Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Frozen or Aladdin, or any other Disney Franchise.

Lucas' Candy Factory

"Sabah. Why are we going to a factory?" We are suppose to be on our way to see Lucas. I was even fitted this cute little purple and pink dress for the occasion (it was a gift from him). However, Sabah has lead me out of the palace and now we are going to some sort of factory near the other side of the city. I must admit though. The Southern Isles is quite different than Arendelle. The city is a lot more industrial and seems to build itself mostly in large buildings and brickmade roads. The factory itself is large and painted in white with red stripes. Very unique in comparison to the monocolored buildings surrounding it. As we trail closer to the sweet smelling facility, I spot a sign on top of the main door.

"Lucas' Peppermint Factory?" I read aloud the sign.

"Yep. This is the place," Sabah says as she flies up to the sign. "This place is weird enough on the outside. Do you really want to see the inside?"

"Sabah. Prince Lucas is inviting me to meet him. It would be rude if I declined."

"Yeah but why is he doing this?"

"Probably wants me to see his candy factory. I have to admit; I'm already impressed. You think they make chocolate too in there?"

"Why yes, my lady. We do." The doors fling open revealing a man dressed in a factory uniform composed of red and white. "Prince Lucas is located up at the higher levels. May I take you through the grand tour as we venture there?"

"Umm. Okay. Just don't make it too long; we're in a-" before I finished, he pulls me inside the factory and places me in some sort of miniature carriage. The open-roof carriage starts move on its own through a line made of metallic rails. I've never seen this kind of technology before.

"Here in Lucas' Peppermint Factory, we make the finest assortment of sweets in all of Denmark. We especially focus on our peppermint canes. We take pride in our work and always treat every day like it's Christmas. The factory itself was founded back in the late 1700s by a dentist company who wanted to build their own brand of toothpaste. Then, ten years ago at age sixteen, our prince bought off the bankrupt company along with its failing factory and transformed the two into a candy making franchise."

I wonder why Lucas never brought this up back in the peace gathering? This place is amazing! There are long rows of those peppermint sticks on traveling all above us, workers rolling large wagons of some sort of gummy substance, there's also a stream of small rock-like candy that are the same colors as my dress, and Gasp chocolate! A huge caldron of chocolate stirring right below us. It's so much! It's like a lake made out of chocolate. I can just swim in it!

We continue to move on, up to the higher levels. NO! Go back to the chocolate!

"Alrighty, your majesty. Watch your step. If you go up these stairs and make a left, Mr. Lucas should be visible there." I carefully step out of the carriage. We're pretty high up now, on some sort of raised platform. I can see the whole factory from up here. It doesn't even look like a factory. Yeah there are the machines and stuff, but there's also a bunch of other things you wouldn't normally see in a factory. At one corner, there seems to be an indoor park that has trees and other foliage composed of different varieties of candy. What is this place?

Despite having theres guard rails on the edges, I still feel a little shaky of this height. Which is weird, since I can fly!

As I walk up the stairs, I start to wonder more about all this. The sudden invite, the candy-colored dress, and the grand tour all over his factory; is Lucas trying to impress me? Is he trying to make a move like Ali said? You know what. So what. There's no reason why I have to be so defensive about it. Back in the ball, I was too busy drooling over Ali to even give him a real chance. If he wants to make a move, then so be it. Let's see what kind of person you are, Lucas.

I turn towards the left and see a similar raised platform than the one below. I see Lucas standing near the edge, leaning on the rails with his elbows. The sound of footsteps on the hollow metal were enough to catch his attention.

"Elsa! How nice of you to drop by."

"You summoned me, Prince Lucas," I walk up to him. That memorable scent of peppermint hugs my nose.

"Why yes. I did, didn't I. How have you been my lady?" He turns his body around and leans on the rail with his back, crossing his arms.

"*Sigh* Lots of things have happened, Lucas. Lots of crazy things. Ali's father came to Arendelle, he killed a lot of the guards, took both my sister and her fiance as hostages, and now we're going all across Europe and into Arabia to free them."

"Boy. That is lot. How are you taking with all of that?"

I stand near him and mimic his pose.

