"Gaston!" Elsa yelled, bursting into his hovel. "Where are you?"

The man in question was playing with a baby girl with dark hair and blue eyes. He saw his friend and past lover, and his entire being filled with dread. The five other kids in the room turned to gawk at the White Witch in their living room.

"Um, Snow, how may I help you?" Gaston squeaked.

She smiled a horrid smile from underneath her cloak. "Do you happen to know where your oldest son is? Do you know what your eldest has been giving your third child?" Elsa had yelled, yanking him by his collar. The temperature had dropped slowly since she had entered the room.

"No?" he asked.

"Interesting," she replied. "You didn't happen to know that Gil was doing drugs?"

"No, Snow, I did not," he tried, but he was as bad of a liar when put on the spot as his son. Gaston also was not sure what drugs Snow was referring to. "I mean, I knew he smoked, but, well, most kids on the Isle do once they hit a certain age."

"Stop. I know you are lying. You didn't tell me because you were hoping he didn't tell me because you were hoping that Gillian didn't stumble home strung out!" Elsa sneered.

"Well, I suppose," Gaston tried again. He started to nervously rub his hand, the one that was missing a pinky from one of the last spats he had with Elsa.

"Where is Junior?" Elsa demanded.

"Down at the wharf. His gang has been causing trouble for the different pirate crews by the look of it."

"Good. That was my next stop anyways."

Every kid in the room breathed a sigh of relief once she was gone. Gaston was thankful he remembered to call her Snow. Not all of his younger children knew who Aunt Snow really was. When she was happy, she loved to play with some of Gaston's younger children. They all loved their Aunt Snow very much. His children all knew that she was dangerous at times, and to back off when she was angry.

Gaston hoped he would see Junior again, but the Queen did not seem very merciful at the moment.

Dear Sister,

Don't let boys near your children. Don't let their best friends don't drag them into their teenage parenthood drama. Make sure that their siblings are not providing them with drugs.

Gillian is going through a rough patch. I currently despise being a single parent. He is still the sweet wonderful boy he has always been. Just filled with more self-doubt and hatred than I ever managed to possess as a child. I need to go. There are two boys that are not my son to scare the living daylights out of.

Love,

Your Big Sister

It was easy to say that Junior LeGume and Harry Hook were both terrified out of their minds. More so than their parents were ever able to do to them before. The extremely sharp icicles nearly touching their eyeballs and growing closer by the second helped the matter along. The last hour and a half had been one of the most terrifying moments of their lives.

"Now, do we have an understanding?"

"Yes, Aunt Snow."

"Yes, milady."

She snapped her fingers and the icicles turned into powder before their eyes.

"Harry, you can go see Gillian. Junior, I do not want to see you around my son for a very long time."

"Yes, Aunt Snow."

Both boys vanished as quickly as they possibly could. Junior had been present the night his father and his aunt had nearly killed each other. It was something that would forever be burned into his memory, and Junior would be very cautious around his aunt from there on out, and not give his younger brother any drugs ever again. Junior actually believed he got off easy in this situation. Harry was actually screwing Gil, he had a long tough road ahead of him with Aunt Snow, and Junior did not envy the young pirate.

Acting Queen, Princess Anna of Arendelle, never believed that her sister's child could affect her outlook on her own children as much as he had. Never once before she had read the letter in her hand had she feared her own children getting involved in rebellious activities.

"Margaret! Topher! Get your sorry butts down here this instant!" Anna called up the stairs in her anger. It was more worrying than anger. Oh, Anna was beyond furious at her nephew, and she would kick his sorry ass if he were her son or even here. But Gillian wasn't, so she would have to make do with scaring the crap out of her own two children. She knew the situation was different, and her sister and her son were living in poverty surrounded by criminals, but it wouldn't do her any good if her own children found themselves in a similar situation.

Both of her children came running into the room, filled with an energy that Anna herself never lost as she aged. Christoph followed not far behind his two kids.

"Sit. All three of you," Anna commanded in her monarch voice. It was not nearly as strong and powerful as her sister's, but it did beat her family into submission.

"Yes, milady," they chorused and sat down on the small couch as obediently as possible. Anna had no clue why they chose that one. It didn't fit the three of them. She didn't say anything, it was more fun to watch them sit on top of each other.

