Thanks for all the wonderful reviews. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter as much as I did. Not going to lie, this was the chapter I've been waiting to write for a while...so I jumped at the opportunity to go ahead and finish it up as soon as I could!

If you haven't seen Frozen, you might not get some of the references in this chapter. If you have, you'll love them. If you haven't, GO WATCH IT. It's wonderful!

And I know how much y'all hate cliffhangers, especially one like last chapter. So without further adieu, I give you chapter 30! The game changing chapter!

Chapter 30: Beware the Frozen Heart

October 3, 2014
Alcott Residence
Guest Bedroom

1:01 P.M.

Jess shot up, suddenly sweating and breathing heavily, aware of every detail of her surroundings. She was in a bedroom with beige walls with white trim lining the edges of the walls. Above her, on the ceiling, a white fan was slowly turning but the air was still muggy. It was almost as if nobody had used this room for a while and hadn't bothered to clean it. There was one window with a white, see-through curtain in front. The sunlight was seeping through, dancing on the floor at the foot of the bed.

But Jess knew one thing for sure: this wasn't her hotel room. The night the curse had been enacted, she had just come from a hotel. She distinctly remembered falling asleep in the nice, soft bed and having a quick dream of that cute guy she had met back in New York a few days before.

I had forgotten all about him, Jess thought to herself. I wonder what he's up to these days.

She knew she needed to find her friends and her sister and see if they were okay. She slowly got up out of the bed and opened the door silently.

She walked down the hallway toward the sound of music. She looked at the pictures hanging on the walls and saw nobody she found familiar. Most of the pictures were black and white, fading with age.

She turned a corner and walked straight into the kitchen, where a middle-aged woman chopping up some vegetables.

"Hello?"

"Oh!" The woman turned around, obviously startled, saw Jess and put a hand on her chest. "Oh, Jess! You gave me such a startle!"

"Wanda? What? How?"

"I'll explain everything. Let's eat lunch first. I'm starving!"

Jess didn't move, she was still too confused as to what was going on.

Wanda pointed to the dining table with her knife. "Sit."

Jess snapped out of her daze and walked over to the table. Wanda continued to cook whatever she had planned.

"Am I back in the real world?" Jess asked her as she sat down at one of the chairs. She already had a plate and a fork waiting for her. It was almost as if Wanda had known Jess was going to wake up today.

"Yes dear!" Wanda called out from the kitchen. "You took quite the nap there."

"What day is it?"

"October 3rd! It's so good to see that you all are finally back!"

Everyone is back and safe. Even Finn. Jess' eyes went wide. Finn!

Jess stood up so fast her chair tumbled over. "Oh no, no, no, no, no!" Jess hurried into the kitchen. "I need your keys now! I have to go find Amanda!"

Wanda glanced her way and put down the knife. "What's wrong with Amanda?"

Jess swallowed a lump in her throat. "She...I...I had a vision about her w-w-when we came back."

Wanda sighed, knowing exactly what that meant. "Let me come with you." She turned off the stove and wiped her hands on her apron before taking it off.

Together they got into the only car in the driveway. Wanda drove with Jess in the passenger seat.

After driving around for about thirty minutes, Jess finally spotted Amanda and Finn's house. Wanda pulled into their driveway and before she could put it in park, Jess jumped out of the car.

Jess used the spare key to open the door and ran straight to the bedroom, not bothering to wait for Wanda. She didn't even bother knocking on the bedroom door, because she didn't care. She had to make sure her vision was wrong.

It just hadto be.

She saw a young man with brown hair and green eyes laying down on the bed. He was fast asleep and clearly not waking up any time soon. It took her a second to recognize the sleeping man as Finn Whitman, her brother-in-law.

"Amanda?" Jess called out. She looked around the room, but couldn't see her sister anywhere.

Instead of hearing her sister answer her, she heard a scream coming from the master bathroom. Jess hurried across the bedroom and burst into the bathroom.

She saw her sister sitting on the floor next to the bath tub holding a small white stick in her hand. Her hands were trembling, tears streaming down her face.

"A-A-Amanda?" Jess whispered. She had never seen her sister so frightened.

Amanda looked up at her, eyes full of terror.

"What's wrong sis?" Jess knelt in front of her. Amanda handed her the white stick in her hand.

"I was right," Amanda whispered. "I…I…I am pregnant."

Amanda looked up right at Jess and burst into tears again. "Finn's still stuck there…and…and I…I can't do this without him, Jess. What if he never wakes up? What if he never comes back? I…I never got to say goodbye."

Jess tossed the white stick to the side and wrapped her hands around Amanda's. "We're getting him back sis. I promise. We will. You're not going to raise that baby alone."