"Oh I'm hanging in there." I shake my head. "This is just more than I ever expected. My life has turned upside down because of Cassim. I just wish things went back to how they were before the Peace Gathering."

Lucas gazes at me while I try to avoid eye contact. The weight of all the recent burdens and complications that hit my life is now pressing hard on my shoulders. Lucas turns his body now sideways towards me, tilting his head.

"I feel very sad for you, Elsa. That's why I brought you here. In the joyest place of the city."

I change my tone as the topic changes. "Oh? And just how come you never told me about this candy factory? You could've mentioned it anytime but didn't."

"I just never knew how to bring it up without sounding like I'm bragging."

I giggle. "I think you had every right to brag about this. This place is just amazing. I mean look at all this candy!" I turn around towards the rail and point at different places below us. "I mean just look! There's more peppermint canes on that hanging thing than all the sweets in Arendelle. And I've never seen so many different flavors of lollipops before. Oh, and see that machine over there at the right? Can you even believe that that contraption is literally shooting a fountain of candy?"

"Of course I do. I designed it. That machine not only makes the candy, it also puts some on a long, gummy string making my patented 'Candy Rope'."

"Huh. Not a very creative name."

"I don't know what to call that candy. It just so much different than any other candy I make. It's unique, just like you. That's why I gave you the dress. Because you stand out of the crowd like this candy to the others in my factory."

Aww. That is so sweet and thoughtful.

"Oh and Lucas. Seriously. Just look at THAT! How do you even make so much chocolate in there."

He chuckles. "That, my dear lady, is the sources of all the chocolate we make in this factory. We're especially keen on making chocolate bars."

"Ooh. That sounds like paradise."

"Well, I have to agree with that. Chocolate bars are almost as popular as our peppermint sticks. The kids are always jumping in the shops when they see the shelves. They're absolutely overjoyed whenever they eat one."

"I find that you enjoy making kids smile."

"Why yes, actually. I just love children. However, they're not the only ones whose smiles delight me." I can feel his gaze on me.

"Lucas. How can I not smile when you are around."

He laughs again. Such an elegant but boyish laugh he has. "You're too much, my lady. I love it when we get to talk." We exchange a few seconds of stares and smiles that feel as delighting as the sweets and smells of this factory.

Then Lucas takes his weight off from the rail and extends his hand to me. "May I escort you back to the palace?"

"I would be honored, my prince. Though I already have an- uh oh." I just realized that my previous escort hasn't been around. Where did she go?

"Is everything alright, Elsa? What are you looking around for?"

"Did- err- Did you happen to see a bird around here?"

"A bird?"

"Yes. Uhh a talking bird made out of fire."

"Is that it over there?" I look over to where he was pointing to see Sabah trying to eat the candy ropes.

"Oh no. Sabah! That's not for you!"

"It's okay, Elsa. She can nibble it if she wants."

Sabah smiles at me. "Well. If he's okay with that, then I guess it's okay."

"No it's not. Sabah, that candy could be sold to some little kid. They sure wouldn't want your bite marks all over it."

"Oh come on, my lady!"

I turn back towards Lucas. "I'm sorry. I'll pay you back for this."

"For ropes? Ahaha Elsa! It's just candy. Don't worry about it."

"I know but it's still not right, and it's my responsibility."

"You got enough responsibility already, my queen. You need to relax and let yourself be at ease."

Sigh

He's right. I do need to relax a little. All the crap that's happened to me has got all into my nerves.

"Alright Lucas. You win."

"Lovely. What's my prize?"

"My company as you escort me."

He grins. "Why thank you, my lady." He bears his arm, elbow bent, for me to wrap mines around his firm bicep.

As we leave the factory I can't help but notice something. "Lucas. Why is this factory so… well-"

"Like a funhouse?"

"Yeah! Like a funhouse."

"Isn't that a fascinating question? The answer is a rather long though."

"Well, it's a long walk. Please. Tell me the whole story."

