"I never guessed it would only take your son leaving to make you a social lady," the Lady Tremaine scoffed at the White Witch. The bitter woman took a sip of her spoiled tea, and eyes the cold with sitting next to Grimhilde in her shop.

Sadly, the Lady Tremaine had to work to keep it running. Anthony would not help, and Anastasia was too busy with her apparent teaching job to help her poor old mother. Drisella was long gone from her life. Her daughter seemed to have disappeared not too long after her young daughter was born.

"So you believe," Elsa coolly replied. "I had a social life, I just found my time was otherwise occupied with my son's behavior. I would prefer you not spread the word that Gillian is my son. His identity has long been forgotten on the Isle, and I would like to keep it that way."

Tremaine rolled her eyes. "Of course, darling."

"From what you have told me, Ms. Snow," Grimhilde muttered, "is you were never very social. Your only true contact with people was not long before we were all banished here."

"You are too kind, Grimhilde," Elsa replied. "I never thought I would hear such kind words leave your mouth."

The women shared a laugh.

"Now, is there a reason why you invited me here, Snow?" Tremaine demanded. It was no secret between the women of this meeting be anything more than a simple social afternoon. Her daughters may be morons, but the Lady Tremaine would never be considered such.

Elsa smiled a cruel, villainous smile, and slowly lowered her hood. Her matted once white hair looked grey in the light, and was braided in the same intricate style she would wear to battle. Elsa's face held few age lines, but it was as hardened and cold as any of the other major villains on the Isle. She had earned her keep as the White Witch of the Isle, and it was not for any fabled reason.

"Queen Elsa?" Tremaine hissed. The disgraced Lady never would have believed the beloved queen of Arendelle to have been the true identity of the vile White Witch. "I never would have guessed."

"Good. Then I have done my job."

"Here, here!" Grimhilde said, and raised her glass to her friends. She may have been half the reason Elsa survived the years leading up to Gillian's birth.

"How has this been kept a secret? Why are you telling me now?"

"Lady Tremaine, you are one of the better villain's on the Isle. You want nothing more than freedom, not blood. If you agree to my terms, I will grant you asylum in Arendelle along with your daughters and grandchildren. You would get a full pardon, and access to the estate your late husband left for you."

"Really, Queen Elsa? What is the catch? I don't see you or Grimhilde doing this extreme act of kindness for nothing."

"You have spent enough time around Faciller and Ursula," Grimhilde barked with laughter.

"Nothing on the Isle comes without a price. Not even an act of kindness."

"Start by agreeing to keep my identity secret from Maleficent, and the rest of the Isle. I will send instructions at a later time," Elsa grinned. She held out her hand. Tremaine eyed it warily. There was no guarantee Elsa was telling the truth. She could be leading her family right into a trap. Then again, a nice cozy manor in the mountains of Arendelle, tormenting her grandson and granddaughter until they were of age did not sound like a bad way to live out her days. She might even find herself another rich husband to further her mountainous fortune.

"Can I really trust you, Witch?" Tremaine sneered.

"The question is, what do you want from your life? The institution of the Isle won't be around much longer. Do you want a pardon, or do you want to stand trial on an international level?" Elsa laid out. "You won't know unless you shake my hand. Our freedom looms in the distance. Does yours?"

Lady Tremaine took the Queen's hand.

"We have a deal. But! I do want to know one thing."

Elsa stood to leave, and raised the hood of her cloak. Grimhilde followed her friends lead.

"Yes?"

"Who else knows?"

"Gaston, and a select few of his children. Don't go spreading it around, though. Any slight deviation from our deal, and I will personally make sure you are locked away in a secret international prison until the day you die. You will never see the light of day again."

"Understood, my Queen."

"Wonderful," Elsa snarled. "You will be hearing from me again. Do not make me regret letting you into the circle."

The two Queens were gone before the Lady Tremaine could say another word. This would become fairly interesting rather soon it seemed.

