We're nearing the end. After a long while of considering where this story was going and consulting multiple people at the ideas... I finally came to a decision. I know exactly where it's going and I can tell you all exactly one thing about it: You're either going to hate it or love it. There most likely won't be an in-between.

I left this chapter off in a weird spot and I've never been known to do that in any of my stories, so bear with me here.

Anyways... Enjoy?

Surprise!:

"Oh, er, Prince Hans.. Her Majesty requested your presence in her study."

Hans had been sitting at the now-tuned piano, occasionally pressing the keys as he had sat there in thought. Everything he had been thinking about had been disrupted when Kai had begun speaking... Damn it. What had he been thinking about again?

"Ah yes," Hans nodded, standing, "Thank you for informing me. I'll get there at once." What could that woman want now?

With what seemed like a million thoughts plaguing his mind at once, he strode down to her study, knocking on the door upon arrival.

All he got was an "Enter" in response from Elsa, but that was good enough. He quickly stepped inside, shutting the door after him.

"Hans.." Elsa had sat, her lips pursed, hands folded in front of her. That was never a good sign. "We need to have a little discussion."

"If it's about the other day then-"

"It's not. Not at all. This is entirely different."

"I don't see any problem with us right now. What could we possibly need to discuss?"

"How do you feel about children?" She hummed nonchalantly, eyes glancing down at a stack of random papers on her desk.

"You know where I stand on the matter. An heir would be nothing short of wonderful."

"Except you're not King. Thus, you wouldn't need an heir. But I do." That god awful humming went on. It made him want to leap at her throat and choke the life out of her right there.

"What are you getting at?"

"I'm pregnant, Hans." She smiled sheepishly, her fingers pressing against the wood of the desk. "Surprise."

That hit him like a brick to the face. But.. The Prince wasn't sure what he wanted to feel. His blood boiled with pure, unadulterated loathing for the bastard of a child; he wanted to feel bad that it was going to have that madwoman as a mother... But at the same time he wanted to smile because it was his child. Yet, she sat at her desk, smiling the entire time. What had gotten into her?

He maintained his composure though, and stood in front of her desk still. "What are you going to do then? It's nothing you can hide."

"I know. I'll own up to it, admit my mistakes, and allow my reputation to be soiled."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that. I'll give up whatever I need to for the well being of this child.. Though I want to place blame on you, I can't say it's any more of your fault than it is mine. We were careless. I never even considered it once." She shrugged her shoulders, leaning back in her chair.

"And where do I come in in all of this?"

"That's what we need to discuss."