He sighs as his eyes trail off to space. "It all really starts when I was a little boy. I loved being a kid. I loved having fun and eating candy and being free from the dull, boring world that the adults live in. I would spend my days just playing pretend and going on all these adventures. Of course, my father never really liked it. He always told me, 'Lucas. You're never going to get anywhere in life like this. You need to grow up and stop acting like a toddler.' This was back when I was ten years old, by the way."

"Wow. Your father was forcing you to grow up when you were only ten."

"He did that to all of us. He thinks that ten years old is the age when boys need to start acting like men. I kept refusing to grow up and kept trying to cherish my childhood. Soon enough, he passes away when I was fourteen years old. By then, Hans was twelve years old and Harold was twenty-two. So as you could see, everyone was at that 'grown up' age as father would say, and they all were acting like adults. Even Hans."

"Of course he would. I bet he was already moaning about being the runt."

"Yep. Though I'd say it was more our dad who got him all festered up. Dad was never the kind of man who tolerate anything but greatness. He never showed Hans any love and made him feel like he's worthless unless he becomes something. Anyway. Since Hans was also trying to act as grown up as possible, I ignored him along the rest of my brothers. I wanted to get away from all this fuss about duty and government. You probably know this by experience, but a palace can get really filled with drama and politics."

"Yeah no kidding!" I understand what Lucas was going through. The last six months (actually maybe seven by now) have been just hectic. City politics just don't take a break, and I as queen have to always throw myself into the middle of it. But still. I love to do it. It makes me feel useful to my people. I love my people so much and never quit worrying about them (I hope that creep is taking good care of them back home). But I still get where Lucas is coming from. Not everybody can handle government affairs. "So what about the factory? How did that came along?"

"I was getting to that, my fair lady. About two or so years after my father's death, I overheard Harold talking to some factory owners about what their options are now that the company they worked for is bankrupt. The best thing they could do is sell it off, but they had no idea who to sell it to. Then. Suddenly. An idea came into my head. What's the first thing that comes into your head when you think of factories?"

"Umm. Machines."

"No no. I mean like what word defines factories?"

"Materials?"

"What happens in a factory?"

"Production?"

"What's another word for productions? A more broader term?"

"Uhh-"
"Creation. A factory is where things are created. Anything! It is a place where you make anything your heart desires. It's a source of pure imagination!"

I can see Lucas getting excited as he talks about all this. It's kind of cute to see a grown man being so excited like a little kid.

"So I asked Harold if we could buy it off from the owners. Harold, I can tell you, was not really enthusiastic about it at first. But I kept begging him and begging him. I would work for hours every day, even in the night, and business plans and designs just to show it to Harold the next day. He started to see just how much I really wanted this and one day woke me early one morning to give me the keys to the factory. I can't tell you how happy I was when I got those keys. It was like a door to a new world just opened. From then on, I just kept working on this factory and shaped it into a child's dream land."

We reached the palace now. The gates were made out of concrete and metal, much different than Arendelle's.

"So yeah. That's the whole story." He looks at me. "So how did you like the candy factory, Elsa?"

"I think it's the most wonderful place in whole world."

"The whole world! My! That's the best thing anyone has ever said to me." He smiles joyfully. "Thank you, Elsa. That means a lot to me."

I couldn't help but giggle. How can a mere compliment make this guy so happy? He's just so sweet and innocent, I tell you.

"You know. I almost think the same thing," he says. "But I find something else a little bit more wonderful."

"Oh? What's that?"

"You."

I blink.

"Of all my life, I never seen anyone like you. I just can't help but fall for you. You're just so beautiful!"

"Lucas I-"

"Come back here, after you've rescued your sister. You and I can both stay in the candy factory. Together!"

"That sounds nice, but I-"

"It'll be great! We'll have so much fun!"

"But I don't know-"

"Nothing would make me happier than to spend more time with you. I love you, Elsa."

That last sentence threw me off. It threw me way off; I feel like mind just got knocked out of my body.

"L- Lucas. I- I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, my lady." His soft hand trails onto my chin. My stomach starts to get a swarm of butterflies inside of me. Slowly, his lips near mine, which are quivering now.

I feel so elevated. It feels like the world is fading into a dreamland. His peppermint smell is growing stronger with his lips nearing. The sparks between us sends buzzes down my back.

