Unforgivable (Helsa)

Chapter Seventeen

Kristoff searched frantically through the halls for his wife. "Anna!", he called out to her. "Anna? Ugh, where is she?!"

The ball had just ended and right after Anna awkwardly dismissed the guests, she disappeared suddenly. Kristoff had been searching for her for about thirty minutes now yet he still could not find her.

But just as he was about to open the door to the library, he heard a familiar voice and paused right on his tracks.

"Frederic! I am not leaving without my child! I am the mother. I have the right to be with her", Princess Annette yells at her cousin. Kristoff stood frozen, hiding behind the door and began to listen to their conversation.

"Annette, for Christ's sake, you left the child! You left the child to marry that lunatic King. I know you want your child and I'll try to help you but did you really have to make a scene?!", Frederic yells at her. "Elsa and I already have enough on our plate. You don't need to add to it for fuck's sake!"

"Why?", Annette scoffs. "Why do you care so much about me making a scene? What are you starting to care about Elsa?"

Kristoff heard Frederic scoff back at her. "She's my wife and whatever happens in Arendelle reflects not just on her but on me too."

"Yeah right, Frederic", Annette scoffs once again, in disbelief. "Give me my child unless you want Elsa to know your secret."

Secret? What secret? Kristoff wondered to himself. What the hell is Frederic hiding from Elsa. He leaned forward to hear the rest of it but all of a sudden, he heard Anna yelling his name from down the hall.

"Kristoff!", she yelled running down the hall before accidentally tripping in the middle.

Kristoff shook his head before rushing to help his wife. "Are you okay?", he asks her.

"Yea, I'm fine", she smiles before Kristoff helped her up. "Where were you? I've been looking for you."

"I was doing the same thing", Kristoff said furrowing his brows before chuckling at his wife who gave him a confused look.

"What? Oh whatever, anyways, quite the day huh?", she says and Kristoff nods in agreement letting out a tired sigh.

"I hope Elsa's doing alright", Kristoff says placing an arm around his wife as they walked down the hall.

"I hope so too", she sighs taking her husbands hand into hers. They smiled at each other before heading back to their room. The thought of Frederic's secret never leaving Kristoff's mind. First thing tomorrow, he'll try to catch Elsa alone and tell him what he had just heard.

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Hans let out a sigh as him and John wandered through the night market. "Are you sure you're fine?", John asked him.

"I am...", Hans assured him. "I mean well, obviously not too fine. The lunatic mother of my child had just showed up."

"Right...Annette. I remember her", John sighs sadly. "She didn't want Helena...."

"Why does she suddenly care now? The woman got what she wanted, she became a queen by murdering her sister-in-law and brother-in-law, why now? Why now suddenly have a change in mind?", Hans ranted to John. "Hell, she wanted nothing to do with Helena. She left her without word...I had to hear it from stupid Frederic that she married that King.."

John remained silent, listening to his friend as they wandered through the market place to help Hans clear his mind. As they approached a jewelry stand, John froze in place when he noticed a familiar looking pendant on display. It was a silver flower necklace, just like the one his mother used to wear all the time...and when she died, John kept it with him until one day, he lost it after an unexpected raid.

"John?", Hans called him when he suddenly noticed his change in mood. "Hey, John?"

"I....I...", John stammered nervously before pointing at the flower necklace. "My mother used to have something like that."

"The necklace?", he asked and John nodded. Hans sighed sadly before placing a hand on John's shoulder. "Hey...are you alright?"

"I-I'm fine...it's just, I really miss her", John says honestly to Hans who nodded his head understanding John's situation.

"I'm sure she'd be proud of you", Hans assures him with a smile. "Tell me about her. I want to distract myself for a moment from all these thoughts in my head."

"Alright", John smiles at him before they sat down by a few cargo boxes near the pier. "Well, she's funny, smart, very witty, and always chased me around the house with a broom. She was alone in raising me, no family, no father, just herself since since all her family was in the Southern Isles."

"Hold up, so you are half Southern Isle?", Hans asks John and he nods in response before earning a playful smack from Hans.

"Ouch!", John yells glaring at Hans. "The hell?"

"Hey you didn't tell me you were half southern isle! No wonder we get along. We share the same blood", Hans chuckles at him and John rolls his eyes.

"Obviously not the same blood, Hans. Just the same country and heritage", John scoffs at his Hans who just shrugged in response. "Anyways, so my mother was always selfless and put me first instead of herself. And I took advantage of that...but she didn't know the consequences of her actions when she fell sick and passed away when I was twelve...and that's when you took me in..."

"Sorry hear that John...", Hans says once John finishes his story. He places a comforting arm around John. "You know, she sounds familiar, like a person I know..."

"Who? Queen Elsa?", John teases and Hans chuckles lightly at him.

"Not her actually, but a friend of mins", Hans says looking out into the distance, as if reminiscing her. "She sounds just like your mother."

"Really? Like how", John asks, tilting his head at Hans.

"She was also smart, witty, and kind of a jerk but extremely selfless", Hans replies with a goofy smile. "She was like an older sister to me...and I'd really like to see her again."

"Well, what happened to her?", John asks.

"Not sure...one day, she disappeared, never came back", Hans sighs sadly. You could see the pain and heartache in his eyes as he talked about his old friend.

"Sorry to hear that, Hans...", John sighs. "I guess we both lost someone huh?"

"Yea...", Hans sighs once again but quickly perks up a smile. "Well, anyways, what was the name of your mother? She seemed like a lovely person."

"Juliana", John replies and suddenly Hans's smile faltered and his entire facade changed. John furrowed his brows in confusion wondering if he had said anything wrong.

"J-Juliana?", Hans repeated. His eyes were wide with that it alarmed John.

"Y-yes", John replies nervously, worried if something wrong. "Juliana, Juliana Andersen Westergard."

And at that moment, Hans's entire expression morphed into complete shock. A gasp escaped his lips as he grabbed John's shoulders and took a good look at him. John was confused, weirded out by the sudden change in Hans but in just moments, John's entire world was changed in the blink of an eye.

"John...this may come as a shock but you, you are the long lost son of Prince Ivar."