A WHOLE lot of explaining...

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*1 week later*
Anna's PoV
Today was like any other day. I woke up, got dressed, ate breakfast then spend some time in the library. I just finished reading 3 books, each with 25 chapters and 549 pages. It took me HOURS but I did it. I'd probably have dreams about them tonight.

I went downstairs for dinner, but instead of going to the table like always, I remembered that Kristoff was coming home today! I rushed outside, waiting for him at the front gates to the castle.

*a few hours later*
"Anna? Why weren't you at dinner? You must be hungry, right?" Elsa asked as she found me leaning against the wall outside.
"Kristoff was supposed to come back home by now! Why isn't he here?" I asked sadly.

"Well... Maybe he has to stay for another day or two?" Elsa suggested.
"But I miss him so much..."
"He'll be back at some point. Don't worry." Elsa walked back into the castle to get ready for bed. It was already 10:00pm. Where has the time gone?

Yet, no matter what Elsa said, I stayed out there for so long, I saw the sun rise. I was getting really tired, so I went back inside.
~the next morning~
I woke up hearing someone knocking on my door. "Yes? Who is it?" I asked tiredly. "It's me..." I recognized the voice as Elsa's and let her come in. She looked very angry. "What's wrong? You look pissed." I asked. "Anna, don't play dumb with me. You know exactly why I'm pissed!"

"Umm... I do?" I asked. "Yes, yes you do." She said harshly. "Hans told me you forced him into having... It with you last week. At first I thought he was telling me about a weird dream he had or something, but he was so in depth about the details I knew it was true."

"Well, what exactly did he say?" I asked.
"I can't say exactly, but I remember he basically said that it's happened a few times and with multiple guys!
What is your problem, Anna?! You can't keep men out of you can you?"

"But Elsa, I didn't do it! Maybe you should hear both sides of the story before you make a decision."

"Fine. Then tell me what happened." Elsa walked over to my bed and sat down with her arms crossed. "Well, it was around a week ago so you got that part right, but I didn't force him, he forced me! I distinctly remember waking up in the middle of the night to him shaking me. When I woke up, he handcuffed me to my headboard and just dove in!

A few minutes later, it started to feel a bit numb so I got used to the feeling. I asked him if he was done yet, then he grabbed me by the hair, pulled me closer to his face and said "I'm done when I say!" Then he threw my head back down and continued. Then I told him that it took me a while for me to fully trust him, so why was he doing this?

And then he said...he said..."
"He said what?" Elsa asked, still not completely convinced.
"He said that he was...not actually Hans. That he was someone else."

"Who is he then?" She asked.

"He didn't tell me. He said that I'll find out soon. Then he said that I need to 'disappear' for a while. I asked him what he was going to do with me and he said that he might kill me. Then I freaked out and said that he can't then he asked why not and I told him that I was pregnant. Then-"
"Wait. You're pregnant?!"

"Ya, so then he stopped and asked me-"

"Hang on. You're pregnant?!?!"

"Yes, pay attention. So then he asked with who's kid? And I was all like-"

"When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I wanted Kristoff to be the first to know, then you then maybe just announce it to the kingdom, as one does.
But it doesn't matter. I told him that I didn't really know who the father is because a while ago when you went on that trip, Hans and I did it but I had no control over that so don't worry. Then the day you came back home, Kristoff and I did it. So, I'm not so sure who the father is."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Elsa said quickly. "So, you're telling me that he went all Fifty Shades of Grey on you?"
"Well, not exactly but ya." Elsa sighed. I could tell that she wanted to believe that none of this happened, but she couldn't. She had to choose a side. Me or 'Hans'.

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