Before his lips touch mine, my fingers pull up and cover them. His eyes pop open.

I feel so bad for him.

"I'm sorry," was all I said before running past the palace gates and into the door, covering my mouth as I hold back the urge to cry.

"I have to admit. This is quite the dining room you guys have," I said to George.

"Well. We are a family of thirteen. Meals are always a miniature party."

"I'll say. Back at home, when I use to eat with my father and brother, it was dead quiet. Anytime I even try to start a conversation, father told me to shut up and eat."

George laughs. "Well I'll be darned. Ain't all fathers like that? Mines sure wasn't an easy going man."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"My father was very authoritative. He always want things to happen the way he wants it, and that includes the way he want his sons to be raised."

"Oh. I see." I shuffle my feet a little bit. I'm not sure if I should ask this. Though the curiosity is hard to resist. "So what about Hans?"

"What about Hans?"

"How was he and your father was like?"

George lets out a deep sigh. "Hans and father weren't really on good terms. For starters, even though Hans is the youngest of thirteen brothers, doesn't mean that he was to be spoiled. In fact, it was more the opposite."

"Opposite? Wait, let me guess. His father wanted him to be great, so he put him through a lot of hard work to shape him into this 'great man'. Is that right?"

"Actually, that's quite accurate. How did you know?"

"I guessed."

Through personal experience.

"Err I see. Anyway, to explain more, Hans was never really what our father termed to be a 'strong' man. He wasn't very athletic as a boy, he was timid, and he was very quiet and unsocial. Father wasn't very fond of any of these traits, and wanted Hans to man himself up like the rest of his brothers. Well, with Lucas as an exception."

"Why?"

"That kid had always kept his head in the clouds. He may be a grown man on the outside, but he's still a child deep down. Father was also intolerant of him and his refusal to get back to the real world."

"Sounds like Lucas isn't very glued to the ground."

"Oh by all means, that's not how it is. Lucas may be an extreme idealist, but he still has some practicality. If not, that there's no way he could've turned a poorly managed factory into one of the best selling franchises in Europe."

"Wait what? He's got a factory?"

"That is correct, my lord." Sabah flies through the window. "It's crazy, Ali. Just crazy! It's like some sort of fairytale land inside."

George once again let out that hearty laugh. "That sure does sound like the place. You should see it, young prince. It's quite the doozy."

"Sabah. Weren't you suppose to be with Elsa.. Not that I care or anything."

"She's coming back with Lucas. Ali. You got to do something. He's been talking to her the whole time in the factory. And his eyes were all lovey-dovey."

"So what! Let them be like that. See if I care?"

"Ali," George steps in between us. "The fireplace?"

I look over to the fireplace to see that it's flames were roaring upward with a little more zing than natural.

"Sorry about that." The flames weaken themselves down. "But anyway. Let them do whatever they want. I don't care."

Sabah hovers right between my eyes. "Yes you do, Ali. Yes you do."

"No I don't."

"Ali, Elsa is suppose to be meant for you. Not him."

"Look Sabah. I'm not going to repeat myself anymore. Elsa and I have broken up. What we had before is no longer present. Our love did not last forever." Sabah's face gets really sadden from my words. I hate that I'm doing this to her. "Now. Elsa can go and see other guys. The way I see it, if she likes this Lucas person, then so be it. Perhaps those two are meant for each other."

Sabah stays in front of my face for a few seconds, taking in all my words. Then, she flutters over at a nearby table and slumps her back on the side of an empty mug. Quick-Shot comes out from my shirt and slithers towards her.

He looks at her with a empty and glassy expression.

"It's not fair," Sabah moans while leaning on his head. "It's not fair."

"Nothing is fair in life," Quick-Shot remarks. "It's one of life's hardest lessons to accept."

I feel awful. I don't know why, but Sabah really didn't like this break up.

"Quite emotional this scene is getting," George says. "And to think these are just a couple of animals."

"Now George. I know you didn't mean that as an insult, but I highly ask you don't call them that. They're much more than 'just a couple of animals'."

"My apologies, Ali. Regardless. I think that this is going to be a problem in your mission."

"Huh. How?"

