Well, here it is. The triple threat! I got three chapters to share. I'll post one every twelve hours. So enjoy!

Btw, congrats to Legend of the Heroes for figuring out the Easter egg in the last chapter. Seriously dude, you really found all the clues I put!

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In Other News: Beirut, Arendelle, and Agrabah

A large ship docks on the harbor of the grand city of Beirut. As the steps came, men dressed in black come down the large ship. All the men have their faces covered from nose down with the exception of their leader, for his beard would pose a nuisance if covered. Also, two other people limber down. One is a built but weaken man, the other was a fair skinned woman whose eyes are redden. Both are have their wrists tied.

As the group walk down the harbor, the enslaved couple looks around. The harbor city is large and populated with stone made buildings. There is even what appears to be a castle at one corner of the coast. The harbor itself is dense with people roaming about. Markets as well as other social crowds were scattered all over, with not a lot of room between people. Kristoff and Anna can barely walk to keep up with the ropes that keep them attached to their kidnappers. The tight crowd keeps pushing past them at every step.

Anna in particular was really irritated. "Don't these people *sniffle* have any sense of *sniffle* personal space?"

The cloak that she is wearing is not only cooking her up inside, but it was also giving her severe allergies. Her red eyes frequently leak tears out, and she can hardly inhale. Kristoff's gut wrenches at the sight of his miserable fiance.

"Don't worry, Anna. We'll find a way out of this," he whispers to her.

"How? We're in another continent. How are we ever going to find our way out?"

Kristoff ponders on this. They may have just reached the edge of Arabia, but they're going to be taken deeper into its very heart: Agrabah. Neither he nor Anna know the way there. Ali never bothered to show them a map of the desert. Although, he did one time show them a vision of the city at least. Back during the peace gathering, when he was showing them a demonstration of his powers, he presented an entire layout of the city with his fire. Kristoff still remembers the image well in his head. It was just too incredible a sight to forget. Perhaps this can be useful for him and Anna; as long they know what part of the city they're going.

They group finally leaves the harbor. The edge of the city is less crowded. Then, the ninjas take the two up to a caravan of camels. The first time Anna or Kristoff have ever seen such animals.

"Wow," Anna remarks. "That's a big horse."

"Look at the neck," Kristoff points out. "How does that thing swallow?"

Anna's eyes trail their backs. "What's with those two lumps? *snivel* Is that natural?"

"You okay, my love?" Kristoff looks at her with so much pity that Anna can't stand it.

"I'm fine, Krissy. It's just *snivel* allergies." She shakes her head. "I hate wearing this thing. It's so stuffy." She turns to one of the abductors. "Can't I just take the hood off. I really need some fresh air, guys."

"No," Rais answers from the front. "You are to wear that whenever you're outside. No excuses."

Anna groans. Taking a deep but difficult breath to suck up as much air as her clogged nostrils can take in. Kristoff clenches his teeth so tight they can almost crack.

As the group reach the caravan, the owners of the camels walk up to them. They appear to be guards of some sort, bearing large, curved swords at their waists. However, one of them bears no sword nor wears a similar outfit. He wears a more fancier getup. His beard only lengthens at the chin but comes down raggidy. He walks with a limp as he stands with a hunched back. His eyes reveal a soul that's as shriveled up as his body.

"Salam, Rais." He speaks with soft but harsh.

"Salam, Baqir."

Anna and Kristoff both look at each other. That's Baqir? That's the one who they're going to be working for? An old man who can't even walk upright? He doesn't look nearly as scary as these men kept taunting on about.

"So. These are the two?" Baqir limps up to the two. Shorter than both Kristoff and Anna, he peers up at his new slaves, walking around and examining them. "Hmm. Interesting. The boy will be useful. None of the others are quite as built." He then stares at Anna with one raised eye. "And you… You're a frail lookin' one." He snatches Anna's hand, despite hers and Kristoff's protest. Anna winces in disgust, for Baqir's hands feel very rough and filthy compared to her smooth, clean one. "Such a soft hand! Have you never picked up a broom before?"

"Why would I need to?"

Baqir blinks twice, looking at Anna with a perplexed face.

Rais interjects, "She is a princess, Baqir. She's never done any house work before."

"A princess?" Suddenly, the Shirriir's eyes flash. "I've never owned royalty before! You're a special one, little girl." A very uncomforting grin creeps on his badly aged face. "I will have much fun breaking you."

The way he says these words, makes Anna feel very uneasy. Very very uneasy.

Anna is not the kind of person who gets scared often. When Elsa's magic went out of control, when she was chased by wolves, when she was running from Marshmallow, when Hans left her to die, and even when Cassim first walked into the city; Anna never dreaded what was to come from the future for her. But now, she is terrified by this small, old man.

