mean that Kristoff is going to do the same… I known Kristoff just as long as Hans and he did this to me. Who can I trust? I don't know what to think anymore.

I wish that he was right now so I can punch him in that pretty boy face of us so he knows what it's like to have his heart ripped out of his chest. What am I going to do? I'm pulled out of my thoughts when I feel a hand on my shoulder and I looked up to see Elsa looking at me with a sympathetic look.

I hate that she's looking at me with that look because everyone has looked at me like at one point or another and I don't want anyone's pity but I couldn't bring myself to hate her. It's not her fault that this whole situation is so fucked up and the supermodel is just trying to help. I looked down at the letter before opening it and reading what it says.

Dear Anna,

I want to apologize for everything that I caused and I can't ask for your forgiveness because I don't deserve it. I don't expect you to forgive but I can ask you to do what you do best and that is to fight for what you want. You have always been a fighter and I expect nothing less from you. Out of the three of us, you have always been the strongest because you never back down from what you believed that was right.

I never said this but I have always been jealous of you because no matter what is thrown your way, no matter how many times things have looked bad you have always found some inner strength to pull yourself up and dust yourself off. Especially when everything is telling you to stay down but you didn't.

Anyway I am going away to get myself together and I don't know when I am coming back or if I am coming back at all. I want you to take care of yourself and Kristoff as well as Elsa and your kids. I know you will and I wish for you to be happy. Just promise me that you will never stop fighting because I know that you will be a success no matter what happens

~signed an apologetic friend

Hans Westerguard

I don't understand Hans writing this supposed heartfelt letter to me after all the trouble that he caused but it's good to know that he doesn't expect me to forgive him because I don't think that I can. This is too much and I can't believe that he would do something like to me after all we have been through. I frowned at the letter before balling it up and throwing it in the trash.

Kai ad Elsa looks up at me with a sympathetic looks on their face and I wish that they would stop looking at me like that. I don't need anyone's sympathy because I have done just fine without it. The supermodel raises to her feet before wrapping her arms around my waist as she rest her chin on my shoulder.

"Are you okay, love?" Elsa asked concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine. No worries" I said trying to smile."Did Westerguard say anything else before he left for who knows where?"

"He just left without a word but he did leave a document saying to split his bank account between you and Kristoff since you two were the closest to him. I'm sorry that everything turned out like this" Kai said sighing.

"I am too. I knew that Elsa's pregnancy was gonna get out but I didn't think it was gonna be like this" I said shaking my head.

"None of us but we'll just have to be careful now. The media is already out to make you look bad so don't anything that will draw any unwanted attention to you" Kai replies. "We understand, Kai. If you will excuse us, we have a 3 year old in the studio that we promised to take to the park and who knows what kind of trouble she might be getting into with Adrian" Elsa said talking my hand.

"Of course and make sure that you three show up for dinner at our place. Gerda wants to have the family together before Jack has to go back to school" Kai said smiling.

"Will do" I said with a nod.

Elsa and me walked out of the office to see Adrian taking picture of a grinning Dylan with a basketball in her hand. I notice that she isn't wearing what she was wearing when arrived here but now wearing Nike sweat suit. How did my boss managed to talk my daughter into doing a photo shoot for Nike? What the hell happened in the last 20 minutes? I have to admit that the 3 year old is very photogenic.

"What the heck is going on here?" I asked curious.

"Oh hey Anna, why didn't you tell me that your daughter was photogenic in front of a camera?" Adrian said snapping a few more pictures.

"I didn't know that she was going to be good in front of a camera but what can you expect when she has my good-looks" I said smirking.

"Conceited much?" Adrian said rolling his eyes.

"Why is my daughter wearing a Nike sweat suit though?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"The kid that I had hired to do this shoot never showed up and Dylan was playing with the basketball that was part of the shoot. I took a quick picture for the fun of it and when I saw well it came out. I asked her to do the shoot for me and she agreed to it so congrats your kid might become a star" Adrian said smiling.

"These pictures do look quite good, Anna and Dylan does look very adorable" Elsa id looking Adrian's camera.

I looked at the pictures on the camera and Dylan is a very photogenic kid. Maybe it won't be so bad if she does this but I don't want this to be a regular thing. I want my daughter to have a normal childhood and not have to grow up in front of a camera. The 3 year old walks over towards us with a smile on her face and basketball in hand.

"I like taking pictures, Mama. Can I do it again?" Dylan asked smiling.

"Maybe Munchkin, let me talk about it with Mommy okay?" I asked bending down to her level.

"M'kay, can we go the park now?" Dylan asked bouncing the ball.

"Sure" I said ruffling her hair.

I hand Adrian his camera as Elsa takes Dylan to the back to change back into her own clothes so we can take her to the park. My mind is still reeling from what I just found out but I can definitely use a day out away from all of this to get my mind straight. It isn't long before the two return and told the older photographer that we would see him later. I picked up Dylan and settled her on my hip before blowing a raspberry on her cheek causing her to giggle. Today makes me thankful to have my daughter in my life and I wouldn't have it any other way because no one is going to take her away from me. I won't ever let her go.


End of ch. 36