'Tis Valentine's day and my lonely self wanted to be happy... so I wrote a fanfic to an adorable couple!
Warning: may contain overly dramatic scenes that I plan to make you cry with. If you do not cry or feel a hint of sorrow for my couple you are heartless! Heartless, I say!
With this final message may the curtains be lifted! Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen or Rise of the Guardians, sadly...
"Els…a," The Queen of Arendale frowned and forced her lips to stray from a smile. "What are you doing?"
The little, snow-haired princess looked up at her mother with dirt streaking her pale cheeks and staining her white hair. "Mama," she breathed and stretched out her arms, clumps of soil in her hands. "The ground is alive,"
The Queen cringed, spying the wiggling worms and array of bugs scurrying away from her daughter. "You're soiling your dress,"
Her small face scrunched up and she looked down at the ground, "I was trying to dig a hole,"
"A hole?" Again the Queen glanced at the ground; indeed a shallow dent of brown marred the sheet of fresh snow. "Why, darling?"
"I'm going to plant a tree for the baby," Elsa grinned and pointed at the branch lying in the snow behind her.
"Oh, darling," The Queen chuckled and pulled her child from the ground, Elsa looked at her mother questioningly, "You can't plant a tree in the winter."
Two large blue eyes peered up in dejection, "Why?"
"If you plant it now the ice won't let it grow," She hoisted the two-year old on to her hip and wrapped her arm around the girl's waist. "When it's summer we'll plant a big one."
"Is ice bad?" She asked softly, lowering her chin and clenching her mother's sleeve. "Am I bad?" she extended her hands, fingers spread wide.
Shocked, the Queen shook her head, "No, of course not. You are a very good girl and I love you, no amount of ice will ever change that."
The child's lips twitched, one of her small hands reached out to catch a snowflake. "Will the baby love me?"
"Yes, I have no doubt," She kissed her child's cheek, "You are going to be a brilliant sister. Let's get inside and warm you up."
A wind chose that moment to sweep past mother and daughter, coating them in a fresh layer of glistening white flakes, the girl giggled and dusted the cool snow from her mother's hair.
"Mama, I want to stay outside,"
"No, your skin is already so cold." She poked her daughter's cheek, "And who could you possibly want to play with?"
Elsa pressed her fingers to her lips and leaned closer, "The man who brings snow said he'd make me a frosted bunny."
The Queen laughed, "Well, you two can play tomorrow." Children have such wild imaginations; she thought to herself and started to trek through the white carpet. Pain tingled up her sides and she cringed, quickening her foot step.
"Bye-bye," Elsa waved her hands at the distant white sky over her mother's shoulder.
Yes, I know maybe bordering on 'filler', but the story has to start somewhere!