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Don't be surprised if I don't update with another chapter for another week or two. School, work, and uh my newest obsession (I literally have been meaning to watch Supernatural for a while now and may I just say: Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole lol Dean is my bby boy)

And don't be surprised if you see any Supernatural fanfics coming your way, lovelies :)

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OceansAria :)

Kristoff didn't have even a speck of an idea of what he was getting himself into.

He was lead down many twisting and turning halls before they finally arrived in a crumbling throne room. It seemed as if the mountain—and nature itself—was reclaiming the entire palace. Roots broke up the ground, making it difficult to walk without tripping. Fallen rock sat in heaps around the throne room. Some of it even had crushed the steps leading up to the throne.

Sitting on the throne was a creature like Kristoff had never seen.

"Why, hello, dearie." The strange creature rose from his throne. He was dressed in dazzling red robes, but he couldn't have possibly been royalty in any land around here. Kristoff had met almost all of the blue bloods from the surrounding lands, and none of them looked like that.

"I need to speak with you," Kristoff puffed out his chest as the creature drew closer.

"Oh, I know, dearie." The monster cackled gleefully—too happy for the mountain man's liking. "I've been waiting anxiously for our little chat."

Kristoff gulped.

The banging of iron on rock jolted Anna to consciousness.

Through the murky night in the cell, she saw the outline of her husband. He fell to his knees beside her. Anna struggled to sit up; she grabbed onto his shoulders to keep him steady as he clutched at his side.

"Kristoff!" she cried softly. "What happened to you?"

He let go of his side. Maneuvering himself to his bottom, he shook his head. "I spoke to Rumplestilskin."

Anna's heart stopped. The only sound for a second was the sound of the guards relocking the cell door. "You. Did. What."

"I had to, Anna! For the baby, for you—"

Anna slapped his arm. "What did you do?!"

Kristoff winced. "Ow."

"WHAT DID YOU DO."

"I requested to speak with their master . . . with Rumplestilskin," Kristoff gasped out as he collapsed to his back, his chest heaving under his thick winter clothes. His breathing was wheezy, as if barbed wires had been shoved down his throat. "I went to discuss the deal he made with you."

"What about it?" Anna's teeth were set on edge. Her hand subconsciously moved to her stomach to protect the child within her.

"I wasn't just going to stand by and let this man take our child or the lives of our friends," Kristoff sighed, his breathing finally evening out to normal. His wife watched the muscles working in his strong jaw as he fought inwardly with what he was about to say. "So I offered myself in the baby's place. They're coming for me tomorrow evening."

"WHAT?!" Anna slapped him again, harder than before. Kristoff hushed her so she wouldn't wake the others; he clamped his dirtied hand over her mouth under she stopped howling. Jerking his hand off of her, she spluttered, "Why would you do such a thing?! That's absolutely nuts! You said we would find a way to get the baby and our friends out of here without losing any of them." Her hormonally-induced emotions were getting away from her.

"Yeah, but I didn't say anything about getting myself out of here." His face was flat, expressionless. "I don't care what happens to me. As long as you get out of here, give birth to our child in our home . . . that's all that matters to me. That our child gets to have an ounce of normality in their life."

Anna didn't feel the tears streaming down her face until one hit her hand resting on her womb. "Y-You can't," she said. "You can't just give yourself up to that—that monster! You have no idea what he's going to do to you!"

"Shh, Anna, just be quiet—"

"No! You can't do this, Kristoff!" Anna screamed in a whisper. She shrunk away from him when he reached for her. "Our child will never know you if you do this. Besides, what if it's a trick just to get you and our baby? Rumpelstilskin is known for his trickery. He speaks in riddles, for crying out loud!"

Still, not even a flicker of emotion crossed her husband's stony face.

"You can't talk me out of this, Anna. It's already been done. The deal has been struck—and if I try to break it, horrible things will happen to you and our friends." His small speech made her fall silent. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to spend what little time I have left with my wife. Not to mention I'm pretty exhausted from walking all over the damn place."