"Think about it, Ali. You two can't even talk civilized like this. How will you two cooperate as you guys go further into dangerous areas."

"I honestly am not sure."

"I have one suggestion."

"And what's that?"

"Make up."

"What! No! Didn't you just hear my conversation with Sabah?"

"I don't mean to reestablish the relationship. I mean just end the fight. Get on good terms with each other. You two don't have to be lovers, just friends."

Just friends huh? Well okay, I can do that. But...

'We can never be just friends. I love you too much,' Elsa once said.

Can't believe how much things changed since then.

Just then, I heard whimpers coming from the hall, whimpers that I've heard enough to recognize them. I rush to the open door just in time to see Elsa run across an adjacent hallway with her hand covering her mouth.

"What on earth happened?" I said aloud. "Why is she crying?"

"Does it have to do with her meeting with Prince Lucas?" Quick-Shot queries.

"That's preposterous," George says. "What would Lucas do to make the Queen so upset. Ali, you should go see her."

"What can I do? She hates me, remember? I'll only make her more upset."

"It doesn't hurt to give it a try. Just see what you can do."

"Yeah Ali," Sabah interjects. "You were always there whenever her majesty cried before. Why not now?"

"Urgh. Oh alright. I go talk to her."

I leave the room, trying to think of just what to say to this drama queen.

It's been a long and tiring journey. This is the second full trip I had on this sea, going from home to Arendelle and back. And yet again, Hans still hasn't returned, since the young queen has appointed him as her substitute while she goes on a hero's journey. I must say, she's very risk-oriented; always doing things the hard way, just like her father.

My ship finally docks on the Southern Isles' harbor. Home sweet home. Again!

"Your majesty!" people greet me as I walk down the ship. I nod to the lots of them. Some of my brother are also here to greet me.

"Welcome back brother." Nathan says.

"How's your trip?" Martin says.

"Where's Hans?" Derek says.

"Did he get in trouble again?" John says.

I hate it when they do that. It makes me dizzy whenever I speak to at least four of my brothers at once. It's like they start to synchronize more in numbers (though Hans was the only exception. either deliberately talking out of unison or not talking at all).

"No. Your little brother is not in trouble again. He's currently taking care of Arendelle as Queen Elsa's regent."

"Hans?"

"Her majesty's regent?"

"I thought she hated him!"

"Why isn't her sister taking over?"

I sigh. I figure news didn't spread over yet. "Princess Anna along with her fiance have been captured by the King of Arabia."

All four of them looked at me with dumbfound expressions. Just then, George appears, making his way through the crowd. "Alright people. Time to go. Move along! The king needs to rest now. Hey! You! No pictures!" George bellows at a man who was trying to paint a quick picture of me. But George (being the military sergeant he is) chases him out the harbor. "I hate paparazzi," he mutters as he walks up to me.

"Good to see you, Georgey. How has the city been?"

"Everything's been typical, brother. Although, we do have some guests in the palace."

"Eh? Now who on earth is here to visit us?"

"Queen Elsa and Prince Ali."

"What! They're here? Why?" Those two should've been at Corona by now.

"Come. I'll explain the whole situation as we go home."

I burrow my face in a bleach colored pillow. Everything is so muddled inside my head. Nothing makes sense no more! I don't know what I want in my life. It's as if I'm going crazy. I don't even feel like one who's gone insane. Nothing I do has any logic behind it. Lucas is a great guy. He's very friendly and always talks with a welcoming smile. He's also very charming, always a gentleman; and he has such a sweet and innocent heart. So why did I push him back? Why was I so cruel as to not even let him have one kiss? Just one kiss!

I'm so confused!

I'm not even crying anymore. I'm just lying face down on the creep's bed, without any repulse whatsoever. Why is everything so difficult in my life?

Knock Knock Knock

"Elsa. Let me in."

It's Ali. What does he want now?

I push myself off the bed and drag myself to the not-locked door.

"What!" I said as I open the door.

"You okay?" Ali says, his eyes doing its worried look that I use to find ultra dreamy (back when I was stupid).

"I'm fine. Is that all you came for?"