Amanda nodded, tears streaming down her face. Jess pulled her sister into a hug and held her there. "Everything's going to be okay," she whispered to her sister, not sure whether she was trying to convince Amanda or herself. "We will get him back. Even if it's the last thing we do."

Wanda stepped into the bathroom and knelt down beside the white stick. She read the test and sighed. She glanced up at Amanda and gave her a sad look. "We'll get him back dear. Your baby won't be without a father. That simply won't do."

Amanda nodded and Wanda pulled both sisters into a hug. "Everything is going to be alright girls. Just you wait and see."

October 3, 2014
Philby Residence
Master Bedroom

1:01 P.M.

Willa shot awake, breathing heavily, knocking Philby's arm off of her. It took her a moment to remember that she had fallen asleep in his arms the night of the curse. That was…how long ago was that exactly?

She turned to face her clock and read OCT 3 2014 1:01. Mattie and Storey weren't lying about the date!

"Willa?" Philby groaned. She turned around and saw him grasping to his stomach, just as he had before. "It…it hurts."

Willa gave him a sad smile. "I'm sure it does sweetie. Let's get you to a hospital."

She helped him up and wrapped an arm around his waist. They hobbled through the house to the front door when Willa heard her daughter walk in.

"Mommy? Where are you going?"

Willa opened the door, straining against Philby's weight. He was leaning more and more on her, slipping in and out of consciousness, which was not a good sign.

"Get in the car Lizzie! We've got to go! Now!" Willa watched her daughter run out the door and into the car. She slammed the door and hurried her husband over to the car.

Once getting Philby into the car, she didn't bother buckling her daughter into her car seat. She slammed on the gas, hurrying him to the hospital, hoping that her husband wasn't about to die.

She wasn't going to allow that.

Three hours later, Willa sat in the empty waiting room of the emergency wing. Her husband had been in surgery since he had been brought there. Her daughter had fallen asleep in her arms a long time ago. She had gone through several phases of waiting: anger at their situation, fear that Philby might not make it out alive, sadness that she might have to raise their daughter alone, paranoia that someone might recognize her and ask questions…you name it, she had gone through it.

Willa leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes, letting sleep take her away for a short time.

"Mrs. Philby?" A voice called her out of her short nap.

Willa opened her eyes to see a petite, female nurse standing over her with a smile on her face.

"Please, call me Willa."

The nurse nodded. "Your husband is out of surgery and seems to be doing well. You can go see him now, if you'd like, Willa. He's in room twelve."

Willa stood up, her daughter still in her arms. "Thank you ma'am."

Willa started to walk out of the room when the nurse added one more thing. "Should I tell the police that you showed up here Willa?"

Willa turned around so fast she got a tad bit dizzy. "What?"

"We had to run your husband's name through the database. It's protocol for every gunshot victim. The fact that you two, among several others, have been missing for over a year now. Can I ask…what happened to all of you?"

Willa didn't know how to answer it. She had no clue what had been going on the past year. What did everybody think happened to them? Was there really a missing persons file on all of them?

Willa collected herself and decided to play it cool. "I'm not sure what you're talking about. You must have me mistaken for someone else."

Willa walked out of the room before the nurse could ask any more questions. She hurried down to room twelve and quietly opened the door. Inside, Philby lay resting in a white hospital bed. He was hooked up to several machines monitoring his vitals, but otherwise he looked okay.

She closed the door as quietly as she could and placed Lizzie in one of the chairs lining the wall. She kissed her sleeping daughter's forehead and pulled another chair up to Philby's bed. She reached out to her husband's sleeping face and stroked his cheek gently. Leaning forward, she planted a gentle kiss on his forehead.

She leaned back and gripped his hand in both of hers. It was a few minutes of silence before Philby's eyes fluttered open.

"Willa," he whispered. His hand lightly squeezed hers. "Where are we?"

Willa gave him a sweet smile. "We're home."

Philby searched the room before focusing back in on her. "Last time I checked, a hospital room isn't our home."

Willa laughed. "You got shot dummy."

Philby's face scrunched up. "That would explain the pain."

Willa leaned forward and gently kissed his lips. "Feel any better?"

Philby thought about it. "Maybe another one? Just to be sure?"

"I guess…" Willa joked as she leaned forward to give him a second kiss.

Philby patted the bed next to him, motioning her to sit next to him. Willa sat next to him and laid her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her on the top of her head.

"Have you heard from the others yet?"

Willa shook her head. "Do you think Finn made it back? We never saw him."

Philby shook his head. "I don't think so. We'll have to talk to Amanda to find out." He kissed her on the top of the head again. "I love you, Willa, you know that right?"

She tilted her head so that she could see him. "Of course I do. You're my knight in shining armor, remember?" She smirked. "How can I not love you?"

He kissed her on the lips this time. "Good. Now get some sleep, love, you look exhausted."

