Anna

"I just wanted him to stop hurting us. I didn't mean to really hurt him," said Anna in a quiet voice.

"Let me see him," said the old troll as he strode forward. Anna gestured at Shadow and he lifted up Lord Derek from the back of the sled like one might do with a sick child. Shadow then bounded over to the old troll and laid Lord Derek down before him and stepped back.

"Can you help him Grand Pabbie?" asked Kristoff as he knelt down next to the old troll, Grand Pabbie.

Grand Pabbie laid his hand on Lord Derek's forehead and kept it there for a moment before shaking his head. "There is nothing that I can do. The shadows are drawing on the fears and nightmares of his heart to torture him, so the only way to free him would be to prove to him beyond a doubt that they are nothing more than air and darkness."

"I didn't mean to, I mean, I wasn't trying to …" Anna said as she looked at Lord Derek's twitching body with dismay.

"Couldn't you just take out the memory of the attack, like you did before?" Asked Elsa. She hadn't yet told Anna about what she'd done to her as a child as the moment never seemed to be right.

Grand Pabbie frowned. "It is not that easy, my dear. Removing the magic at its source would rip out everything that makes Lord Derek who he is, leaving him catatonic or insane."

"I swear I didn't know," said Anna again and she fell to her knees shaking. Elsa went to Anna and knelt down next to her, holding her close in her arms. Anna leaned up against her sister and just shivered, whispering 'I didn't know' to herself over and over.

"Well, what are his nightmares about? Maybe we can just talk him down," said Kristoff.

Grand Pabbie shrugged. "I suppose there can be no harm in showing you." Grand Pabbie touched Lord Derek's forehead and a barrage of images filled the sky above them. Grand Pabbie focused on the center-most image and magnified it so they could all see Lord Derek's fears.

Lord Derek, Six Years Ago

"Damn it, man, we can't hold them back much longer! We have to find her and kill her now!" Cried Sergeant Wells as he speared one of Vanessa's shadow men. Sir Derek refused to call her the Witch Queen, no matter what the rank and file said. She wasn't the queen of anything other than a moldy old castle although he was forced to admit that she was now indeed quite the witch.

"What do you expect me to do? Walk around and just ask her to come out and talk with me? That barely worked before, why on Earth would it work now?" Sir Derek replied as he lobbed a sunburst at the stairwell ahead of them. An explosion of light filled with inhuman screams indicated that it had done its work.

"I don't understand why she won't just come to fight us face to face?" Asked Lord Simpson as he peaked into the stairwell that Sir Derek had just cleared. He gestured for their group to go on ahead once he was sure it was safe for them.

"Why bother if she can just throw creature after creature at us?" Asked Jenkins as he snapped the neck of a creature that had somehow managed to survive the Sunburst.

Sir Derek was happy he didn't need to face Vanessa yet, to be honest. It had been over a year since he'd last seen her, and even then he felt that night had been a mistake.

Jenkins reached the door at the top of the stairs and held a up a hand to signal for silence. Sir Derek moved up next to him and he heard muffled voices coming through the door. One of them was Vanessa but he didn't know the other.

"Mirror, I don't know what to do. I keep throwing creature after creature at them but they won't leave! Why don't they realize I just want to be left alone?" Vanessa said as she started to cry.

"You haven't been adamant enough my dear. Perhaps you could show them how strongly you feel about the matter," said another, deeper voice.

"What the devil does she mean?" Whispered Jenkins to Sir Derek, but before Sir Derek could respond the door exploded. Two blank tendrils shot through where the door had been and pulled Sergeant Wells and Lord Simpson through.

"Oh you naughty boys, listening in on my private conversation. Naughty boys should be punished!" She cried and the tendrils began to pull at the two men's' limbs.

Sergeant Wells began to scream as the pull against his limbs increased. Lord Simpson lasted a few moments longer but soon both men were screaming in concert with each other, unable to comprehend anything but the pain of what they were undergoing.

