Memories [OUAT/Helsa]

What He Is Capable Of

Arendelle
Present Day

"This is not supposed to happen."

"It seemed that your youngest brother is capable of something beyond your expectation, Prince Jurgen."

The dark haired Prince furrowed his eyebrows as he paced back and forth by the enchanted mirror where the vision of his youngest brother and his wife enjoying their day together was displayed. "It took him years before he could get her hand in marriage. But now..."

"Now it appears that the Queen has already falling back in love." The Duke of Weselton said as he removed the hood hiding his face. "If things keep going at this rate, Prince Jurgen-"

"You will not tolerate it, I know that already." The Prince sneered angrily, "We both know what happen if the Queen remembers, we can't let her regain her memories."

The Duke nodded as he straightened his glasses. "Then what the Wizard told you to do about this?"

"He told me nothing." Jurgen sighed as he leaned his weight against the wooden table, palms laid flat against the surface as his eyes traced every fiber of the wood. "He had given me nothing to sort this problem out but one."

"And, what is it, may I ask?"

"The same damned magic crystal that could create a portal to send us to that realm we have trapped those two in." Jurgen hissed, "What is the use of that thing for any of this?!"

"I would hate to anger you," The Duke started as he cleared his throat. "But you were the one who carelessly sent Hans to where his wife was."

Jurgen knew his, he was well aware of his mistake. He has been driven by his anger and thirst to make the youngest suffer even more that the idea of having him stuck in the same place as his wife, who had no idea that they were married and in love, appear to be able to torture his soul even more without considering that he would try to win her heart again and break the spell the Wizard has put on her.

"I dare assume that the Wizard is not amused by what you have done."

"Shut your mouth." Jurgen sneered through gritted teeth. "I am quite aware of my mistake, I was driven with my own selfish desire."

"Do one more foolish act and you will turn out to be a failure, just like your brother, Hans."

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Storybrooke
Present Day

"You look awfully cheerful today."

Elsa raised an eyebrow as she looked at her blonde haired friend. "Really? I feel the same."

But the Sheriff only gave her a look as she leaned against the dining chair, arms crossed over her chest as she eyed the woman that had just returned home. "Yeah, like I would believe that. Where have you been, Elsa?"

"At the docks, with Hans..." the Arendelle Queen said as she took off her jacket and hung it on the coat hanger. "We were just talking."

The Savior chuckled, "I didn't ask what you were doing, you know." She told her friend with a smile. "And that could only mean that you're afraid I suspected something else. So... What's up with you two?"

"Nothing. We are just friends, technically we are married but... You get the point." Elsa shook her head as she made her way to the kitchen, getting herself a glass of water, using her power to drop it's temperature until she found it fitting with her wish. "He's the only one I can rely right now in the matter of Arendelle."

Emma stood up from her seat, approaching her friend to place a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I have promised you that I'll help you get your memories back and also returning you and Hans back to Arendelle, right? And I wouldn't stop until I do it, don't worry."

A small smile formed on Elsa's lips as she looked at the Savior. "Thank you, Emma."