She nestled her head in the crook of his neck. "I love you, Philby."

He kissed the top of her head, letting her fall asleep in his embrace.

October 3, 2014
Beachwood Apartments
Room 15C

9:17 P.M.

Maybeck knocked on the door feverishly. He had tried Charlene's apartment, only to find that someone else was living there. He had tried her childhood home, only to find that her mother had moved in the past year to Beachwood Apartments on the other side of town.

Now, after a lot of searching, he was knocking on Charlene's mother's new apartment door. Turns out she had gotten married over the past year too. Who knew his future mother-in-law had even gotten engaged? Heck, who knew he had even gotten a date?

He knocked on the door again.

"Hold on! I'm coming!" A man's voice came from the other side of the door. He heard footsteps and finally the unlocking of the door.

An middle-aged man with blonde hair, Charlene's blue eyes, and slightly tan skin answered the door, barely opening it. He didn't look happy to see Maybeck. "Hello?"

Maybeck glanced over him and saw Charlene on the couch talking to her mother. They seemed to be in some kind argument based off Charlene's facial expressions.

"I'm here for Charlene," Maybeck said as he pushed past the man and into the house. "Charlie!"

Charlene looked up, saw Maybeck and ran into his arms. He held her tight, not planning on ever letting go. They were home and they were together.

She leaned back and forced her lips onto his, not that he was complaining at all. He snaked his hands around her waist and deepened the kiss.

The sound of her mother coughing made her stop. Still holding him close, she turned to face her mother.

"What's the meaning of this?" She asked Maybeck, obviously furious. "What makes you think you can just barge in here? My daughter has been gone for a year now and you think you can just come in and steal her away again!"

Maybeck narrowed his eyes at her. "You think I stole her away from you? Need I remind you Mrs. Turner that I was gone too! I was just as missing as Charlene!"

"You think you can just walk back into her life after everything you've done to her?"

"What are you talking about? I haven't done anything!"

Mrs. Turner pointed a finger at Maybeck. "You broke my Charlene's heart! Don't think I didn't know why you two weren't married!"

Maybeck let go of Charlene. "What are you talking about? I didn't break off the engagement!" He turned to Charlene with a confused look. "You told her I broke off the engagement?"

"I didn't say anything," Charlene tried to reason. The look in her eyes said don't tell her the truth. "When I told her the wedding was off, she assumed it was your fault."

Maybeck sighed, deciding to go along with Charlene's story, and turned back to Mrs. Turner. "Why did you assume it was my fault?"

Mrs. Turner threw up her hands in frustration. "Charlene was in love with you! Why on earth would she be the one to break off the engagement?"

Maybeck glanced back at Charlene. He studied her for a few seconds before replying. "It was a mutual thing, Mrs. Turner." He added. "We decided getting married at that moment wasn't a good decision."

Mrs. Turner narrowed her eyes and put her hands on her hips. "And now you've decided, while on your little vacation, that you're getting married this time?"

"Yes mom," Charlene pleaded. She turned to look at Maybeck, wrapping her arms around him—an action that he returned—and offering him a smile. "This time it's for real. We're really getting married this time."

Her mother glanced in between the two of them for a few seconds. "What happened to the two of you during that year? Why come back now? Why not…I don't know…a year ago?"

"We didn't have a choice about that mom," Charlene said as she leaned closer to Maybeck. "We came back as soon as we can."

"We rediscovered ourselves out there," Maybeck said without looking away from Charlene. "We're back together now. That's all that matters."

Charlene smiled and his heart skipped a beat.

"That's it?" Her mother said. "That's it. You're just going to wake up and pretend like nothing ever happened? All of you disappeared for a year! You wouldn't wake up! For a year you've been asleep in our guest bedroom Charlene! Do you know how hard that has been on us?"

Charlene narrowed her eyes at her mother. "Us? You got married while I was gone! Obviously it wasn't that hard!"

"Do you not recognize him?"

"What?" Charlene let go of Maybeck and studied at the man who answered the door. "I don't know him!"

"Of course you do! That's your father!"

Charlene turned around so fast Maybeck almost didn't see it happen. "WHAT?" Charlene glared at her mother for a few seconds.

"Unbelievable," Charlene muttered under her breath. She turned on her heel, pushed past her supposed biological father and stormed out of the house. Maybeck hesitated before going after her, just as confused as Charlene's parents.

December 3, 2358
Hollywood Studios
Tower of Terror

1:15 P.M.

His friends disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

Finn fell on to his knees and tears fell down his face. "Amanda. She's…she's gone."

It could have been hours, or even days, that Finn sat there and cried. He wouldn't have known the difference. First, he had gotten shot by one of his friends, hopefully on accident, next thing he knows his wife and all of his friends go up in smoke. Back home. Without him.

