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"How did you find me?"

Anastasia asked her grandmother, now speaking in fluent Russian.

"I followed the Soldier. We intercepted his letter before it reached him and he practically led me to you."

Anastasia sighed. She was obviously not thrilled about all of this.

"Come home with me, Anya. We need to straighten out the matters of your survival with the world. Come back with me to Denmark."

"If the world knows I am alive we will all be in danger."

Anastasia snapped.

"No, the Soviets cannot get you outside of the Soviet Union."

Her Grandmother replied.

"This is no place for a good and loyal Russian."

Her grandmother said softly with a sweeter tone of voice as if she were trying to soothe her worrying grandchild.

"Well neither is Denmark!"

Anastasia snapped.

"Do you really want to take me away from the only place I have ever felt safe?"

Anastasia continued. Her grandmother's expression fell almost immediately.

"I will not listen to this. You will come with me to Denmark where you can be safe and I can keep an eye on you. This place this way of life is a disgrace to your family name. Your parents would say the same if they were here."

Anastasia seemed to be speechless.

"We will leave at once. Go on and gather your things, any things you might have, and we will leave."

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Anastasia bent down to pick up her father's golden signet ring.

"What did she say?"

Bruno asked as he stepped over to her. Anastasia sighed as she carefully grabbed the ring and stood back up.

"I am leaving, Bruno."

She told him somberly.

"You're what?!"

He asked, suddenly he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"My grandmother, the Dowager Empress wants me to return with her to Denmark."

"Denmark?"

"It's a small country in northern Europe. It's where the Dowager Empress has taken refuge after the fall of Russia."

Bruno sighed. There wasn't much more he nor the rest of his family could do to keep her here with them, even if it seemed like she truly didn't want to leave.

"Anastasia,"

He said, using her true name felt strange to him. He missed calling her simply 'Stasia' But now that he knew her true name, using the old one felt wrong.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner that you were una princesa?"

He asked.

"Because I am not."

She replied simply.

"The princess I was is dead, she is no more. I am a curse, Bruno, you said it yourself."

She said.

"And,"

Anastasia continued,

"I wanted to keep you and everyone here safe from my curse. The more people that know who I am the more at risk they become. The Soviets will stop at nothing to ensure that my bloodline is erased from the earth."

She explained.

"I mean you saw yourself how a soldier traced me down with only a letter."

"Ah, about that."

Bruno began nervously.

"You don't mean to tell me you wrote that letter?"

Anastasia asked, her tone becoming harsh.

"What? No! I didn't. But I know who did."

"Who?"

"My mother, Alma."

He replied.

"Ah, Suka."

Anastasia cursed under her breath. Dolores giggled.

"I don't need to understand another language to know what she just said."

She whispered to Mirabel.

"Why?"

Anastasia asked Bruno.

"Why did she do it?"

"Because she thought you were going to try to steal the miracle."

Anastasia scoffed.

"I would never-"

"I know, I know you wouldn't. But she wasn't as easily persuaded."

Bruno replied.

"Anya."

The Dowager Empress spoke up.

"We need to go."

She said and Anastasia turned back to Bruno.

"I suppose this is goodbye then."

She said.

"I guess so."

Bruno replied. There was a beat of silence that was incredibly awkward until Mirabel spoke up.

"Oh my gosh can you two please just hug already?!"

Anastasia gave a small laugh before she wrapped her arms around the man and gave him a hug, just like she had in the vision only it was not just like in the vision. This hug wasn't warm and full of happiness like the one in her vision was. This one was incredibly sad, almost bittersweet.

"Goodbye Anastasia."

"Please Do not call me that."

She said.

"Call me Stasia my name is Stasia."

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And just as quickly as she arrived, Anastasia was gone from the Encanto. Bruno walked with Dolores and Mirabel back to the casita, lost in thought about everything that had happened.

"There is just one thing that still doesn't make sense to me."

Bruno mentioned as they walked.

"Hm?"

Mirabel said as she looked up to her uncle.

"When I had my first vision about Stasia I saw her past, not her future."

He said, recalling the events clearly.

"Why? I never see anyone's past. It's always their future."

He noted.

"Well that's obvious."

Mirabel noted.

"What?"

Bruno said as he looked down at her with wide eyes.

"Actually it is."

Dolores added.

"What are you talking about?"

Bruno asked.

"You mean you don't know?"

Mirabel asked and Bruno shook his head.

"You saw her past because Stasia's past is your future."

Mirabel explained.

"What?"

Bruno asked and Mirabel sighed.

"Tío Bruno,"

Dolores spoke up.

"Anastasia is your future."

She said.

"And you are hers."