A/N: If you clicked this thank you for giving me a chance and I hope you enjoy part 1 of this little one shot thing I'm doing.
Birthday Part 1
In the depths of the mountains and backed by the large sea was a small kingdom by the name of Arendelle. Despite being a tropical place it was a pitiful country, overlooked by most neighboring countries on account of it being so small and the fact that Arendelle was no more dangerous than a fly. The people of the kingdom saw this as a blessing, happy to stay in peaceful negotiations like they had been doing for hundreds of years.
Though unimportant to most, Arendelle's location was perfect for mining the mountains and taking the riches. The countries that did find them to be important happily traded useful items for the gold and oil harvested there, so on Christmas Eve one year the King of Arendelle invited royal dignitaries from those countries to visit and they were currently packed tight in the ballroom with drinks and festive music. Round bellied men laughed in groups, bellowing their enjoyment and forgetting all their worries for the holidays. The women were equally as occupied, dancing with the young men of the courts; flirting and twirling with wild abandon. A warm breeze blew through the open windows high in the concrete walls.
The King and Queen of Arendelle sat on their thrones surveying the party with warmth. Queen Alice had one hand gripping her arm rest and the other draped lightly over her growing stomach. She practically glowed in her pregnancy earning many looks from the guests. King Edward sat beside her, straight-backed, nodding at the people who came to pay their respects and glancing at his wife anxiously every couple of seconds. She was due any day now.
The topic of the Queen's unborn child was hot on the guest's lips. "She looks ready to pop!" the young Duke of Weseltown exclaimed to an audience. "Finally an heir is to be had. Hopefully a healthy prince!" the listeners raised their goblets,
"To the Prince of Arendelle!" their toast echoed in the stone hall and was repeated in fervor throughout. Queen Alice smiled at her baby bump.
"Do you hear that my son?" she cooed quietly, rubbing her stomach, "They can't wait for you to arrive." The baby had been kicking to the music all night and she liked to think he could hear her talking to him. She felt a sudden ferocious kick and a sharp pain in her back. Alice grimaced and her grip on the chair tightened. The pain lasted longer than the last one she'd had. Edward leaned over and put a hand on hers in concern.
"Are you alright, love?" he whispered. She did her best to smile at him, but another bout of pain wracked through her middle and Alice doubled over in her seat. Edward jumped from his throne and a couple of guards rushed over from their posts, but Alice waved them off.
"I'm fine darling. I just think our Prince is a little anxious to join us." She straightened before anyone noticed. She was a lady of exceptional grace and she wouldn't let a little pain disrupt their Christmas party.
Before Edward could answer her another guest approached the thrones. An old man with barely any hair atop his head and a cane firmly planted under his arm. He looked like he'd just arrived, still wearing a coat that was somehow covered in white fluffy flakes the Queen recognized as snow. Growing up in a place like Arendelle the cold was a foreign thing to the King and he didn't see the snow right away. But his eyebrows did pull together in confusion. The man bowed.
"Greetings, King Edward. I have sailed a long distance to Arendelle, though I must say I didn't expect a blizzard when I arrived. Thankfully I pack for all occasions." The man chuckled good naturedly, brushing snow from his shoulders.
"That's peculiar," Edward said standing to shake the newcomer's hand, "There hasn't been any sign of snow in Arendelle for years. It was nice of you to come anyways King Harold. I hope you enjoy the party and your stay."
King Harold turned his squinty blue eyes on Alice whose attention was held by the sweets tray passing through a crowd of people. "And congratulations to you, Queen Alice," he said, eyes twinkling mischievously. He bent to kiss her hand and when he looked at her again she had the strangest feeling King Harold knew something she didn't. "A strange storm indeed," was all he said before standing and making his way into the throng of people, disappearing from Alice's sight.
At first she didn't feel the warm liquid run down her leg. Not until a servant girl nearly slipped on the fluid, dropping the tray of finger foods at the Queen's feet. "My apologies, Majesty," she said quickly dropping to her knees to clean up the mess.
"No trouble dear, Alice said kindly, shifting in her seat. The girl popped up abruptly, eyes wide and mouth slightly open.
"M'lady…" she gasped, "You-you're…" Alice glanced down and saw the light of a nearby fire glint off the water on the floor. Pain pierced her stomach and she nearly howled with the suddenness of it, but she kept her composure.
"Edward," she whispered, face as white as paper, "Edward!" she hissed again. He finally turned a question on his lips. Alice didn't give him a chance. She grabbed his arm tightly. "The baby."
It was all she had to say. The servant girl was sent to fetch the doctor who was down in the village and Edward gently helped Alice up from her chair. He motioned for the guards and almost a dozen of them surrounded the King and Queen to escort them from the ballroom. The band was instructed to keep playing and Edward told the entertainers to start the Christmas play. However, the guests were not to be distracted. They all stopped dancing to watch their hosts exit hastily down a side corridor.
The walk to a proper room was a long one. They passed empty room after empty room and all the while Alice held Edward's hand in a death grip, his knuckles turning white. "Just think Alice," he said joyfully, "Our son could be born on Christmas morning!"
"He already has your skill at making a scene." She wheezed. Edward chuckled and swiftly bent to pick her up and carry her the rest of the way to the room.
The bed was made and a fireplace was already roaring when they entered. The castle staff had been preparing for this occasion for months. Alice was laid gently on the pillows where she whimpered in pain.
"Is there anything I could do?" Edward asked desperately, taking a knee by his wife's side.
"Get away from me," she growled, but she kept a firm hand on his wrist. Edward smiled.
"Where's the doctor?" he called to a guard standing outside. Before he could answer the servant girl ran past him, screeching to a halt by the door, wild eyed and breathing hard.
"M'lord," she huffed, "No one can see… to get down to the village… there's a real blizzard out there!" The King glanced out the window to see a sight he thought he's never live to see. All of Arendelle was covered in thick, white snow and the flakes just kept coming down in a whirlwind of wintery passion. Not even an hour before the Kingdom had been its usual hot, summer temperature.
"Don't just stand there like idiots," the Queen yelled, "Someone fetch a different doctor! There are 150 people in this palace, someone must be able to deliver a baby." Her head flopped back and she howled for emphasis. The guards scrambled into action and the girl bowed before filing out with them until it was only Alice and Edward.
"Just think of the extra presents he'll receive," Edward said, trying to distract her from the pain, "He'll be the most spoiled Prince all around."
Alice smiled weakly, thankful for what he was trying to do. "What, like you were?" she teased lightly.
"He'll be brave and strong," he kept going, the fire reflecting in his brown eyes, "Loyal, kind, handsome, everything a King should be."
Alice had turned her head towards the window to watch the storm outside. It reminded her of her own home country which she had left many years ago to join Edward in Arendelle. The pain had not let up like it usually did. "She," Alice said quietly. She turned back to face Edward who had a cute look of confusion she adored. "I didn't want to say anything, but I think she is a Princess." Edward shook his head.
"But you have all brothers and I have 3 younger ones. The possibility of our baby being a girl is-"
"Stranger things have happened," she insisted waving at the abnormal storm. Alice cried out as the pain reached a peak and became unbearable, splitting her stomach open with the force of it.
Ending Note: Her stomach didn't really split open. Just a figure of speech. Part 2 will be up as soon as I get it typed out.