But wasn't that the idea? To save them? Isn't that the point of being a savior: to save the people you love most?

If it were up to him, he would have sat there for the rest of eternity, but Dillard intervened.

Dillard sat criss-cross apple-sauce right in front of Finn, just like they were five again. "Finn," he whispered. "It's time to get you back home."

Finn looked up at his friend and wiped away tears as he mimicked his friend's sitting position. "How?"

"We'll have to find a way. I know Storey and Mattie can get back and forth between worlds. If they can, so can you."

Finn hadn't heard of this. "What? They can go back and forth? How does that work?"

"I don't know," Dillard shrugged. "They never explained it to me. But I think I know someone who can explain it to you."

"Okay," Finn perked up a little with that small spark of hope. "Let's go meet him."

"She's not going to know who you are."

Finn raised an eyebrow. "How is that possible? Everybody—"

"She came around while you were here. She never got the chance to meet you. You're a legend to her, AKA not real."

Finn leaned in closer, hoping that Dillard would whisper her name. "Who is it?"

Dillard glanced over his shoulder. "I'm not sure we should talk about this here, but I know where we can find her."

Dillard stood up and offered a hand to Finn. Dillard pulled him up and looked at his arm. He ripped off a part of the bottom of his sleeve and handed it to Finn. "For your arm."

Together they headed for the exit, where all of their friends had once been.

"Who is this girl anyway?" Finn asked out of curiosity as he tried to tie Dillard's shirt around his bleeding arm.

Dillard stopped walking and sighed out of frustration. He knew that Finn wouldn't give up until he knew at least the girl's name.

"Ever seen Frozen?"

Finn shook his head. "Am I supposed to know what that is?"

Dillard shrugged. "It came out after you guys came here. You won't know who she is but I know she can help."

Finn narrowed his eyes at his friend. "Her name, Dill."

Dillard rolled his eyes. "Elsa." He walked out of the door.

Finn walked out the door and saw Greg, Spencer, Jeanie and some other girl he didn't know. Dillard was on his knees, hands behind his head, not even shaking, Greg's gun pointed at his head.

That guy has more courage than I'll ever have.

Finn froze, not sure what to do. The last thing he wanted to do was make this situation worse.

"It's over Whitless. They left you," Greg said as he clicked a bullet into place, signaling that one false move would lead to his friend's death—again.

"Finn, get out while you still can," Dillard muttered under his breath. Not a hint of fear in his voice.

Somewhere in the ten or so years Dillard had been dead, he had gotten his courage. Finn was struggling to push back his fear. Somewhere along the line, the roles were reversed. Finn felt a lot of déjà vu coming his way.

"Leave him alone," Finn told Greg.

Dillard winced as Greg grabbed him and pulled him up by the front of his shirt. He handed his gun to Spencer, while he turned Dillard around so that he could face Finn. Spencer handed the loaded gun back to Dillard.

Greg mumbled something into Dillard's ear, something that Dillard took great offense too.

"Find her Finn! She'll help you!" Dillard said feverishly. He knew something Finn didn't. He was acting as if he didn't have much time left. Finn shook his head, knowing what was about to come. "But watch out for—"

"You've lost Whitless!" Greg called out over Dillard's voice, covering up his last words. "It's over."

He pulled the trigger. Finn watched in agony as Greg threw a dead Dillard on the ground. He froze in fear and shock.

I can't believe I watched him die…again.

"Little Finny, no one who loves you, no one who cares." The girl with Greg whom Finn didn't know taunted.

"Not again," Finn whispered to himself through his tears. The pain and the agony was too much. The four of them walked away, back where they had come from.

He didn't know where Marcus was…or his friends…or his wife. Finn was alone. All alone.

No one was there to help him now. He would have to save himself. But he had no clue where to start.

Fear had frozen him. Down to the core. Reaching as far as his heart.

If he wanted to get back home, he would have to forget emotions. He would have to act with a cruel, frozen heart. It seemed to be the only way to beat his enemies in this new world Maleficent had created.

The frozen heart would be the key to saving himself. To getting back home. To finally reuniting with Amanda.

Somewhere deep in his mind, one line echoed. Something he had never heard before, but yet it seemed so familiar at the same time.

"Beware the frozen heart."

So what did y'all think? Wanda's back! Where is Patrick and Marcus? And poor little Finn...all alone.

Any ideas as to what's going to happen next? I'd love to see what y'all think! Please review! They absolutely make my day reading them! This story is at 125 right now...is 130 too much to ask for? I sure hope not!

I'll update as soon as I can, but honestly, I've got an essay to write for school that I haven't started...so...it might be a little bit. It certainly won't be two days. I hope all of you have wonderful weeks/weekends! :)