A/N Alright, I just want to say that I've read a lot of stories in this fandom and most of the stories start from the perfect family and in the end the children become orphans. So, I chose this story because it started with broken pieces and I hoped it would end up being a perfect family. Or would it really end like that? Well, stay tune and enjoy this one! Oh, and thanks for the review, I really appreciate it ;)

Agnarr had always loved flowers because they made him feel happy, felt less depressed, anxious and agitated. Since his wife died many years ago, flowers had always been his friend. He planted one or two in his garden, then three, then four until finally he made his whole yard full of flowers.

From an activity that was initially an escape to calm his mind, eventually turned into a hobby. He started to collect various types of flowers, unique and rare plants until finally some neighbors who passed by were interested to stop by and have a look. Some of them openly asked for it and some bought it. And from there, his hobby developed into a business. A side business that he liked more than the few businesses he ran, and Kristoff's presence as his daughter's boyfriend, who was a gardening expert, allowed his business to extend beyond the countryside to the city.

Agnarr wasn't a really saint person before. He was once lost in the valley of darkness and if not for the presence of his daughter in his wife's womb, maybe he was still struggling with the dark world. He was very grateful because in the end he managed to get out of the world that had made his life a mess.

And on this very fine morning, he was already in his red overall spraying some of his roses with water. He was such a perfectionist with everything he did, that when he saw a leaf that was slightly shriveled up on its tip, his forehead wrinkled as well. He could not allow a single leaf of his plant to shrivel, so with a heavy heart he cut off the ugly leaf with a scalpel.

Yes, a scalpel. Not a pruners. The scalpel was very special because it was a gift from his daughter as a promise that she would become a great surgeon and would save many lives. Whenever he felt the scalpel in the palm of his hand, his lips always smiled remembering that his daughter was out there chasing her dream.

He studied the ugly leaf and looked around. When he didn't find a trash can nearby, he sighed softly and tucked the ugly leaf into the front pocket of his overall and then started to spray the roses again. There was no way for him to let trash strewn across his precious garden.

His hand suddenly stopped spraying water when he heard the sound of a car entering his driveway. He glanced sideways and sighed softly, then sprayed again though he heard the car door closing and the sound of approaching footsteps. He counted from what he heard and he knew there were three people coming, one of them smoking. He could smell cigarette smoke which he didn't like.

"Good morning, Sir. I'm from Eirlys, I came here to-"

"I know who you are." Agnarr interrupted the man, glancing to the side with disinterest. He knew who had come to see him and their possible intentions. He never missed the morning paper, and he knew what was happening each day.

Agnarr continued to spray his roses ignoring the shocked stares from his sudden guests. What concerned him more because of his growing dislike was, the smell of cigarette smoke which became more and more intense.

Agnarr held his breath and then glared intently at the man on the left who continued to smoke out his cigarette. And when the cigarette neared the end, and the man was about to throw the cigarette butt carelessly in his precious garden, he grabbed his scalpel and threw right at the cigarette butt to the ground.

"Take your trash and get the hell out of here." Agnarr straightened his back, took off his gloves and entered the house, leaving Bernard and his two men dumbfounded at what he had just done.

All the way to his changing room, and then cleaned himself up and finally convinced that he was clean enough to go into his house, he kept thinking about his guests this time. Why don't you ever learn your lesson, Manny, he thought, shaking his head.

"Who was that, Dad? I thought it was your guest." Anna asked, her eyes not leaving her textbook and still happily munching on her breakfast.

"Just old friends. They came to say Hello." Agnarr replied calmly, taking a seat at the head of the table and reaching for his coffee.

Anna just nodded and remained serious with her book. Her eyes didn't even leave the page she was reading, her hand could magically direct food to her mouth without missing an inch.

"Why so serious? What book are you reading?" Finally Agnarr asked curiously because he felt ignored by his daughter.

"Pediatric Surgery, Diagnosis and Treatment." Anna answered flatly.

"Pediatric surgery? I didn't know you were interested in pediatric surgery." He took a sip of his coffee.

What her father said, made Anna stop chewing and finally looked up leaving the page of the book she had been reading. She put her fork down and pounded the table lightly with her palm.