She yanks her hand from her new master and throws her face into Kristoff's chest, who tries to hold her with tied hands.

"I don't want to go!" she sobs. "I wanna go home NOW!"

"It seems the girl is tired," Baqir speaks in a matter-of-fact tone. "Alright Rais, here's your price." He pulls out a small pouch of gold and hands it to the ninja master. "Say my greeting to his majesty for me. It's time we go home." He turns to Anna with a sly smirk. "That is what you want, right? To go home?"

"My home!" Anna wails through Kristoff's chest.

"That is your new home. You're no longer a princess, girl. You are my slave."

I've been sitting in Elsa's desk for hours now. It feels like the work never ends. Arendelle's economy is more reliant on trade than home, and all this international paperwork is just brutal. What's worse is that her majesty has clearly upped the city's trade with more neighboring kingdoms to compensate for the once large trade line Arendelle had with Wesealton. I never realized just how long and boring being a ruler can actually be. It's not nearly as exciting as I envisioned it would be.

Kai comes into the room. "My lord, do you have a few minutes?"

"Of course, Kai. Come on in."

He steps forth and stands behind the chair facing the desk.

"The reconstruction of the gates is nearly done for starters."

"That's good. At least the damage that monster did is getting fixed."

"However that's not all. The floor of the courtyard, the half that's been charred, is not easy to clean up."

"I'd figured as much." I said, shaking my head. When Cassim blasts the courtyard, the fire was huge. I never seen such a terrible display of power. And the guards that got caught in there… what a terrible way to die! "How deep is the floor burnt?"

"All the way, my lord. We'll have to completely replace it."

Great. That's a very costly renovation. But I have no choice. We can't just leave the courtyard like that. Not only does it look bad, but it will keep reminding the people of that horrible day. The people shouldn't have to be tormented by that devil's visit constantly. Although, for the soldiers that died, that damage won't ever go away. There was like 24 of them, and they all had families and friends. Everyone in the city is grieving because of that tragedy.

"My lord? You've yet to say anything."

"Oh right. Listen, Kai. We'll have to reconstruct the floor, whether we like it or not. Can you go ahead and find out how much it will cost?"

"Yes sir." He turns around and starts to leave.

"And Kai. I was thinking that after this. We should do something special for the guards that lost their lives that day."

He stops and turns around. "Oh? What is that, Prince Hans?"

"I'm not sure at the moment. I'll think of something we can do to honor them."

Kai nods his head. "I like that, my lord. I like that very much." He walks away now.

I get up from this desk now. My bum feels numb from all that sitting. Walking up to the window, I can see the whole kingdom from up here. Besides the construction, the city seems quiet. Not many people leave their homes after what happened. Arendelle is definitely not too upbeat anymore. If only there is something I could do to change that-

A small pair of hands cover my eyes.

"Guess who, Hansy!"

"Alice, you're the only one who calls me that."

Uncovering my eyes, she pivots around to my front.

"Whatcha doin'?"

"Nothing now. Just finished all my work for today."

"Yes!" she claps her hands. "We can spend some 'us' time now!"

Of all my life, I never could have fathom a girl like Alice to be so… obsessed over me. I mean, the way Anna once had such a passionate crush for me, well… this just topples that! I mean, how come this girl is so infatuated after how things went downhill in the peace gathering? We weren't even a couple! And yet she comes back with this sudden obsession for me.

Why?

What did I do to deserve a girl like her? Nothing really. (Other than being lonely and miserable for the most of my life… perhaps Karma really does exist).

We both leave the royal study with her hands holding my arm escort style.

-Later in the stables-

Alice and I decide to pay a visit to Kristoff's reindeer. From what I've heard, he's been upset since his owner's abduction. I'm not someone he considers a friend (heck I threatened to throw him to the butchers back at the peach gathering), but I can't help but feel obligated to help out. If there's anyway I can cheer him up, I'll do it.

I still need to figure a way to honor those guards who died.

We walk into the palace stables. All the the rooms horses were sleeping in were closed, except for the two rooms at the back end. One of them was lit also. As we near the lit corner, we can hear Olaf's voice in the lit room. I can only imagine what's his reaction will be like when he sees us.

We enter the room. Sven was laying on the ground next to that small, red horse. Olaf was sitting on a large, wooden chair (which I assume was placed there for Kristoff).

"-and so I said to Gerda, 'Where do babies come from?'. And Gerda said, 'True love.' And I said, 'Really! Like me?' And Gerda said, 'Yes Olaf. Just like you. Babies come from the love of their parents.' Then I said, 'Why don't I have a father?' And Gerda said-"

"Ahem," I coughed, not sure how to break Olaf's speech without being rude. "Can we come in?"