She took a breath and stared her teenaged children dead in the eyes. "No boyfriends, or girlfriends. No stupid friends. No drugs! Ever. Do we have an understanding?"

"Where is this coming from, Mama?" Topher asked. He was confused, which his mom was normally eccentric and confusing, but this was coming out of nowhere.

"My sister brought some things to my attention. I do not want similar ideas being planted into your heads."

"Gillian has been doing drugs?" Margaret said with mild amusement and a bit of concern lacing her voice.

"Apparently. Drugs are bad! No, no, no! I worry about all three of you. Olaf would be here if he were not made of snow to yell at." Anna was frustrated, and really didn't know what to do about it.

"Anna, was there another reason why you called us down here?" Christoph asked, guiding his dreadfully absent minded wife away from the current topic of conversation.

"What? Oh. Yes. I just got off the phone with Princess Rapunzel and Princess Merida. The plan to infiltrate Auradon's soggy excuse for a great nation is a go."

"Really?" Topher asked.

"The two of you ship out to DunBroch in the morning. The two of you, Eugenia and the second set of terror triplets are all going to be a part of the DunBroch study abroad program for at least a year or so."

"Cool," Margret said. She was good friends with the four other young, sane, royals. Eugenia was as much of a thief as her father. Kathryn, Samuel and James were all absolute nut jobs. Merida said that when her parents wanted one more child, they wanted one. They did not expect another set of wild triplets, but that was just their luck that the former King and Queen were awarded another set of crazies. The two Arendelle royals were excited to be going on this trip. It would give them a chance to be unknowns for just a little while when it came to school. Auradon just happening to be the impending victim of all six of them.

"Oh, Gillian, how far we have both fallen," Evie said condemningly to her best friend as she entered his room. His recovery had been rough, and Gil was surprised he hadn't tried to sneak out to try and get rid of the constant headache in his temple.

"Laugh it up, Evelyn," he muttered as he slumped further down him chair. "I believe you are the one who brought her six month old baby with her today."

She flicked him on the head. "Why didn't you come to me, Gil? You know I would have helped you. You have done so much for me."

"Yeah, and you wouldn't have flipped out that your best friend was a sodomite," he growled.

"Stop using that word, Gillian. It isn't polite. You are in love with you best friend. So what?"

"If my dad finds out, I'm dead," he said, wishing that his water was coffee or alcohol. Something that wasn't ice cold water.

"You've kept the fact that you are the son of Queen Elsa of Arendelle a secret for fifteen years. Do you really think he will find out that you are seeing Harry?" Evie asked. "Even if he does find out, he is too afraid of your mother to say anything about it. Gaston loves his remaining eight fingers more than he wants to beat you for being gay."

"He beat Maverick to a pulp when he found out you were pregnant," Gil sighed. He really didn't have the energy for this conversation. His mother had also thrown out his stash of cigarettes. He was dying, or at least felt like he was. "Evie, are you here to keep me company, or are you here to lecture me?"

She smirked, her blue eyes glinting. "Neither. Evangeline is here to keep you company. I have a mission given to me by dearest Maleficent and her daughter. A quest of some kind. I need you to keep my bubbling daughter alive until Maverick picks her up around midnight tonight."

He stared at Evie blankly. "You want your addict of a best friend to watch your child?"

She thought about it before shoving his dark haired niece into his arms. "Yes. I trust you. You love Evangeline, and I know you are not stupid enough to drug her or drop her. I already fed her once today, you can again if you have the food, but if not, otherwise she should be okay for a while."

"Evie, I really don't think this is a good idea," Gil sighed.

"No. It is a wonderful idea," Evie said. "Besides, if it weren't for this, you would be moping. I think that Evangeline would be good for your health. Maybe it will keep you from going crazy."

"Evie."

"I promise you, once your mother finds you of sound mind again, I will take you drinking for the night. How does that sound?" Evie grinned. He glared at her, but shoved Evie out the door, and held the little girl close to his chest. Maybe he would have a child of his own one day. He wouldn't be as reckless as his mother and have a child while he was still living on the Isle.

His niece was adorable. He couldn't deny that. Evangeline made the pounding in his head subside just a bit for the time being.