With that, he grunted as he settled onto his back. He stretched out his arm in invitation for her to lie with him. Anna shot him a glare but begrudgingly scooted into position by his side. She let her head fall into the crook where his shoulder met his chest and sighed long and hard.

"I'm not going to let you go through with this," she hissed. Kristoff adjusted her cloak around her shoulders and waist to ensure she would stay warm in the damp chill of their prison. "I'll find a way. No one is getting left behind."

Anna could feel his smug smile as he kissed the crown of her hair. "Try and stop me, feisty pants. It's not like you can waddle faster than I can run."

She slapped his chest with what little gusto she had left, forcing back more tears. He chuckled. And for a moment, the tension melted. He was asleep within the next quarter hour. His snores echoed through his torso and into her ear, combining almost beautifully with his thundering heartbeat. He didn't smell the greatest since he hadn't bathed in almost five days, but he was Kristoff, and he never really smelled amazing anyway.

Soon, Anna thought bitterly as she stared into the murky darkness of the pit, This will all be a memory.

All through the next day, Kristoff acted as if nothing had conspired the night before. He talked, joked, and wrestled with the other men. His voice filled the room, swelling around them as he told stories he'd learned from the trolls and gave Cal tips on women. Anna was right there at his side the entire time, not even a lick of a forced smile playing across her lips. Joy wasn't something she had the energy to fake.

That evening, after they had all feasted on hard-as-bricks rolls, the iron gate to the pit swung open. The bang of the metal hitting the rock wall made Anna wince. As the two hulking lunkheads came forward to scoop Kristoff from his place on the ground, their friends cried:

"What's going on?"

"What are you two morons doing?"

"You can't take him!"

Anna knew that protesting now wouldn't do a thing, though usually she would be the head rioter. Biting her lip, she stood with Kristoff when he solemnly faced her, his eyes betraying his true feelings. He was terrified. He didn't want to go; to leave her alone. But he wanted to save his family.

"I love you," Anna whispered, stroking his scruffy blond hair. "More than anything."

Kristoff bent and kissed her for the last time. Their lips clung to each other's for a second too long and the guards tugged harshly at the mountain man's arms as their friends cried for mercy. Their shouts fell on deaf ears.

"I love you, Anna," her husband said. "Tell our son that I love him. That you two are worth the world to me."

Anna was taken aback. Rumpelstilskin had told Kristoff that their child was a boy. She knew that tears wouldn't help anything, but she allowed them to fall anyway. She held onto his hand until he was out of reach; she rushed to the gate as they shut it in her face, and she stared down the dim corridor until Kristoff's large frame disappeared from sight.

Vladimir grabbed her by her small shoulders and whipped her around to face him after he deemed she'd had long enough to cry in peace. "Why didn't you fight back? Why didn't you fight for him?" he growled, his blue eyes blazing under his bushy eyebrows.

Anna sniffled. "Because. Resisting would do nothing. I know my sister, and I know she's coming for us. If . . . " her chin wobbled "If Kristoff's still alive by the time Elsa arrives, we'll fight our hardest to get him back. Until then, we go on as we did before. We sleep, eat, and we stay out of trouble."

"And who made you the queen of our prison cell?" Evan said, arms crossed.

"I did," Anna replied sternly. Wiping away the last bit of her tears, she told herself she wouldn't shed another tear over this whole twisted web of events again. "Now, gentleman, we will need our rest to fight those bumbling idiots. Kristoff will need us at our best, eh?"

The looks they gave her were from all different ranges of emotions: anger, confusion, doubt. The princess ignored them all as she lowered herself to the earth and began to form a plan of action.

Anna was determined not to be the fragile, scared little pregnant woman anymore. She had to be a leader. She had to act like a true princess. Loyal, loving, strong and unafraid in the face of death and danger.

The more the princess thought on it, the more she realized that all of those things chalked up to being a mother, too.