"Gil, wher'er we goin'?" Harry groaned as his best mate dragged him through the VK's territory. "I really don't feel comfortable this far from the wharf."

"Don't be such a baby, Hook," Gil remarked. They were fourteen. "They won't bother doing anything to me. Why would they do anything to you?" Gil checked his crossbow for a quick second to make sure that statement held confidence. It did.

"If you do this often, and with that monster of a weapon, I'd guess you wouldn't have much fear."

"Come on. If I'm late, the Rotten Four will be the last thing we should be worrying about. Besides, Mal and Jay tried following me once, but they stopped because of where I went," Gil said, and returned to dragging Harry with him back to the forest.

"Trouble? Don't we constant get into that without much consequences?" Harry exclaimed. Then he noticed which part of the woods they were headed for. "Hey, hey, hey, hey. Where d'ya think you're goin'?"

"I just told you," Gil tried.

"No, you really didn't."

"'Course I did."

"No, Gilly, you did not!" Harry tried. "We are well into the White Witch's territory. She'll skin both of us alive if she knows we are here!"

"You are such a wimp. Fearsome pirate, my ass, Harry. You are terrified of a simple lady who lives in the forest," Gil laughed. He tugged off a single glove, and wrapping his hand around the big door handle, and pulled open the heavy, warehouse door open.

"When the hell did you become brave, Gil?" Harry exclaimed.

"I have never not been brave. The only thing that scares me is that she'll kill me for being late. I was supposed to check in yesterday," Gil shrugged, yanking the pirate into the building.

"You work for her?" Harry tried to understand what Gil was trying to get across to him.

Gil snorted. "'Course not. She's my mother." He pulled off his other glove and shrugged on a jacket that was bluer than anything he'd ever seen on the Isle. "Put your coat on. Otherwise you might freeze."

"Mother? Your mother is the White Witch?" Harry yelled, momentarily forgetting where he was.

"Who else on the Isle has pure white hair like mine?" Gil said. "Mama! I'm home!"

Harry attempted to hide behind Gil. The rumor mill said that the White Witch was horribly disfigured, terrifying even. No one had ever seen beneath the cloak that she wore out in public, either. So it may not really be true. But they say she was even more horrifying than Mother Gothel's raggedy mug.

All pretenses went away when he saw Gil's mother. She shocked him in no way that he ever expected.

"Gillian, you were supposed to be home yesterday," she said after coming into view, her arms crossed tersely.

Gil shrugged sheepishly. "Sorry."

"I don't care if you are sorry. I worry. You are only twelve! I thought you were dead." She pulled her son in for a hug. Harry however had found himself physically stuck to the ground. Elsa turned her attention to the boy Gil brought home with him. She glared at him, suspecting he was the reason why her son had worried her.

"Gil, who is this?"

"Harry Hook." Elsa softened a bit at that.

"I have heard a lot about you, Harry," she said. "Gil is very lucky to have you."

Harry blinked, then stared wordlessly for a while. "Gil, you forgot to mention that your mother was Queen Elsa. Why are you on the Isle, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Prisoner of War," Elsa stated. "Once someone is on the Isle, it isn't really possible to make an appeal and leave. If you keep my identity a secret. I'll let you have as much fresh food as you want."

"Fresh food?" His silence had been bought by food. Typical, not just for sailors, but for Isle kids. She laughed with her son and his friend during dinner, and invited Harry to stay the night if his father wouldn't mind. Elsa dearly hoped Harry became a steady person in his life. Hook may not be the best influence, but he was good for him.

After that night, Harry became a regular guest in there house. It was good for the cold atmosphere. He also became a person who knew how to help when Gil's powers became uncontrollable.

Gil had noticed differences in his princess and his younger brother who was closest in age to him.

Maverick was the first child of Gaston's that wasn't named after his father for his first name. It was a very nice change in the family, not as much confusion among the kids. Maverick and Gil were almost exactly a year apart. Ritchie was a romantic, and Georgia, the twins and Gil all knew from an early age that once their brother fell in love, he would fall hard.

He proved them right. Gil didn't think it would be with his childhood best friend. He knew that Maverick would be killed if Evie's mother found out about her forbidden romance. She was as taken by Maverick as Maverick was by her. Gil knew it would end badly. Something was bound to go wrong in the near future. It was just not fathomable that their parents would be okay with their Shakespearean relationship.

Gil was the only one who knew about their relationship. He knew about it from its conception. Evie would be the biggest gossip on the Isle if her mother didn't keep her locked away. Ritchie was a quiet kid, and didn't really say much about anything. Evie, however, had to tell Gillian the day that she had met Maverick. The entire relationship was the epitome of star crossed lovers. Maverick had seen Evie in her room one day, looking wishfully out the window. She invited Ritchie in, and they talked the afternoon away. His younger brother kept going back.

Maverick was head over heels in love with Evie by the time he managed to catch him in private for a few minutes not long after the affair started. Evie was almost thirteen, and Ritchie was not much younger. Gil warned his brother from doing anything stupid. It was the Isle, and Aunt Grimhilde would melt if she knew that there was a boy in her daughter's life. It would be even worse if Ritchie defiled her daughter.

"We won't do anything stupid, Gil," Ritchie said waving him off. "We know better."

Evie said almost the exact same thing, in the same uninterested tone. Gil warily listened to her, and had simply gone back to braiding her hair while she brewed her potions in her bedroom. The look in her eyes was one that he had never seen in anyone before. Ritchie shared the same look. It scared the crap out of Gil. He'd never seen anyone truly happy, and yet he could sense that the relationship would take some turn down hell's road.