"I don't understand dr. Hunt sometimes. You know what, Dad? This semester she sent me to dr. Robinson in the pediatric unit. She said," Anna straightened her back and then cleared her throat. "Arendelle, since you talk too much to patients, I thought you would be good at working with children. I will send you to dr. Robinson for a semester and see how you progress." She said, imitating dr. Megan Hunt. "Don't we have rules to follow? How can she just send me here and there. I know she's the chief surgeon at St. Lewis and she must have had her reasons for doing it, but still. I think she hates me." She took a deep breath and then let out a long sigh.

Agnarr smiled seeing his daughter frustrated. It was nothing, he just loved the energy she had, and it was contagious. That's what had kept him on the ground for the past two decades.

"When are you leaving for the city?"

Anna thought for a moment. "My morning briefing is at seven sharp tomorrow, and I have some things I need to pick up from my flat, so I have to leave here at three in the morning." She counted on his fingers.

Agnarr put down his coffee cup and smiled. "I'll drive you all the way to Eirlys, Sweetheart."

If Anna wasn't surprised, of course she was lying. Her father willingly drove her to the city and spent the morning not in his garden? "I've asked Kristoff to take me, Dad. You don't have to bother. You'll lose your morning out of the garden if you take me to the city."

But Agnarr just smiled. "I'm sure Mattias can handle it. He is now proficient and knows what to do. Just tell Kristoff that I'll be driving you. Besides, I have some business to take care of in Eirlys."

"I've read the minutes of Laurel's last trial, Lucy. It's very promising, I must admit. I'll make sure I can be present at the verdict hearing in, when did you say? Yes, in the next two weeks." Elsa was on the phone with Lucy with wireless earbuds in her ears while her hands were busy sorting paperwork. Her eyes alternated between the laptop screen and the paper in her hand.

"And I need a copy of the district attorney's proceeding against Timothy Goodall, if that's possible. We really can't let this guy off the hook. You can imagine what he might do to his own children now that their mother is dead. Yes. Just let me know if I need to call Joan Brown. I believe that Claire is innocent and I have to make sure that the children remain under the Child Protective Services' custody. I'll call Yasmine. Alright."

Elsa kept talking and talking until she finally took off her earbuds, piled up some paperwork and leaned back in the chair with a long sigh. It was when she looked up that she realized her mother was standing in the doorway, leaning against the door frame.

"Mom? How long have you been standing there?" Elsa asked in surprise, straightening her seat.

"Long enough to realize that, this might be a bad idea to let you get to work straight away, Sweetheart. Once you land your hands on your paperwork, you just can't seem to stop." Said Iduna, walking into her daughter's study.

Elsa just smiled and leaned back in her chair. "To be honest, I miss this, Mom. I miss this routine. And there's a lot of work piled up waiting to be done. Dr. Murphy said it's okay if I work from home and I will stop whenever I need a rest. Don't worry, I'm completely fine. I'll let you know if I feel any pain or something. Okay?"

Iduna considered what her daughter had just said and finally nodded. "Alright. Lunch is ready. Come on, let's eat first."

Now that she wasn't in the hospital anymore, Elsa was excited to hear about food. With a little help from her mother and the edge of the desk, she stood up and then walked out of her study. "What's for lunch?"

"Roasted chicken and asparagus with mushroom sauce. Olina said it's one of your favourites." Answered Iduna, patting her daughter's hand which was curled around her arm.

"Yeah. And the best part is that Olina will make sandwiches from the leftover chicken."

"So you like sandwiches too?"

"Sandwiches with no tomatoes, yes. Ketchup is okay but not with tomatoes."

"That's weird, Sweetheart."

"I know. And a sandwich with avocado, it's Jack's favourite."

"Oh really?"

"Hm-hm."

"About Jack, you said last night that he was coming to see you with the police this afternoon. When will he come?"

Elsa's body stiffened. Iduna could feel it, it made her regret asking that. "He said he would come around two."

"This one. I'm sure he was the one who hit the back of Kai's head with something-I didn't see it clearly but I'm sure he was the guy. I spoke to him the day before at Manny's." Said Elsa, pointing to one of the three photos shown to her by Detective Morris.

According to what Jack had told her, Jack and the police detective came to see Elsa around two that afternoon. And after making sure that Elsa was really ready to talk to the police, they finally sat down on the couch in Elsa's study to talk about what happened that fateful afternoon.

Jack could feel the tension radiating from Elsa's body beside him because remembering the incident, surely made her feel as if she was back on the scene and that clearly bothered her a lot. He then put his arm around her waist for a little support.