"Yes… I mean no… What I mean is- uhh- Why were you crying?"

"Does that surprise you? You were the one who calls me cry baby."

He rubs the back of his neck, looking up at the ceiling. I swear. Why did I even fell for him? He's such a clueless, naive person.

"I'm sorry about that. I wasn't trying to insult you-"

I stare cold at him.

"Okay yes. I was trying to insult you. But I'm sorry for that."

"Apology not accepted."

"*Sigh* Fine. But you still didn't tell me why you were crying?"

"Why should I tell you? You don't have to know everything that goes on in my life."

"No. But I want to help you."

"Help? You want to help me? Why! Don't you hate me?"

"No." His voice sounded so serious like I've never heard before.

It made me speechless.

"I don't hate you. I don't. I was mad at you. Really really mad. But I don't hate you. I never will."

I puff out a deep sigh. "Okay," I whisper. "If you want to know so badly, Lucas and I had a nice, long conversation in his factory. I got to learn a lot about him. He's a really sweet guy."

"So where did the whole crying-to-your-room came in?"

"When we reached the palace, Lucas offered me to stay with him in the Southern Isles after we rescue Anna and Kristoff. He…"

"Yes?"

"He said that…"

"What? What'd he say?"

"He said that he loves me."

Ali's lower jaw falls down. Not a sound coming out of him.

I went on.

"And so. He tried to kiss me. But then, I didn't let him. He looked hurt. I hurt him. And I ran. Like an idiot." I cover my face with my hands as the cries return along with the feeling of embarrassment.

Ali's arms encircle me, capturing me in a warm embrace. It feels like it's been forever since the last time I was in his arms.

"It's okay," he says. "It's alright."

I didn't reply. I keep my hands-covered face on his chest. Feeling lost.

"Elsa," he whispers and grasps my shoulders. With a gentle tug, he pushes me off his chest and takes my hands off my face. "I'm sorry for all the things I said. I'm sorry for being a jerk. I should've been more considerate."

"It's okay. You don't need to-"

"Yes I do. Look. If we're going to be fighting pirates, ninjas, and my father in order to save your sister; then we'll need to stop fighting each other. So… truce?"

I nod my head. "Truce."

So now what? Are we back together or are we just friends or acquaintances?

He lets go of my shoulders. "Great! Now that that's settled. What are you going to do about Lucas?"

"What?"

"I mean. Are you going to accept his love? It's okay if you do. I'm not going to be upset or anything."

"Oh. Um…"

"Well?" He peers closer to me with big and curious eyes.

"No."

"No!?"

"No." I shake my head. "Don't get me wrong. Lucas is a really great guy. But he's too fond of his factory. If I start something with him, then where will it go? I'm the Queen of Arendelle. I have to be there for my own people. I can't leave my kingdom, but he too can't leave his. It won't work out."

"I understand," Ali says, crossing his arms. "So what are you going to do?"

"I'm just going to have to tell him first thing in the morning."

Ali nods. "Okay then. Well, I think it's time I head out. George said that I can sleep in one of the guest beds, so this time we won't have that awkward situation like before. If you need me again, just knock. Anytime. I won't mind a bit."

"Thanks Ali. You're a good friend."

"Same goes to you, Elsa." Turns around and walks out the door. "See ya!"

"See ya."

The door closes.

"Seabeard?" Ali scratches his head. It was dawn, and Harold had knocked on Ali's door with news on his and Elsa's attacker.

"Yes. That's the name he goes by. We have many records on him, and he's got a vast notorious history. He is known to have powers that churn an entire sea like Poseidon or Ursula. And no, he tends to do his magic alone."

"So you're saying that all that we saw came from him? Great! Looks like Elsa and I stand a chance."

"Now don't slacken your guard too down, Ali. This man is known to be very dangerous. I don't like that he's targeting you two. It can't be good."

"Your majesty. Remember who my father is? I think next to him, this pirate isn't that scary."

"I still think you should be careful," George is leaning on the door with his arms crossed. "There's no telling what this criminal wants with you two. Whatever you do, try to get to Corona as quick and stealthily as you can. It's better to be safe than sorry."

