Desperate times call for Desperate Measures.

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John's POV.

As I went up the steps, a thought had popped into my head. I stopped on the steps about halfway.
I had called the little Princess Anna "baby girl" when I was comforting her.
"Crap!" I said softly to myself.
"You told yourself not to show any attachment!"
It was true, as much as I hated it. Last time I had become attached to someone was of extreme importance to me, Zitha murdered them.
Zelda and my family being examples of this. Now since I had no idea whether Zitha knew about Arendelle or not, I told myself to not become close to it, for fear of getting those wonderful people and the two beautiful little princesses killed because of me.
I didn't think I could've went through that again.
You see...at the time I was not doing well, mentally at least. I would have nightmares, still do, just not as often.
They were terrifying...so bad I woke up nearly drowning in my own sweat.
I wasn't in a good place, even my fans of my videos began to notice, heavily notice.
I didn't want to lose this family that had accepted me so quickly and lovingly, that would send me over the edge.
So I made a decision on those steps.
I would have to leave every so often as to quell any suspicion Zitha had, but then again that wasn't even a fool proof plan. It would hurt Elsa and Anna, but it would be better then getting those little girls killed. But at that point I just couldn't decide.

"I'll figure something out.."

I went up to my room and changed into a olive drab button up collar shirt. I walked back out just in time to find Elsa and Anna running out of their room laughing and smiling.
Every time I saw them like that I couldn't help but smile. I kept walking, that was till I heard talking from the king's main meeting room.
My room was two rooms down from his meeting room, so I heard many different conversations about several different Royal Affairs during my time there.
If I remember correctly, this is what I heard.
"I am sorry, but I must pull off my daughter from this engagement.." I heard King Perci start.

Another voice started.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Hans is a fine young boy-"

"I'm sure he is sir. But I just don't feel right about this and I must back away from it. I want my daughters to choose for themselves when they're older."
Perci interrupted.

"That is your choice then. But I must remind you that if Princess Elsa becomes Queen, she must marry in exactly three months after coronation. That is tradition, that is law."

"Yes I know...and he must be of royal blood.." King Perci replied softly.

I was quite surprised at this, Elsa was so young. I honestly couldn't believe at first that the King would do that to his young daughter. But when I heard he backed out, I was happy. I won't say as to why.
But three months? Hell that's not even enough time to get to know each other, let alone get married.
But that was law, so who was I to question it?
And Hans? THE Hans? Youngest of the thirteen brothers? The Prince of the Southern Isles that would try to take Arendelle's throne by force? Why out of all people...him?
These questions floated in my mind as I made my way to the kitchen.
I found Elsa and Anna there playing with their dolls. I leaned against the door jam watching them play.
I couldn't help but smile, but I also felt a bit of a protective feeling come over me, like these little girls were my own daughters.
Whether or not it was natural, I couldn't tell, but felt it nonetheless.
Finally I got there attention surprising them. They jumped and squealed smiling. They got up and hug me tightly, one on each side.
"Chocolate time?" Elsa asked.
"Chocolate time." I replied with a smile.

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