"Are we positive this was a smart decision? Tremaine is not known for her honesty," Grimhilde stated over supper later the same evening. It was strange for both women. Neither had children in their house any longer. Evie's daughter lived with Maverick in Gaston's hovel, and both found themselves feeling empty. Grimhilde was not kind to her daughter, but it did not mean she loved the girl any less. Elsa had remedied that by having her over for a meager meal most days.

"No, but I do not know an honest person on this Isle. I trust her to be compliant. The woman is almost as greedy as a pirate. I promised her back her wealth, and she will not give that up again," Elsa answered.

"What comes next, Snow?"

"Our children. Gillian let it slip recently something about Maverick wanting to propose to your daughter. From her letters, it sounded like a dwarf boy had begun to grab her attention. I wouldn't be surprised if Maverick had proposed to her during her brief return to the Isle."

"I will kill him if he did," Grimhilde growled. She had never like Maverick. Evelyn had been with child before she had even met the scoundrel who had stolen her heart.

Elsa smiled. Grimhilde had hoped for many years for Gillian to capture Evie's heart. It was a meager hope as they grew up. Evelyn and Gillian viewed each other as something similar to siblings of cousins rather than a potential spouse. Grimhilde had always wanted her daughter to become Queen. Gillian was her last hope of that dream ever becoming true. Maverick was good for the young Princess. Evie already lived her Juliet dream years ago, and it was unlikely for her to give that up.

"Would you rather her marry a dwarf? It is not very probable any Auradon Prince would marry a girl with a child."

"Disrespectful child. She could have had it all, and had to ruin it with that spawn of Gaston."

"Grimhilde, if I remember correctly, you wanted Gillian to marry Evelyn at one time," Elsa pointed out.

"Your son is just that. Yours, Snow. Any other spawn of Gaston are not worthy of my child," Grimhilde spat. "If I had my way, I would have locked her up like Mother Gothel had with her rotten child."

"We went over this many times. Evelyn would have managed a way to run off before she was four. She is too clever. The way we decided to raise her was more likely to succeed."

"Fat lot of good it did. I am a grandmother of a two year old and my daughter has yet to hit seventeen."

"Two and a half weeks from hitting seventeen if I recall." Elsa had been there for the birth of the young girl. She had sworn up and down that day she would never put herself through having a child on the Isle. A little less than a year later she had Gil, and didn't regret it.

"Whatever. If I find out that dwarf knocked her up, however, I will lock her away in that famous ice palace of yours in Arendelle, and destroy the bridge."

"No matter what Evelyn does, I have no doubt she is doing fine. The task you have given her and the other three is now void. She knows that. Our plans have moved forward, and Gillian will find a way, with his gang, to make the trap we have laid snap."

"He better."

"He will."

They shared a look, and finished their supper in silence. Only a matter of time was becoming a reality. Neither queen believed they would live the rest of their days on this wretched Isle.

Sixteen Years Ago

Gaston had only discovered her by accident. He had been chasing after a toddling Junior through the town, and was juggling the Third in his arms trying to catch his older son. The boy continued to run and giggled through the forest. It was clear from day one his elder child would be persuasive and manipulative as he grew. Junior gave a naughty grin and swept into the abandoned warehouse deep in the forest.

The rumors about the place had popped up about two years ago. A few henchmen went missing, and a garden began to sprout as spring came after the harsh winter. Whoever lived in the warehouse was not to be messed with, and Gaston's heart began to pound quickly. He feared for his son's life.

"Junior, come back here, now," Gaston hissed at the boy who only giggled and vanished into the building entirely. "Crap!"

Gaston ran after the boy, forgetting the superstitions surrounding the warehouse, and dashed after him through the door. He stopped short once he entered the building, and he could not believe his eyes.

The inside looked like a palace. Pillars made of ice kept the ceiling up, and big, intricate arches were around every doorway and window. Every piece of furniture and decoration were made of the same glittering ice, shining blues, violets and greens when the light hit them. Gaston couldn't help but gasp at the amazing location. It looked like it was meant for royalty.

And Junior was nowhere to be found.

