A hole had been blown through the barrier. It was a brief, may be open for an hour or so. Elsa sensed it. She was glad that Gillian was home when it happen because his magic unleashed as soon as it happened. He nearly destroyed the kitchen because the blocked magic had been freed. She was glad that it only hurt her kitchen and not the boy she held close to her heart so dearly. After years of his magic being locked away inside him, it had built up so much, the release was extremely strong and powerful. Elsa counted herself so lucky he was home, otherwise she might be facing a crusade of villain's wanting to use her child as a weapon for their own agenda's.

She barely managed to get a column of ice through the hole before it started to close. The barrier couldn't break her ice, but the ice couldn't break the barrier. If a larger deformity in the barrier formed, Elsa would be able to bring the barrier down.

She grinned evilly, embracing the villain side that had been created in her during the time on the Isle. Elsa laughed like she never had before. It was only a matter of time now. Auradon would slip up. They would win someday.

Harry dropped down next to Gil on the ledge of the roof. "What's going on?" He asked his lover.

Gil blew smoke away from Harry. He'd been watching the chaos all afternoon. A fancy car had arrived earlier in the day. He'd never seen a car before. It looked dangerous, and sleek. "The Rotten Four are being taken off the Isle. A test run, of sorts in Auradon. All hell will break loose this evening once they are gone. We'll be in for an all-out turf war. If Uma has anything to say about it, we are going to beat the shit out everyone else."

"Wasn't expecting that," Harry whistled lowly. He plucked the joint from Gil's hand. "Wish it were you?"

"Yes and no. I guarantee that they will be back before too long. Evie will be for sure. I doubt she will leave her child for long. The Auradonian government may be the ones back to take all of us with them," Gil said. "When I leave, I am not wasting time. I will be reclaiming my birthright as soon as the opportunity presents itself. I promise you, war will not be far behind that." He paused, and stole the cigarette back from Harry. "Not quite sure that I am ready for that yet."

"Good. I'm not ready to let go of you just yet," Harry said, nearly shoving his tongue down Gil's throat.

"You may have been factored into the equation," Gil said slyly.

"You can't resist my charm?"

"I didn't want to leave you in an impending warzone. You or my family. I have fourteen siblings, Harry, and a couple of nieces," Gil said. Harry sort of understood. He wouldn't leave his sisters behind if he didn't have to.

"If Mal comes back, I'm sure you could talk her into bringing you back with her. She would listen to you with some cold persuasion."

"I am not using my powers on Mal, Hook." Gil wouldn't. It was too much of a gamble to take. If he was really serious about serving his country, he needed to get there without being stabbed in the back by some ruthless fairy girl.

"It would give you a way off of the Isle. She is strong with weapons, but you have stronger skills when it comes to sheer physical prowess and you have more control over your powers."

"I'm a prince, Harry. I can't just threaten somebody."

"Of course you can! That is all royalty is good for!"

"I could also take you to a hidden alcove and have my way with you just so I can make this conversation stop."

"That works for me!" Harry exclaimed, nearly falling off the building as he tried to get off the ledge.

Auradon Prep was everything that made people hate royals and monarchs. Everything was top of the line, there was not a thing out of place. Every person had brand name clothes, and tailored pajamas. It was suffocating, and the six teens who were raised unlike these kids had never wanted to go home so badly in their lives.

Margret and Topher had all of the same classes for some reason. Eugenia was proudly only taking extra-curricular and easy classes, she wanted to graduate in her own kingdom, not in Auradon. The three youngest DunBroch royals were taking the standard sophomore classes.

After the King and Queen's triplet boys, they wanted to have another girl to try and even out the wildness in their family. Instead, Merida and the triplets got two more brothers and a sister. Kathryn, James and Samuel, and they were as wild as their older siblings, and as unruly as one would expect. Merida took her parents throne not long after they were born. Her parents were getting too frustrated to look after a kingdom and six other children. Merida had yet to marry, and it seemed like she never would. The throne in DunBroch would most likely go to the first niece or nephew that she had.

One history class had Kathryn, James, Topher and Margaret in it, and it seemed that every Auradonian royal was also shoved into that time slot. It was clear from the moment their teacher opened his mouth that Auradon had completely rewritten history. The four exchange students exchanged glances before pretending to be interested in what the teacher had to say.

James had immediately pulled the other three off to the side after the class had finished. Topher glanced around, making sure than no one would hear them discuss how much of train wreck that class was.

"What are we supposed to do?" James asked. "Who knows how badly warped our own history has been made by them?"

"We do nothing for now. Our job is to observe and get as much dirt as we can on them," Topher said, with his sister nodding in agreement.

"How can we do nothing?" Kathryn demanded. "It is our history!"

"We have to, Kathryn," Margaret answered. "If we don't, they will send us back. We only bring anything up if it concerns the nature of our current government. We are a part of three very proud sovereign nations. We will not let this nation defile the names of our kings and queens."

"Are you sure that this is a good idea?" Topher asked, he knew his sister knew what she was doing, but he was now wondering if it was fair to let their peers be brainwashed by propaganda.

