Sorry for the wait on another update! Life gets in the way. Anyway, for the one who asked, I'm having a girl. Victoria Raven is due the week of October 23rd. Though in reality she chooses when to force her way out XD Anyway, here's chapter 8! Let's see what happens!

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Chapter 8-Reveal (Diane)

Arcy was sound asleep but Diane couldn't even calm her thoughts. She paced the room, wondering how on Earth she would break the news to Ian. Diane decided to speak with the doctors to find out how long her daughter (or was it daughters since there was more than one girl in her head?) would be in the hospital. He was sitting at his desk, reviewing documents on his computer. "Um, excuse me?"

He looked up from the monitor. "Yes?"

"I was wondering how long Elsa would be in here for?"

"Ah yes, just a moment Ms. Delanor and I'll be able to tell you." He typed what Diane presume to be Elsa's name into the computer. "Ah, here we are. Elsa Delanor. Checked in for head trauma, fractured ribs, broken elbow and displaced hip. She will be here for at least 3 days for observation to ensure there's no delayed swelling in her brain."

Diane sighed lengthily. "Thank you." She walked back into her daughter's room and sighed. One way or another, she would tell Ian. She grabbed her car keys and left the room, heading into the elevator to get to the bottom floor. Her heart was pounding faster with each step she took out of the building and to her car. How would she tell him? How would he react? Would he accept blame or try to say Elsa was faking it? Would he even still accept her as his daughter? Diane sighed as she sat in her car for a few moments. She chewed her bottom lip, thinking about how she would even bring it up.

"'So you know how Elsa seemed to act so much differently after something bad happened? Yeah, funny story about that.' Psh, that sounds lame. 'So, we may have done more harm than good in dealing with Elsa's powers.'" Diane paused. How private would their conversation be? Could she start it like that? Probably not. "'Ian, things are worse with Elsa than we first thought they were-aside from…that.'" Diane shook her head, put the keys in the ignition and started the car. She'd figure out how she would approach the subject once she was there. The drive to Arendelle Penitentiary seemed longer than it actually was. The road stretched on for miles and the radio only sounded like static. After what felt like hours (which was actually 33 minutes,) she had arrived in the prison's lot. She showed her ID to the security guard and was let through. Diane found a place in the shade, staring at the clock. It was 3:42 p.m. 'I can do this. I have to. It's his fault. Mostly his fault, anyway. I could have done more to protect her….No, this isn't the time for retrospection. Now is the time for moving forward and being the best mother I can to Elsa.' She heaved a huge sigh and walked into the building. Security once again ID'ed her, emptied and checked her purse. Diane set her car keys and everything in her pockets into a bin and walked through a metal detector. Once she was cleared, she gathered her belongings and checked in with the visitors desk. After a few moments, she was called into the supervised visitation area. Diane breathed deeply, seeing Ian at a table near the back of the room. Ankle shackles and handcuffs were on him, a guard standing watch from the opposite wall. His hair was half gray, deep wrinkles under his eyes. He kept fiddling with his hands, like he always nervous about something. He seemed to have aged in the 2 weeks he had been incarcerated.

'Well, here goes everything.' Diane approached and sat at the table. "Ian, we need to talk about Elsa."

Ian looked up with dark eyes. "How has she been?"

Diane ruffled her hair and put her hands on her lap. "Things are worse then we thought with her."

Worry plagued his eyes now. "What's going on? She isn't hurt, is she? Tell me our daughter is okay."

Diane felt immense guilt and shook her head. "It depends on how you define alright."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, in dealing with her problem," Diane motioned her hands as if tossing confetti over her shoulder, "we created an entirely new one. A more complex one."

"What do you mean?"

How could Diane word it? Ian didn't cast off what a medical professional diagnosed, but this seemed a bit farfetched. She sighed and just spat it out. "Elsa isn't really Elsa. She's herself plus others."

Ian's eyes stared blankly at her. "What on Earth are you talking about?"

Diane tapped her fingertips together. "Well, I'm still getting acquainted with it myself, but she has a mental disorder form all the, uh, things, she went through in her early years."

"Diane, stop answering in riddles and just tell me what's going on with Elsa."

"She has Dissociative Identity Disorder."

Ian stared blankly for a few seconds. "Wait, what? I've never heard of that."

"Neither had I until I took her to a psychiatrist. Her memory lapses were getting worse and she kept acting stranger and stranger. The psychiatrist performed a few tests, had her write some things down and even got taped evidence of Elsa's disorder."

"Okay that doesn't tell me anything. What is this Dissociation Identity thing?"

Diane rubbed her eyes with one hand, the other hand's fingers tapping on the table. "I'll summarize what I was told. If a child is put through enough trauma as a child, they tend to…" She rolled her hands one over the other, searching for the words. "They basically fall into a separate world in their mind. As the trauma goes on, another person created form the child's mind comes in to take the trauma instead of the child."

Ian folded his hands under his mouth, his eyebrows dropping to a contemplative and agitated position. "So, in trying to help her, we hurt her more?"

"Yeah, pretty much. She's already been hospitalized a few times. She's there now, actually. One of the people in her mind took control and made her jump from the high way bridge by the local high school."

His expression quickly shifted to panic and concern. "Is she going to be alright?"

"She broke some bones and had a concussion but she'll be fine."

"That's a relief. Ok, back to her disorder. What do you mean took control?"

"Well, in Elsa's case, there are 8 people in her mind. And any time Elsa leaves for her separate, or inner world, one those 8 people can take control of her body. Even if Elsa is in control, someone else can move her as well. Think of it like…like…like a puppet! When her and someone else are in her body, they fight for control." She was getting a blank stare from Ian. "Maybe you'd just do some research into it. As it is, I'm still trying to understand it myself. I've met Arcana, Kiri, Anna and I think there was a mute one whose name I never got. So of the 8, I only know 4, I think." She scratched her head, feeling drained.

"No way this could be true. Elsa is just trying this for attention."

"Ian, did our vibrant little Elsa ever once show signs that she wanted to kill herself or make our lives worse? No. She was the sweetest and most vibrant little girl we knew, right?"

"Yeah, but she's a teenager now. It could be an act of rebellion."

"Ian, this started way before she was a teenager. Don't you remember the time in the backyard with, well, the stuff? And her just laughing at us?"

Ian chewed his lip for a few seconds. "Oh. Yeah, I remember that. But I thought she was just-"

"No, that was one of the people her broken mind had created. Do some research into this. You'll see it's a real thing. And we caused it. Though it's mostly your fault for not listening to her cries when she was a child."

"Don't go putting blame on me for all of this! You didn't stop me."

"I tried to, you moron! But you refused! You even threatened me a few times! It's mostly your fault that our sweet girl is broken. So do research and when you realize I'm right, I may bring her here to visit you." Diane didn't feel like arguing. She grabbed her purse and left the building. Sadly, that had gone pretty much how she had expected it to. Naturally, Ian would try to make the blame equal instead of realizing most of it was his fault. If only Diane could turn back time, she'd prevent Ian form ever laying a hand on Elsa. There was no "saving" going on back then. Just abuse. Only now Diane realized it too late. Yes, she held blame for not trying to do more to stop Ian, but he was the main cause. Making her way to the car, she felt a slight weight had been lifted form her shoulders. In the end, all she cold do was look out for Elsa and be there for her and any others who needed her.

Well, Diane finally told Ian what's up. Too bad he was stupid about it. I know the chapter was short but I couldn't think of anything more to add to it. I'll have more for you guys the next chapter! Thanks for reading/faving/following!