Jenkins charged in at her but she jerked her head and slammed him into the wall in front of her where the shadows began to attack and swarm over him, and Sir Derek was left alone on the stairs.

"And my dear husband, how kind of you to join me here," Vanessa said to me with a wicked grin.

"Darling. It does seem strange that we keep meeting like this," Sir Derek said as he forced out a smile and walked to her.

She draped her arms over his shoulders and gave him a sly smile. "It's been too long, my dear. I have something I want show you."

"Of course. But first," Sir Derek said and pulled her into a kiss.

She melted in his arms and for a brief, shining moment all was right in the world and he tried to pretend that everything was as it once was.

Then he pulled the dagger from his belt and that dream ended.

"Derek, what have you done?" Said Vanessa as blood poured out her. She felt the wound and tried to wipe away the viscous red liquid that flowed from it as if that might make it go away.

"I'm sorry, but it had to be done," he said as he helped her to the floor.

Vanessa nodded. "Take care of Estelle for me," she said and the life went out of her eyes.

Lord Simpson and Sergeant Wells slumped to the floor and Jenkins relaxed as the things attacking him vanished.

"She's done then?" Jenkins asked as he wiped his blade clean.

Sir Derek nodded. "She's done."

A wailing noise from across the room made Sergeant Wells perk up. "Perhaps not," he said in a monotone voice. He drew his sword and crept towards the sound.

In a flash Sir Derek was up and racing towards the wail, tripping up Sergeant Wells as he ran by. The wail came from looked to be nothing more than a bundle of blankets but when he peeled the blankets away he found a small, healthy baby girl.

"Estelle," whispered Sir Derek as he rocked the crying child to sleep.

"It doesn't matter who or what it is beyond that it is a creature of the Witch Queen and as such must die before it can do any damage," said Sergeant Wells as he got up.

"It matters when she's my daughter, Sergeant," snapped Sir Derek.

"Perhaps we should give the girl a chance," said Jenkins as he went over to look at Estelle.

"A chance then, but if she shows signs of magic I will put her down before she can do any harm," said Sergeant Wells.

Anna, Now

More images flashed by and they saw the girl enchant her first plant and watched her power grow and saw Lord Derek, while excited for his daughter, become more and more afraid for her. Images of a burning pyre and legions of witch hunters went by and became more and more intense until Anna could no longer look at them.

With a wave of his hand the images vanished and Grand Pabbie turned to speak to them. "Now you know his fear and why I cannot remove the source of it. The only way save him would be to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that the girl is safe from harm before the magic rots his mind away."

"That shouldn't be too bad then. We just take him back to his ship and send him home. Problem solved," said Kristoff with a cheerful smile.

Elsa frowned and shook her head. "If we want to start a war, maybe. You met the good Captain, Kristoff. What else do you think he'd tell the king of Weselton if we sent Lord Derek back like this?" She said with a gesture to Lord Derek as he lay shivering and twitching.

"Elsa, it looked like they only barely won their last magical war and that was just against one person. If they want a war I think that we'd win it with you and Anna working together." Kristoff said as he puffed out his chest.

"I don't want to start a war with Weselton, Kristoff, no matter how they acted towards us," said Elsa with a resigned sigh.

"Unless you mean to throw Anna to the wolves, I don't see what else we can do," said Kristoff as he moved in front of Anna.

"I can bring her here," said Anna, almost to herself.

"What?" Asked Elsa and Kristoff in unison as they both looked over to Anna.

"I can bring his daughter here. I think I could find my way to her and bring her back. I saw her when I was using the mirror and I know I could go to her if I tried," said Anna.

Kristoff gaped at her. "How?" He asked as a sea of questions floated up in his mind.

"The same way I went to the North Mountain. It'll be a little longer, sure, but how much harder can it be?" Anna said as she gave him a small smile, hoping that the exhaustion that she'd felt before was a onetime thing.

Author's Note: The Duke of Weselton wasn't always the Duke of Weselton, in case you're wondering who Lord Simpson is.