Olaf turns around in his chair. The horse too raises her head to look. Sven remains slump on the ground, not showing any interest.

"Alice!" Olaf jumps up and runs to her, giving her one of his 'warm hugs'.

Alice giggles (gosh what a cute sound), "Hi Olaf. How are you?"

"Great!" he pulls off and then looks at me. "Umm. Hi Hans."

What, no hug?

"Hello Olaf. I just came by to see how things are with you three."

"Ooookay," he answers hesitantly. This is starting to get awkward.

"S- So. How's Sven coming along?" Coming along? Are those even the right words.

"He's okay. Just quiet since… you know who went away."

Sven's expression isn't really clear. He looks more like a typical reindeer (which sounds natural; but in his case, it's not). I decide to walk over and scratch him gently behind the ears.

"Come on, boy. Cheer up."

He doesn't respond.

I grab some carrots from a nearby barrel. "Here. You want some carrots? I know you like carrots."

I shove a carrot in his mouth, but he just spits it right out. This is getting absurd.

"Come on, Sven. Cut this out!"

I feel Alice's soft fingers on my shoulders. "Don't be too harsh, Hansy. He won't listen like that."

"Then what do we do?"

"Let me have a go." I step aside and let Alice crouch next to him. "Aww you poor thing. You miss your owner don't you?" Sven moans deeply. Now I can see the emotions in him.

Then, the most extraordinary melody of sounds escape this girl's lips. She can sing? I never knew that. It's absolutely amazing! As she sings, it feels like the whole mood in the room changes. Vibrant colors manifest in my mind. Her voice is so lovely, I can't imagine who wouldn't be soothed on its presence.

And that statement holds.

Look at Sven!

He's lifting up his head, slowly swaying side to side to the rhythm of her song. I wasn't even paying attention to what Alice was singing. I'm just so entranced by the pleasant sound of her voice.

Wait.

That's it!

I have an idea.

I've been waiting at this dark corner for more than thirty minutes now. It's the very middle of the night, and many of the guards have already retired for the day. Only two guards are left to guard the dungeon. Not very common though; the dungeon hasn't been used for ages. Most of dad's enemies are either sold to Baqqir or thrown to some other prison. However, clearly he is too important to be out of dad's sight. This isn't the first time he's got on dad's nerves.

The two guards are just lounging at the entrance. They clearly are lacking sleep by the looks of their stance: one was carelessly wobbling his legs, and the other one is struggling to keep his eyes open. To fall asleep while standing would require at least several hours of no stimulus and movement. Even then, they won't be deeply asleep; so if I try to sneak past them, they'll wake up the second I open that rusty door.

Eventually, one of the guards straightens up and bids his friends goodnight. Good. As predicted, only one guard is ordered to watch the dungeon at the latest of night. Once the other guard was left alone, I quietly tread out of the shadows. Coming here, I've been wearing a loose, black cloak with a large hood to conceal the majority of my face. One thing is for sure; if I am to be spotted, I don't want them to recognize me. Then I'll be in deep trouble.

However, now that it's just one guard. I can reveal myself.

The guard sees me casually walking towards him and appears confused at first. Then he follows his usual routine and pulls his sword out (a rather sloppy draw I see). "Halt! Who goes there?" (The most cliched line that all guards have to learn. Doesn't even fit in this context. He should of just said 'Halt! Who are you?' Honestly, he knows I am the one who goes there.)

I remove my hood, letting him do his obvious gawk of surprise, which I bet is going to be followed by-

"Prince Abdullah? What are you doing here?"

Of course. Why are people so predictable?

"I'm here to pay an unannounced visit to the prisoner. Is that a problem?"

"Uhh. Ye- Yes, my lord. Your father- his majesty- he- he doesn't allow visitors."

It's amazing how easily people can be intimidated. I'm not even threatening him. All I'm doing is looking him straight in the eye and not smiling. But it's my reputation as a prince (and Cassim's son) that scares him. People are so easily influenced by reputation that it's pathetic. If a woman is not very attractive yet wooed a dozen men in her town, any passing traveler will find her gorgeous just because of her public image.

Anyway, I digress.

"That may be the case, but what my father won't know won't hurt him."

"I'm sorry, my lord. Bu- King's orders. No exceptions."

"Very well." I reach for my pocket and pull out a handful of my allowance. "So how much does one exception cost?"

He eyes the gold with awe. I'm sure he had never seen this much gold at once.

"That's a lot of gold," he remarks.