Detective Morris raised an eyebrow and looked up at Elsa. When their eyes met, he tried to guess how sure Elsa was of what she said. "Alright. What about the man who shot you, Miss Winters? Do you remember anything? Is he one of these three people?"

Elsa wrapped her arms around her stomach to ease her discomfort. "I couldn't see his face because h-he was wearing some kind of m-mask and baseball cap." She moved her hand in front of her face in a circular motion. Her hand trembled slightly.

"He's taller than me and definitely much stronger than me." Elsa added, she ventured to look at the three photos on the table again and her hand moved to take one of them. It was Scar' photo. "His eyes are like his. But I'm not so sure. I just have a feeling that it might be him."

Detective Morris studied Elsa's movements and facial expressions, and in his mind he had come to a conclusion. He picked up the three photos and piled them together, then put them in a file. "Do you think Manny had anything to do with this?"

"He once tried to bribe me to let go of the case against his son. He threatened me. And the fact that now his son is in prison and my mother is free, that was a motive for him to do so. He is the puppet master. The three of them just did what Manny told them to do."

"Are you willing to testify in court when the time comes?"

Elsa was silent for a while before finally turning her head to look at Jack who was sitting beside her. When Jack nodded and smiled, she was sure of what she would answer. "Yes."

After some small talk, Detective Morris excused himself and returned to the police station. Jack still had some work to do that day, but the fact that now Elsa was standing before him, wrapping her arms around his waist, and looking at him pleadingly, made him hesitate a little.

"Do you have to go?" Elsa asked again. Now her hands moved to tidier Jack's tie and brush away the invisible dust on his chest and shoulders.

"I'm coming for dinner with my Mom. I promise. And I have something important that we need to talk about." Now it was Jack's turn to wrap his arms around Elsa's waist and pulled her closer.

"About what?"

"Our wedding off course." Jack grinned widely because he had thought so many things last night that he couldn't sleep well.

"Wedding?" Elsa frowned, it was too soon for her. They had just gotten engaged yesterday and now Jack was going to talk about the wedding. "You still owe me lobster, Jack. And lamb racks. And tomahawk steak. And many others."

Jack laughed at that. "You don't have to worry, Baby. We're just going to talk about light stuff. I'm not going to ask you to marry like, tomorrow. I'm just so glad you accepted my proposal that I can't stop my mind from thinking about things related to the wedding."

Elsa giggled at the thought of Jack's face if she had answered 'no' yesterday. Oh, poor Jack. But up to this point, there was no remorse in her for accepting his proposal. And now, her ears were getting used to her new nickname from him. It was just that she still felt awkward to do the same to him.

"Alright." Elsa tiptoed to kiss Jack's cheek. "Now go and come back for dinner."

"As your wish, Your Majesty." Jack cupped Elsa's cheek and kissed her forehead.

And as promised, later that evening, Jack and Emelia came to have dinner with Elsa and Iduna. And after being satisfied with the food, the mothers parted ways with their children for tea in the living room, while Jack and Elsa headed for their favourite part of the Mansion, the pergola.

"I've put together a few examples of wedding invitations that you might like. Let's see." Jack opened the file he had prepared to show his fiancé. He was so excited about this.

Elsa observed what Jack showed her and smiled mischievously. "A few, huh?" She asked because seeing what Jack showed was not a few. It was the opposite.

Jack just chuckled and continued what he was doing. He showed examples of the invitations one by one by commenting here and there.

"I like this one. This one is simpler but looks more beautiful. It's just that maybe the color needs to be changed. It would be more elegant if it was white or blue. Light blue maybe. What do you think?" Elsa pointed at the laptop screen on Jack's lap. She comfortably snuggled next to Jack and leaned against Jack's side, while Jack, he could only use one hand to operate the laptop because the other hand wrapped around Elsa's back and rubbed her upper arm gently.

"Yeah. I like this one too. But let's look at the others first. Maybe there is something you like more."

Jack could feel Elsa's head nod on his shoulder and his hands began to work to show another example. Both of them looked serious until finally sleepiness overtook Elsa and her body began to lean completely on Jack's, while her arm was comfortably wrapped around Jack's stomach.

"Are you sleepy?" Jack asked looking down at Elsa's face.

"Hm-hm. Why are you so comfortable, Jack? You're just like my bed."

