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Hans P.O.V

I walked around the small room, wondering how I would approach this. How to attack Elsa that was.

But there were a few small problems, I had nobody to tell me plans of Elsa's.

I sat down in my chair. This was going to be awhile.

I grabbed the bottle of auchol beside me, and took a long sip of the bitter liquid, until my mind clouded and I felt the sweet sensaition of numbness.

Numbness

That was what was keeping me from being the purpose of Elsa's undoing.

I crushed the bottle with my fist, and let myself combust into flames.

The flames surrounded me, filling my soul (if I had one) with heat. I lifted my head up, exposing my neck.

I focused my anger and they grew, until it turned into nightmare sand.

I coughed at the substance. How did pitch deal with this!

I stood up, desperate to find the bottle of auchol.

I peered over my sholder, where I found the sand, forming into a mirror.

I walked over, curiorsly, completely forgetting the bottle, and walking over, as if I had to, as if this was my destiny to walk over to this mirror at this very moment.

I stopped, and peered into the shiney glass that reflected one me. Then gasped.

"father?"

He snarled

And my world went black.

Claire's p.o.v

I heard the violent crash of a mirror and ran twords the sound immetiently.

I walked in to find that it was infact the bar, filled with his 'medication'.

"h-hans?" I yelped

He turned around and smirked, I noticed his change of wardrobe. Instead of his usual white suit. It was turned black, and various shades of dark grey.

My eyebrow raised.

"Claire, how lovely."

"wha- how- what are you up to?"

He lifted his hand twords me as if to silence me.

"Tell Jamie that you two need to pack up, we're leaving to kill Elsa in the morning."

"why not now" I questioned.

"because, I need to see someone first." Then he disappeared into a dark cloud of smoke. Leaving me wondering, 'what the hell was he up to.'