"More than how much you're paid each month."

"More than how much I'm paid a year."

Good. He's willing to take the bribe.

"I'll give you all this on one condition. This whole encounter had never happened. I have never came here, no one has entered the dungeon, and you have been all by yourself the entire time."

"Yes my lord. Whatever you say."

"Wonderful," I pour the clinking coins onto his hand, almost feeling it's delight as it grasp the gold. The guard steps aside, exposing the door.

"You may enter, even though you were never here."

I open the door and enter the pitch blackness. It's really quite interesting how the human eyes adjust themselves without any effort. One minute, the whole scene ahead of me appeared to be empty like a void; and in the next, I can see the dungeon walls and the cold ground beneath me.

There was one barely lit room three doors ahead. It appears to be lit by the moonlight. Clearly father is too cruel to let the poor man have even the smallest candle. I wonder how it's going to be like when it's a new moon out.

Stepping closer to the door, I see a hefty, dark figure inside the caged room. He was resting against the wall. No bed. No latreem. No nothing! How can anyone live in such ridiculous conditions?

I softly knock on the iron bars, causing him to stir in his place.

"Huh? Who's there?"

It's too dark on my side for him to see my face.

"It's me, Abu," my voice sounds more raspy than I expected.

"Abdullah!? Is that you?"

"It is." I turn my face away from him. So many nostalgic feelings run through my brain. The last time I spoke with Abu was thirteen years ago. "How have you been?"

"Let's just say.. I've had better days."

"No kidding." I force myself to chuckle a little.

"What about you? You were only eleven last time I saw you."

"What do you expect? With father and all."

"Of course…" We both remain silent for a moment until, "I saw Ali also on my trip, you know."

"So I've heard. How's was that? Did he remember you?"

"Not really. He doesn't recognized me at all. Not even when I told him I knew his mother." Figures. Ali may have been eight at the time when Abu left, but he never really got to know him very well. Abu was never cemented in his memories, especially since that was the same year when we both lost our mother. Her death left Ali traumatized.

"I see," I continued. "So how was he?"

"I have to say, he's grown into quite the noble, young man. He's very friendly; yes, very very caring. Always thinks of others before himself. He's just as lovable as he was as a child. And I can tell you, he loves that queen."

"Elsa, right? The queen of Arendelle?"

"That's her. A very wonderful lady. So kind hearted and benevolent. I can see why Ali had fallen for her."

"I see. Umm. Quick question: did they… you know- commit adultery."

"What! For god's sakes, Abdullah! How can you think so lowly of your own brother. Ali may love her, but he would never do anything against his faith. Even Elsa follows similar ethics."

I knew it. Father just fabricated that lie. And now it's being told all over the city. I can't believe him! How can he allow such humiliating rumors to spread about his own son?

"So tell me more about their love. What do you think made Ali love this girl he never met before?"

Abu takes a minute to answer. "Honestly I think he loves her because she cares about him. She's willing to stand by him even when he kept pushing her away with fears of Cassim."

"Really? Father's power never scared her?"

"Oh she was scared alright. But she loves Ali more than she fears Cassim."

I reflect on his words. Ali has definitely gotten himself a place in this girl's heart. And to believe that Ali actually fell in love with some stranger is already hard enough, but also the fact that I don't even know much about her other than she really loves him. "So does Ali also love her that much?"

"Oh yes. Very much. He undeniably adores her. All Ali talked about was how much he wanted to be with Elsa. It's as if…"

"What?" He's hesitating to say the next thing. "Abu. Tell me."

"It's as if he didn't care at all about coming back."

…

"Well that's obvious. That's why father is mad in the first place, and why you're locked up."

"What I mean.. is that he didn't seem to really think much about you."

"Of course not."

Abu remains silent for a moment. There was absolutely no noise at all in the lightless dungeon.

"You really did took him out of your life, didn't you?"

I kept my face turned away, refusing to respond. He knows the answer. There's no reason for me to verbally admit it.

"You know. He thinks you hate him."

"You just said that he 'didn't think much about me'."

"I lied."

I turn around, piercing my sight through the room.

Abu tries to explain himself. "I wasn't sure if you wanted to know that. It's not a good thing to know."

"Doesn't matter. I need to know, Abu. What exactly does Ali think of me?"

"Well. He's still confused about everything, and he's pretty upset at you for well 'shutting him out'."

I sigh and turn back around. Lots of frustrated thoughts spiral in my conscious.

"You still love him, don't you."

"Doesn't matter anymore. He's better off without me."

That's one of three chapters! How did you like it? I'm sure you guys have lots of questions about Abdullah. Trust me. You'll learn more about him as this story progress.