Last chapter! I really enjoy writing this one, I'm really digging evil!Hans as it's a change from the AU Hans that I often write, and I'm really interested in using the similar plot as this one to be a full-length story, but we have to keep that aside for now because I could never finish more than one story at the time. Anyway, enjoy this last one!

Perhaps people feared the number thirteen not for it's unluckiness, but for how lucky it could possibly be.

Because there she was, standing in the middle of their bedchamber, seemingly so excited that she had her bottom lip between the rows of her pearly white teeth, awaiting for him as she had requested for his presence after a council meeting that he had to attend in her place due to her illness for the past week.

And those three precious words came out through her dark pink lips.

He had come to her then, after he had confirmed that what he heard was not wrong and had received a nod of confirmation from her, placing his hands on either side of her waist and lifted her up into the air as his way to express his happiness.

Because she was pregnant, there was a child in her belly, his child.

The illness was not an illness after all, she had found out after she had the royal physician coming to check on her condition and delivered the news that she was carrying a child.

Elsa had laughed as she wrapped both arms around his neck after her feet had touched the ground while his hands remained on her waist, so vibrant and full of colors that for a glimpse of moment he had seen Anna in her. He let his own smile to grow, one so sincere instead of the ones he had masterfully able to make should he needed it no matter the situation was, because a child was the last piece of puzzle in his succession to the throne, this child would secure his position permanently.

Truthfully enough, he had done nothing but bring prosperity with his plan.

Arendelle was saved, as Elsa had managed to undo everything just a month before, he had what he always desired, the Queen was able to take control of her powers that has frightened her for so many years, everyone was happy. Perhaps maybe not Anna, the poor Princess was the only one who could not enjoy what has bloomed from his plan, yet he was sure she would understand the sacrifice that she had made. She should be quite thankful, as she was no longer the spare, the useless piece of the game.

He enjoyed showing her off during balls, to show their relationship in public, to show that she was his.

The child has not grown too much; she was still able to dress herself in beautiful dresses that was not in any way unfashionable, though she was required to lose her corset as a noticeable bump has grown over her belly.

She still wore gloves in public, she found comfort in wearing them and he could not really blame her, as he was too found wearing his as a completion to his look. "Look how the Duke of Weselton has been quiet," he whispered into her ear as he held her, back against his chest as one of his hands held hers. "He was the most doubtful of all, now you've silenced him."

There was a quiet chuckle coming from her as she placed her free hand over his on her belly. "Oh do let go, my dear," her scolding was so gentle that he had considered it as a mere formality. "And let us enjoy the ball meant for our unborn child, yes?"

"Of course, my Queen," a satisfied hum came from her as he pressed his lips over her exposed shoulder, his fingers lightly drumming against her bump as he kept the gentle sway they both had involved themselves in. "Anything for you."

For as long as she was happy, then nothing would overthrow him from anywhere.

A happy ever after for our villain AND Helsa, ain't that something, right?