[✔︎] 𝐈𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 ✫ POST-DESCENDANTS TWO ⁷

ONE: Destiny

[HANNA]

Hanna Westergard had been called many things in her eighteen years of life.

Traitor.

Thief.

But none had ever resonated with her. Each something that everyone on the Isle was guilty of doing.

It had been six months since the VKs left. Six months since he left. And still she couldn't get them out of her head.

She'd been known as a princess then. Gushing to the daughter of Mother Gothel, Gigi about how they'd one day get control over the kingdoms that were rightfully theirs. How they'd fulfill the stories of their parents even though they didn't want to. How they were meant to be princesses and she'd almost fallen for the infectious happiness that surrounded Gigi.

That was until she left her. The day Gigi had been taken away from her, she'd vowed she'd do everything to get her back. She'd grown a cold heart and had finally become the girl her father had wanted her to be.

When she got to Auradon she was going to get revenge on Elsa, Anna and the brothers of her father. She was going to right what he couldn't do right.

Even though she didn't want to. It wasn't set in her heart. She just wanted to please her father because he was never happy with her.

For some reason, no matter what she did, she was never going to measure up to who her father wanted her to be. She was never going to be good enough. And he wouldn't tell her why.

He'd never truly like her for who she was. She'd always be his little disappointment.

She'd tried to be the person he'd wanted her to be but it seemed she could never fill the roll. She'd never be enough for him.

"Hanna!" Hans called from the bottom level of their two story home. Hanna sighed, getting up from her bed, from where she had been staring out the window, pulling on her jacket and rushing down the stairs.

"Yeah?" Hanna called as she Twisted and turned through the hallways until she reached where her father stood in front of the open door way, gesturing to her two friends who stood at the doorway.

Heather Barbossa was a rather perplexing girl. Hanna hasn't liked her when they first met, thinking that Heather was just another bitch who wanted to mess with her. But the two had formed a friendship through the years that had never been challenged.

HJ Barbossa was Heather's twin brother. Hanna had never once spent time with him without Heather being there. She was only friends with him because he was Heather's brother. Other than that the two had never talked or hung out for any reason.

Heather could be found frequenting the Queen of Hearts Salon though she never got her hair done. She only went to hang out with the daughter of the Queen of Hearts no matter how annoying it got. Quinn could go on for hours about how she wanted something done, how things could've gone her way if Maddie hadn't bailed on her.

HJ could be found at Ursula's Fish and Chips at times, though it was never to hang out with the daughter of Ursula. HJ could hardly stand her really. Hanna didn't see the problem with her. She was a perfectly fine person on a good day. That was unless it was on a day she was fuming about Mal. Which recently seemed to be every day.

"Take your friends out of my house." Hans said. "And while you're at it take yourself out. I'll see you at midnight. Tonight. Or else."

Hans didn't finish his threat, slamming the door behind them as Hanna turned to her friends, not the least bit affected by what her father had just said. She'd learned to do that after years of taking his words to heart. His words didn't matter. He didn't matter.

His plan had been too elaborate. Of course it would crumble back down at his feet. Crashing down in flames. He was never meant to own a throne. With twelve older brothers. He was never meant to do much of anything. He wasn't worthy. He hadn't been destined for greatness. He'd been destined for failure.

"Hey Hanna." Heather said after they had walked far away enough from Hanna's home.

"Hey Heath." Hanna said. "How are you?"

"Same old." Heather said. "Listen to my dad rant for a bit then got to Ursula's and let Uma rant and then later go to Quinn's and let her rant been more. I listen to people too much."

"You're a great listener." HJ said. "It's not a bad thing."

"I guess not." Heather said. "But people like to vent all their problems to me you know? And it gets boring and tiring. What if I have something I wanted to say?"

"Do you?" Hanna asked, tilting her head to the side.

"Well not right now." Heather said. "But what if one day I did? Who the fuck would listen to me then?"

"Good question Heath." Hanna said. "I don't know the answer. You'll have to see when you do have a problem. I'm sure someone would listen to you. Pay it forward or some shit like that."

"Ah yes." Heather said. "Another failed initiative by the blasted Beast. He was a crazy man. He didn't understand that these old hags can't change. They'll forever be the way they are. It's much too late for them. But Beasty Jr. has a point. Taking us one by one. I see what he did there."

"He's never going to take us though." HJ said. "It's wishful thinking Heather."

"I know." Heather said. "He forgot all about us. It's all Mal and Maddie's faults."

"Don't become a second Uma Heather." Hanna said. "Or a second Quinn. Let them believe what they want to. We just weren't destined for that."

"But I want to be destined for greatness." Heather said. "And living here? That's a fall from grace. We are destined for greatness. That's my destiny."

"Yes Heather." Hanna said. "And we'll get there. Just you wait."