"We will set things straight, but not right away. Aunty E had a plan, so does Mom and Aunty R and Aunty M," Margaret said. "We need to lie low and become a part of the crowd. Something will eventually come along and take the attention away from us. When something changes, we will be free to be just those strange rich kids."

"Rich kids?" Kathryn deadpanned.

"Think, Kathryn. We aren't going to tell them we are all of the royal families, now are we?" James said smacking his sister on the arm.

"I suppose not, James," she growled, rubbing her arm. "Why are we rich?"

"We have to be rich to afford this school," Topher supplied.

"Oh."

Margaret smacked her palm against her forehead. The second set of triplets were geniuses, but when it came to common sense, you could wave it goodbye. "Try to make friend, and try not to kill anyone. This is for Aunty E and Gillian. Do not forget that."

They all exchanged looks. "We won't."

Prince Ben made a decree.

He wanted to give the children of the Isle a second chance and had chosen four kids to come and get an education at Auradon Prep. If they were good, they would get the chance to stay in Auradon and begin a new life here. Eugenia and Margaret were horrified Auradon was putting these kids on probation. They had never done anything to deserve the Isle in the first place, yet here they were being given a "second chance." Where was the first chance? King Beast was adamant against it. All of his wrong doings may come to light with the arrival of the children of his sworn enemies. He wouldn't allow it, yet he also would not tell

It was also what they had been waiting for. No one would be paying very much attention to the kids with attitude and opinions anymore. Also known as the royal children from DunBroch, Arendelle and Corona.

Topher received a letter mere hours before the four chosen had arrived at the school. Gillian was trying to give him useful information that would help them proceed with these children of evil.

Dear Topher,

Mal, Jay, Evie and Carlos are the least knowledgeable on the Isle. They are extremely dangerous, but their parents kept them sheltered most of their lives. They will have an agenda, and they will be on edge and manipulative at any given time.

Evie is the only one you can trust, and she will only trust you and Margaret. She is my best friend. If you need her for anything, the code word is Evangeline. She knows that I gave it to you. Do not let this letter get into the hands of anyone else. Burn it if you need to.

I don't know what they are planning, but it might not be safe. If it comes down to it, leave the country. Go home. Mal will have an influx of magic, and she will be teaching herself how to use it. Carlos and Jay have more street skills and know how to use them so you never see it coming. Do not interfere.

Love,

CP Gillean

Topher took the words to heart, and went to find his sister. He tapped her on the shoulder.

"It's not Gil."

"What?"

"Gillian is not one of the chosen. The four who are coming were apparently very cut off from much of Isle life," Topher said.

"So whatever they are planning, it isn't a part of our family's plan." It was a chink in the armor, but not one that would ruin them. Margaret was a bit disappointed, but it did remind her that her cousin was not the only victim of the Isle's cruel nature.

"I doubt it. But Gillian is clever and resourceful. He'll use it against them. Is it really necessary for the entire school to wait outside for the four un-socialized kids' arrival?"

"Ben believes it is. He doesn't want them to feel unwelcome," Margaret sighed.

"It will only make things worse and make them feel uncomfortable," Eugenia piped in. "Mom and Dad were slowly introduced to high society. Grandfather and Nana recognized the issues with shoving an eighteen year old who had only ever lived in a tower with her "mother" and lizard, and a twenty-six year old who'd never not known having to steal to survive into proper royal life. They started off with small dinners and galas before they were presented to the kingdom."

"Who knows what they will be like when they actually get here?" Topher said. "Gil may not get that sort of chance. I know for a fact that Mom and Aunty E are planning for war. Gillian might be leading sooner than he expects.

It was unsettling to know that their cousin would never get to have a normal life. Not that nobles lived normal lives, but Gil would not get a stable one.

The arrival of the four children of the Isle went just as they predicted. They boys were fighting over a blanket from the limo. Each of the kids had a small bag, which they six each believed was all they owned or all they had been allowed to take with them.

Kathryn and Samuel had decided right then they were going to get to know the four despite what Gil said. They all needed to know as much as possible about the Isle if they were going to pit the world against Auradon. Gil may not like the "VK's" but he lived in a ghetto area where gang violence ran unchecked. He may never admit it out loud to his family, but they all knew that Gil was no innocent either.

The Arendelle Nobles grew up reading their Aunt's letters. There were two types: the long winded letters about new laws, and how they needed to be edited and put into place, and the short angry letters (and some happy ones,) about Gil's milestones. First words, first steps, first day of school, first time he joined a gang, the first time his mother found out he killed someone, and the second time, and the third time, to the point where it became a postscript in her letters, the first time he did the deed, the time she found out about him doing drugs, and so on and so forth. It was all there in her short hand, the lack of innocence the crown prince possessed.

Sam and Kathryn found out quickly that the four from the Isle were similar to Gil in some of those ways. They also realized that the quality of life was not the greatest on the Isle, either. The food was a lot worse than Queen Elsa had lead them to believing. She clearly believed she could handle it herself. The triplets sent a letter to their parents, Rapunzel and Princess Anna. They all agreed it was unacceptable to starve your prisoners, no matter how evil you believed them to be.

It looked to them, that it was only a matter of time before more secrets of the Isle were unraveled, and spun out of control. Their families were forces to be reckoned with, and Auradon had firmly landed themselves on top of their shit lists.