He never knew how it would happen, though. Evie and Gil were fourteen, Ritchie was thirteen when things did go south about a year after Ritchie became Evie's fairytale prince.

Elsa had been out that day, and Gil was taking the time to himself to be away from pirates, siblings, and parents. He was practicing his powers, and taking naps in intervals. There was no rush to do anything, so he was lazing around as much as he could. He was barely asleep in his room again when there was a pounding on the door of the warehouse.

He was annoyed, yet answered the door anyways. It was either someone he knew, or some suicidal person who would be in for a surprise when his mother tried to help them instead of kill them.

The blue haired pixie girl, and his younger brother were both looking terrified. Something had happened, and Evie had a bag with her.

"Gillian, we need your help," Evie choked out. Her voice was extremely shaky, and Ritchie looked the same as she sounded.

"Get in," Gil said, shoving both of them inside, looking around before slamming the door shut. They both made their way to the kitchen table, and sat down, knowing that it would be better for them not to seem too comfortable. Especially with the look on Gil's face. "Talk, before I go and find my mother."

Both the guilty looking teens shuddered.

"It was an accident," Ritchie exclaimed. "We didn't mean for this to happen."

Evie didn't look up, and merely handed him a potion. The girl was a genius when it came to potions, and science in general. Gil took it, and stared at it. Then he looked back at her.

"Evie, what is this?" he demanded.

"Positive test," Evie whispered.

"A positive test for what?" he hissed, the inner Isle taking over whatever princely nature was usually in its place.

"A baby."

Gil paused. He had hoped that he was wrong. He had prayed that it wasn't what he thought it was. There were times he wished that he wasn't trusted by people. He closed his eyes.

"Gillian, say something, please!" Evie begged. His silence might kill her.

"What do you want me to say? What the fuck can I do? Aunt Grimhilde may kill both of you, and Dad may put your hide on the wall, Maverick!" Gil yelled. "I warned both of you! But did either of you listen to me? No!"

Evie silently cried. Ritchie held her hands tightly.

"We're sorry," Evie said softly.

"I don't care if you are sorry. What are you going to do? If I am right, Grimhilde doesn't even know about Maverick, does she?" Their silence was confirmation enough for Gil. "Great. You both can stay here until Mama gets back. You'll be lucky if she doesn't skin you alive either."

It was just their luck that Elsa had walked in at that moment.

"I don't like you threatening people with me, Gillian," Elsa stated. Her son froze, but he seemed as angry as he had when she had walked in. Whatever he was angry about must be around the two guilty looking teens sitting at her table.

"I'm only telling the truth. They are probably safer with you than they are with Dad or Aunt Grimhilde," he seethed.

Now Elsa was intrigued. "What am I missing here?"

"Evie is pregnant!" Gil said bitterly.

Oh. There was the clarity she needed, and the situation made much more sense in those three words.

"Does Grimhilde know, Evelyn?" Elsa asked coldly. The girl shook her head. "How far along?"

"Three months. I found out this morning, I waited until Maverick came over to take the test," Evie said, holding her hand. Most potion tests were blood tests. This one was no different. The girl had her hand wrapped in a piece of cloth, a few specks of blood were bleeding through it. Evie had clearly sliced her hand open for it.

"You can stay here for the week. Until your mother comes looking for you. Maverick can stay for that much time as well," Elsa said. "But when Grimhilde does come looking for you, Evelyn, you will tell her everything. Everything."

The girl nodded.

"Maverick, I won't make you do anything, but if Junior, Third or Gaston comes to look for you, I will make you do the same." He nodded as well. "Gillian, stop being mad at them. I know you probably feel responsible, but you aren't. This is a dangerous situation. I don't know what will happen. What are the two of you planning to do with the child?" Evie clutched her stomach, and Elsa had her answer. "I thought that may be the case. I'm shocked at the two of you, but not surprised about it. Social rules are a bit looser here than in proper society, so it may not be bad. Your parents may be reasonable."

Evie gave a small laugh, and the brothers snorted. "My mother is not what one could assume to be reasonable."

"Father will be really pissed, or really happy that he has another to add to his brood to worship," Maverick replied.

Elsa shook her head. "I want to reprimand you both," she said pointedly to the guilty parties. "I'm not going to, because you are both going to be in for a world of hurt in a few months."

The severity of their situation finally dawned on the pair. They began crying for entirely different reason.

It was almost five days before Grimhilde came knocking on Elsa's door demanding her daughter back. The conversation didn't do so well, but it ended on a higher note. Grimhilde was going to let Evie keep the child, and was excited to have a grandchild, but didn't want the shame that went with it. Evie wasn't allowed to leave her castle or the ice warehouse for any reason. There was no point in supervised visits with her lover. Grimhilde was smart enough to see that it was too late to prevent anything. Their child and their relationship were to be kept under wraps as much as possible. Evie was also to go to school after the child was born. It would be too strange if all of a sudden people asked questions about their family. Keeping Evie locked away had made her rebellious anyways, why try to stop her anymore?

The child's name was Evangeline, and she was born healthy and happy, even if she was extremely small and frail. Evie had never been happier than the day that her child was born. Ritchie was elated, and his entire world revolved around his angel as he called her from the moment she was born.

It wasn't lost on anyone that it was just another child born into captivity, who may never know freedom. The baby was born severely underweight and got ill not long after. If it were not for Elsa and Grimhilde's determination to keep the child alive, and as much fruits and vegetables from Elsa's garden to put as much nutrients and vitamins into her frail body, Evangeline would have died. Villain were not allowed medicines. Why did they deserve it? The only drugs around were illegal ones made in houses that were falling apart on the street. It only made the longing to beat the crap out of Auradon more relevant to Elsa and Gillian.