A/N: Yeah, I know I said this was a oneshot. I was wrong. Now it's a three-chapter fic. Hope you enjoy the rest.

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A week passed and the stress of Mesogog's destruction was continuing to weigh on both the scientist and his assistant. He'd begun emerging more often despite Anton's attempts to destroy his hold on him.

As Elsa once again watched the Dino Rangers on their monitors, she soon felt a cold hand brush her shoulders from behind. She turned, but saw no one. A shudder ran down her spine, knowing the only one it could have been.

"I didn't think you would be here tonight," Elsa told her master.

"That fool is once again trying to destroy me, I must stay a step ahead," Mesogog replied.

"Of course," she replied, glancing to him. She could only glance to him, not wanting him to see her secret hope for Anton destroying him before Mesogog could destroy Anton.

Elsa could feel his eyes looking down into her soul. She knew she was out of control. His touch, his voice, how he looked into her eyes, it was all intensified now. Though she could hardly claim that she minded. Even if she couldn't yet name what she truly felt for her companion.

Dark dreams played in Elsa's mind, proving to her she was like a moth to the flame. She knew it was dangerous, especially given the timing of which their confessions to one another had finally come.

Those dreams were filling Anton's mind as well, seemingly to no end. Mesogog hated each. Hating the reminder of the human within him, desperate to be rid of the scientist.

It all seemed so unreal, so much so even they couldn't entirely believe it was real. Was theirs a dance of death? Or could Elsa be a princess in need of rescue by a prince currently trapped by the true villain?

They knew their regrets for things from the past could never truly fade, but they knew only they could understand them. Understanding just what they were and where they came from. Only to each other did Elsa and Anton not have to hide their otherwise secret truths.

Still though Elsa knew she felt lost, remembering all the things she hadn't known in so long. She still couldn't understand why she felt the way she did. Though the clues were there. There was a man to blame, the monster the man she loved had created. Though in truth she couldn't and didn't blame him. That was another aspect of all this that had her lost in confusion.

But as she looked into his eyes she knew there was no need to speak. The truth of how they both felt was there. Despair, longing, need, want, love, desire, passion. Each word seemed louder than the next though neither scientist was speaking.

It was Anton in front of her again now. Unlike him she could transform at will and did so in that instant, hating for Anton to see her like that when she knew he wanted nothing more than to forget their reign of terror they had forced on Reefside.

"What if I'm not as strong as I think I am?" he asked as he looked to Elsa.

"For what it's worth, I think you're stronger," she answered honestly. "If you weren't you would have given up long ago. Giving into his darkness, refusing to save Trent or yourself."

A soft smile slowly spread across his handsome face. He couldn't be sure how right she was, but he did like what she had said. Especially as part of him was able to believe it.

As they returned to Reefside moments later, both could nearly hear the very early morning wind telling them they were playing a dangerous game.