"George is right, Ali. You and Elsa need to hug the coast as you sail. Don't go out into the open sea, where he'd be at his home turf. That's the best advice we can give you."

Lucas and Elsa stand side by side on a balcony. Lucas is leaning on the rail, watching the ground below them.

Elsa had just finished her long winded apology/explanation of hers and Lucas' unattainable relationship.

"-And once again. I'm really sorry, Lucas. So so sorry."

"That's okay. You don't need to be sorry."

"But-"

"You have a right to live however you want, Elsa. How can I say I love you without being concerned about your happiness. I want you to be as happy as ever, my dear sweet Elsa. No matter how."

Elsa smiles sweetly at him. "Thank you. Prince Lucas. Thank you so much."

The two stare out at the sea. Elsa and Ali's ship is now ready, and Ali can be seen at the harbor talking to Harold and some of the other brothers.

"He's still in your heart. Isn't he?"

"I don't know. Besides. I think he deserves someone better than me. I'm just a pain in the ass for him."

"Don't say that. You two have so much."

"Yeah. But I caused him nothing but misery. We should've never started this. It made both our lives a living hell. He's been exiled from from his entire continent, and I lost the closest living soul in my life. We shouldn't have let this happened."

"Elsa. I think that you can do anything you set your mind to. I know you'll figure this all out. I believe in you."

"You're so sweet, Lucas."

"Not as sweet as you." He laughs. Then, he turns his head towards her, his eyes giving off shimmers of adore. "I decided to make a small change to the factory."

"Huh? What's that?"

"I'm going to focus a little less on peppermint and a little more on chocolate."

"Really! Why?"

"It reminds me of you. Whenever I see it, I can't stop thinking about your beautiful face and the way you smile when you see it. I want to make everyone smile that way with my candy. It's a dream worth a lifetime to spend."

Elsa gazes at him, fully flattered and touched by his vision. She softly kisses him on the cheek.

"I wish nothing but the best of the best for you. Lucas."

"To me, the best of best is the well being of my factory. I hope that it will live for a very long time."

"How long will you work in it."

"I can't go on forever. And I don't really want to try."

"So who will you trust to run the factory when you leave?"

"That's the question."

"Maybe one of your future kids. I bet you'll have a family one day. I'm sure of it; you're just too good of a person to not be loved by someone."

He shakes his head. "Even if I do have kids, I can't give the factory to any of them. When I retire, they would probably all be grown up. A grown up would only want to do things his way, not mine."

"So then what are you going to do?"

"I've decided that I'll have to find a child. A very honest, loving child. To whom I can tell all my most precious candy making secrets to. And when that child grows old and retires, another child will be found. And so on and so on. Passing my childhood dream from one special child to another."

"You are.. so.. very sweet. I'll never forget you, Lucas." With that, Elsa leaves the balcony to head out of the palace and towards the harbor. Lucas continues to stand alone and watch the clouds.

'What a dream.'

So... Did you guys guessed it? If you didn't then, think about it. Even if you never saw the movie, I bet you can figure it out.

I decided to change up my tactics. It's getting hard to keep up with writing this story and everything else that's going on in my life. The plan now is to write a few chapters over the course of weeks and then do all the proofreading/revising afterwards. The reason behind this is that all that proofreading I do right before a chapter always slows me down, and it takes up a lot of my time. Also, my weeks aren't exactly balanced. Some weeks I'm busier than others. So, I think that this method would better accommodate for my schedule. Another reason is that I lose a lot of momentum every time I have to slow down and prep up a chapter after it's written.

So what I'll do is write until I find a good stopping point, then I'll go ahead and polish up those chapters for uploading. I'm sure you guys will also like this new strategy. I cant' help but feel that I'm just dragging on with just one chapter every other week (especially when that chapter doesn't have a lot of content going on). If I can just group up chapters in one big update after a few weeks of waiting, then you guys would be able to read a more fuller update and not have to put up with these long gaps in the middle.

Well that was a long explanation XD. As always, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I also hope you guys liked my little Easter egg (I have a few more in store for later). And I'm looking forward to continue this story till its completion.

Till Then:

안녕 (Annyeong)