Unforgivable (Helsa)

Chapter Eighteen

"W-what the hell are you talking about?", John asked Hans. "What do you mean Ivar is my father? What do you mean I'm the son of some prince? As far as I'm concerned, my father was some Maldonian native who left me when I was very young."

"No, John. Listen to me", Hans says. "Don't you see the resemblance between you two? Or even me? There's no denying John! You are his son. You have the Westergard blood running in your veins."

"B-but how? How are you sure? Any woman can be named Juliana Andersen Westergard!", John reasons with Hans.

Hans shakes his head. "Westergard is the last name of the Southern Isle royals. I know it's hard to believe...but Ivar is your father. It explains...a lot why you and I feel a blood connection. It's not because we're both from the Southern Isles it's because you're my nephew. It's all making sense now!"

Hans paused for a moment in complete and utter shock. John too was at a loss for words. Now everything was clear, why he felt a connection with Hans, why he and Prince Ivar also looked similar and why Prince Ivar had thought Hans was his father.

He couldn't believe everything. It was all too much for him. He even fought his own father! How can that be? How can Ivar be his father? That would mean he and his mother had a relationship. Hell, there must be a big explanation for this because his mother bears the Westergard name and so does he. "Hans...tell me, what do you know about my mother and her relationship to Ivar? How is he my father?"

"John...", Hans sighs before leading Ivar to some chairs. "Juliana, your mother was once a servant in the Southern Isle castle. She was always very nice, very bubbly, and she was like an older sister to me....when she and your father had a relationship, I wholeheartedly approved of it. Ivar and I were once very close...the only one I trusted among my brothers.

However, our brother, Igor had found out about the relationship and threatened to exile him and your mother..they were already married and she was expecting you at the time. Ivar was torn. He wanted to remain as a prince but he wanted to be with you and your mother as well. However, your mother didn't want to cause any further trouble and left...ever since she left, they wrote back and forth until one day, they got annulled.

But I don't know much after that ever since he and I had a falling out because of...some things."

John was silent, absorbing all the information that he had just heard. His palms were sweaty and his heart was beating fast. Everything was just so much for him to handle. Realizing that his father this whole time was not ordinary Maldonian man who left him and his mother at a young age but rather a Southern Isle Prince! And the person whom he had considered his father for the past few years turned out to be his uncle!

He took a deep breath and looked to Hans. His eyes were wary, searching for some kind of answer to this whole situation. "What do I do now?", he asks him.

"Tell Ivar", he says. "I'm sure...he'd be thrilled to hear about you."

"But how? How the hell do I just show up at his door and say 'hey I'm your missing son!' It doesn't make any sense and I have little proof!", John tells Hans and Hans sighs placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Just try...besides, it doesn't take a genius to put two and two together. You have the Westergard look and blood running through your veins...", Hans says and John nods looking down at his feet.

Everything was slowly making sense now...that John was no ordinary man. He was a prince.

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Kristoff wandered through the halls searching around 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? I knew this would happen, you would fall in love with Elsa."

Kristoff heard Frederic scoff back at her. "I am not and it 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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