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His mother was expecting him and Harry for supper that evening anyways. Harry gladly stepped down and said that Margaret could take his place instead. If Harry had a long lost cousin come to visit him on this prison ghetto he would want his mother to meet her as well. Harry then had to add that was if he had a mother or a long lost cousin, which he had neither. Gil resisted the urge to punch Harry at his comments and instead brought his lovely cousin through the rot and ruin that was the Isle of the lost.
It was simple to see that Margaret was nervous on the trek up. She kept flinching, as if she was trying to take his hand. It would probably make her feel safer, but she never did. Gil assumed she could get the feel of what was acceptable and was wasn't. Not one child in the area held their parents hand. Children were expected to follow their parents while in public. If they got lost, they had to find their way home or they essentially became orphans. Which happened to lots of them, and gangs would often take in lost children, or kill them depending on how they came across the kids. Gil was not innocent of that, sadly. You mess with a gang, you might get killed for it.
"Gillian, what is your mother like?" Margaret asked when the warehouse loomed within their sight.
"She is the kindest lady on the Isle," Gillian replied, "if you catch her at the right moment. Mom is the only person who provides fresh food on the Isle for people. Usually they have to get in her good graces or be extremely ill to even be on the list, but once you are on it, you get fresh food for however long you need it. You steal from her garden, it is like those old Rapunzel tales-you know the ones from before a princess was named Rapunzel." Margaret nodded.
"She sounds amazing. I grew up learning about her. I never thought I would get to meet either of you," Margaret said. "What did you mean about the right moment?"
"My dad is missing two fingers from her anger," Gillian laughed. "She is a dangerous and violent as the rest at times. It is really hard to not succumb to the Isle's dark desires. Mama remains as pure as she can, but even she slips from time to time."
He yanked off a glove, and opened the door for Margaret. "After you."
She lowered the hood of her cloak and looked around in awe of the inside of the warehouse. "This place is beautiful."
"I'm so glad you think so," Gil smiled. "Mama! Are you home?"
"Gillian, you are home early," Elsa called. "I'm in the kitchen. I'm making stew!"
Gil walked quietly into the kitchen. "It smells good, Mama."
"Thank you, Gillian," Elsa said. "Did you bring Harry with you?" She asked as she turned to her son. She gasped, and covered her mouth.
"Mama, are you okay?"
"Gillian, what did you do?" she breathed.
There was shock and anger in Elsa's eyes. Margaret could see how tired her aunt looked, and wondered how bad the Isle really was to bring a queen down to this broken woman.
"Nothing. Gillian didn't do anything, Aunt Elsa," Margaret broke in. "It was my idea. Gillian knew nothing about it until a few hours ago. I was already here."
"You planned to come here?" Elsa asked. It seemed to hurt her that her niece came to this wretched place to see her and Gillian. She never wanted any of her family to see her in this state. "Why would you do that, dear? Does my sister know?"
"Mom does not know, no, but we did plan this. Topher, the triplets, Eugenia and I all did," the young girl replied. "If things went according to plan, we may have already succeeded."
"Mama, we have baited the king. He just didn't know that it was an inside job the entire time," Gillian said. "They are going to take the entire crew to Auradon, one of the demands to keep the Princess of Arendelle alive and unharmed. We are getting off the Isle." Gil's eyes glittered as he told his mother.
"Really?" Elsa's eyes shined with pride, and a joy that was almost impossible for her son to fathom. Her baby boy would be getting out of the hell she had raised him in
"Of course. Mom drilled family into my head. I would not come here without the intention to try and get one of you off. I would get you off if I could, Aunt Elsa, I just don't know if I could pull it off."
"Oh, my dear sweet niece," Elsa said. She wrapped her sister's child up in her arms. The Snow Queen was crying. "I always hoped Gillian would get off first, and meet his family. You, oh you, Margaret. I have not seen you since you were a few weeks old. My sweet son and my sweet niece. I wish it wouldn't be in this way."
"We have each other now. Let us not waste this opportunity."
The family cried that night. They cried in thanks of each other, for family and for the love a family had. They all cried with the possibility it could be the last time they saw each other for a very long time. For all they knew, it could be the last time they would ever see each other again.