"I'm better than your bed. Your bed can't do this." Jack kissed the crown of Elsa's head and brought his hand to stroke her hair. "Sleep now. I'll take you to your bed later."

"Dad?" Anna suddenly asked as she and her father were on their way to Eirlys that early morning.

"Yes, Sweetheart?" Agnarr glanced at his daughter who was sitting in the passenger seat while still concentrating on controlling his black Ford Ranger Raptor so that it stayed on the right track.

"Do I have a sister?" Anna asked bluntly, taking her father by surprise and almost driving the car across to the other side of the road.

But once he was able to control the steering wheel again, Agnarr laughed loudly at his daughter's question. "Where did that question come from? Of course not, Sweetheart. You are my only daughter and your mother was my only wife." He answered as a matter of fact that Anna was only his daughter.

But apparently, Anna still wasn't convinced. She just shrugged and looked out the window where a golden tinge was starting to form on the eastern horizon. "Returning to the hospital made me think of one of my patients. She wasn't in very good shape when I got back to Clover Hill. She was still critical at that time. Is she okay now?"

"What happened to her?" Agnarr asked curiously because whoever the patient was, had been able to make his daughter sad and he remembered his daughter looking like this was when her mother was sick.

"She was shot by an unknown person. I hope she is fine now. One thing that makes me wonder is that she reminds me of you, Dad." Said Anna, turning to look at her father.

"Oh really? What makes you think like that?"

"The way she holds her stare, is just like you. That's why I think that maybe you have another daughter."

Agnarr just smiled at her daughter words. "Anna, you are my only daughter. You know everything about me and your mother and everything related to my love life. You will know if it turns out that I have another woman that I love. And if one day I finally find her, you'll know too."

Anna smiled too. "I know, Dad. I love Mom very much and I love you very much too. And I will be happy if someday you can find her. Because it means that I can have a mother once again."

"I'm in prison, it's because of them. That crazy lawyer and her mother. I never bothered them, but they were the ones who put my son Jamie in prison. It's crazy if you ask me. They took my wife Emelia and my son Jackson." Manny said while Agnarr lit a fire for his cigarette and after the cigarette was ready, he signaled to stop the fire.

"So that's it. I'm just a father who defends my family. I guess you would do the same if it happened to you. Just in a different way. Your way." Manny added. He happily smoked his cigarette because now cigarettes were a privilege to him.

While Agnarr, he clenched his fists in front of his nose, trying to inhale as little smoke as possible. He had vowed to no longer have anything to do with this one man and prefer to live a peaceful country life, but the arrival of his guests yesterday made it clear that Manny was expecting a meeting with him. He once owed Manny his life so he just wanted to know what Manny wanted from him.

"Manny, Manny." Agnarr let out deep breath. "You are always clumsy. And the result is always like this." He shook his head because he expected better from his old friend.

Manny laughed out of smoke. "Okay, okay. Now, I ask for your help. Please run all my business." He stared at Agnarr in front of him and when Agnarr just stared back at him without an answer, he raised an eyebrow to show that he was serious about his request.

"Manny, I'll help you. But you know yourself, right? I've been out of touch with that dark world for a very, very long time. And don't expect me to take care of your business. I'm clean now. So, it's a no." Agnarr spoke very slowly to make sure Manny got the point.

Manny squinted at Agnarr, it was okay if he didn't want to mind his business because there was one more thing he wanted to ask of him and he was going to play his ace.

Agnarr stood because since he couldn't help Manny with his dirty business, he felt there was nothing else he could do. He was about to leave when suddenly Manny held him back.

"Agnarr, there's one more thing." Manny assured that the police officer behind him couldn't hear him and leaned forward. "Please take my revenge on that crazy lawyer and her mother."

Agnarr was surprised Manny asked him to do that. He shook his head faintly because he really didn't want to do anything bad again. And it seemed like Manny could sense some reluctance in him so he leaned forward again.

"Agnarr, I, once saved your life. Take this as your attempt to repay me. You don't have to kill them, and you don't have to do it yourself. I just want them to suffer. They have to pay for what they did to my family." Manny said. His words were full of hatred and it made Agnarr think. It was true that he was clean now, it was true that he hadn't done anything bad anymore, but the fact that Manny was talking about saving his life left him unable to do much. He had promised that one day he would return Manny's favor and he never broke his promise.

"Alright." Agnarr sighed in surrender. "I will take your revenge on them. But, I will do it with my way and you must not interfere."