Gaston carefully crept through the front entrance, and looked in the first room he saw. It was a room filled with jars of preserved food, and other herbs that seemed to be used for medicinal purposes. He could not help but wonder what creature lived in this place. No villain he knew of would ever try to make something of their meager resources. Most would rather whine and brood over their situation than make the best of it. Gaston was not much better, if he were being truly honest with himself. The only thing it was missing was Junior. Third was getting antsy, and Gaston began to fear he would get caught, and his children get killed because he led them into a fatal predicament.

There were only three other rooms in the warehouse. He figured the occupant did not need the entire space the warehouse provided. Gaston hoped and prayed the resident was not currently at home. He would grab his disobedient son and run back to his hovel as quickly as he could. Junior and Third's mother was long gone, and Gaston would be forcing LeFou to help him raise his two boys.

Sadly that was not the case.

What he assumed would be the kitchen was the only room he had not checked yet. He heard soft chattering of his son, and a woman's gentle voice. He readjusted Third on his hip, and unsheathed his dull hunting knife. He was not afraid to kill to protect his children.

"You sure are a cutie," the woman's voice said. "Would you like a popsicle?"

"A what?"

"It is a fruit flavored ice treat. I have a few left if you would like one."

"Please, please!" Junior cheered. Gaston wondered where his eldest got his manners. It was not something he had taught his son. He would be talking with LeFou the next time he got the chance.

Gaston creeped around the corner, and moved to take another step, and nearly fell over. He was cemented to the ground, and he was not sure what was happening.

"If you wanted to retrieve your child, all you had to knock and ask," the woman said. She didn't even turn to see Gaston.

"I wouldn't trust anyone on this Isle to give my children back. A few would much rather make my baby into a pie than give him back to me," Gaston spat.

"I don't blame you, Gaston LeGume. If I had an heir, I would not believe any of the cruel people on this wretched place," she said, and made to give Junior the popsicle. The woman's eyes were grey and cold, but she was kind to his child. "Would your other child like a treat? Would you like a drink, LeGume?"

He studied her for a moment. She was wearing the cloak that the White Witch had been wearing around town in the last two years. The hood was down and the lady behind the veil was not what he expected.

"I would prefer a name," Gaston demanded, but he had his suspicions.

"Elsa, you may call me Snow if you must. Anything is better than the White Witch."

"Queen Elsa, you mean."

"The one and the only," she smirked. Elsa snapped her fingers and he stumbled as his feet were freed. She waved her hand and a child's height chair grew from the floor. Gaston didn't think magic was possible on the Isle, and his eyes grew with curiosity.

"I think I'll take that drink now," he said. He gingerly place Third in the height chair.

"Good. You'll stay for dinner as well. I have food, and both of your sons look malnourished," Elsa said. "We can discuss after you have eaten what will happen because of your child's antics."

Her offer was generous, but it was also very cold. She was still a kind queen, but it was clear she had been on the Isle long enough to know the dangers of her secret getting out. If the rumors surrounding this warehouse and the White Witch were to be believe, he may never leave this place.

When he left three days later, Gaston had come to an agreement with Elsa. In exchange for him keeping her secret, she would provide him with a certain amount of food for his family every week. It would keep them from starving. They had gotten to know each other quite well, and Gaston believed what she had to say. The second night, they had gotten a bit too drunk after both of his children were asleep. He thought nothing of it at the time.

It was only a few months later, when Elsa threatened to cut him off he learned she was pregnant with his child. Only he would be able to seduce a queen he was not married to and walk away alive, it seemed.

He never thought his life would end up like this. Gaston never believed he would be raising two children, with two more on the way. He grew up chasing after Belle, and had wanted her to be his wife, and help raise any children he had. Now it seemed everything he wanted came crashing to a halt, and new desires had risen after he had been left here to rot. All Gaston wanted anymore was to get off the Isle so he could find a way to raise his children outside of a ghetto. Funny how karma kicked him in the ass. He may have deserved it, but there were too many innocents on the Isle for his mistakes to get punished as well.