Hi, beautiful people! It's me! I'm still alive and kicking!
And I have a new obsession..lolz, surprise surprise, am I right? I mean, how can you NOT be obsessed with this movie?! It's so freaking adorable and heartbreaking and it gives me so many FEELS. So, here you go! The product of all my feels!
I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think below! I love critcisim, especially constructive!
XOXO,
OceansAria :)
PS: the link to my drawing that inspired this little drabble is here: #/art/Well-Deserved-418608644?_sid=43430513
The gorgeous mid-summer day scorched on without her as she lay imprisoned to her bed. For over a month now, this was all the princess of Arendelle had done. Read, sleep, eat. Sleep, eat, read. Eat, read, sleep-in all of those different orders. Just to change it up a bit so she wouldn't absolutely lose her mind.
Anna had gone through at least thirty novels at this point—and she usually wasn't such an avid reader. Sure, she loved a good mystery novel to be absorbed in, but after four solid weeks of nothing but book after book, she swore she would vomit if she had to skim through another.
Being locked inside the castle was literally killing her. Her skin had grown pale from lack of sun and she was constantly aching. She craved to be running around the town square or trekking up the mountainside with her special someone, hand in hand. Sometimes Elsa would come visit her when she had a moment away from all of her "queenly" duties. Olaf dropped in often with tales of the outside world. He would shower Anna in flowers and chocolates and little knick knacks from the local shops. And though Anna appreciated all these things, she envied them all for being able to move about as freely as they liked.
She voiced her jealousy quite frequently, and soon, Olaf's visits got further and further apart because he hated making Anna jealous.
As she lay there, propped up on a couple of goose-down pillows, she sighed. It was about four in the afternoon. She knew that he would be home soon, and something inside of her warmed just at the thought of him. Her room was unbearably cool to her skin without him there to keep her toasty. But it was mainly due to her condition that she felt that way. She rung the tiny golden bell for the maid, who happily acquiesced to her request to open her balcony doors and let in the lofty summer breeze.
"Anything else you need, Your Highness?" the maid asked as she fluffed Anna's pillows to make her more comfortable. "Are you in pain? Should I call the doctor?"
Anna smiled gratefully and sunk back into the pillows once the maid was done. "No, Mary. I'm fine. Just bored to tears, is all. But thank you."
"Would you like another book—"
Anna cut her off curtly. "No." The maid's eyes widened. Anna softened. "Sorry. No, I wouldn't. I'm sick of books."
"How about I ask the Queen to come talk to you?"
The princess frowned and turned her face to glance at the balcony, longing for the summer sun to beat down on her shoulders and her hair and turn her cheeks rosy. "No. I don't want to cast my gloom and doom on Elsa, too."
Mary smiled sympathetically. "Yes, milady." She began to back out of the door slowly. "Just ring if you need anything—a blanket, a drink, or someone to talk to."
"Thanks, Mary." Anna said without emotion, though she was thankful at heart.
The princess dozed for another hour or so before she woke with a start when the door creaked open. Immediately, she grabbed a nearby candlestick without thinking and raised it above her head. Her heart was pounding like a horse's hooves in her chest. "Who's there?" she shouted.
Kristoff peeked around the edge of the door with an apologetic smirk. "Hold it there, feistypants. I didn't mean to wake you."
Anna dropped the candlestick and grinned at him, wishing she could jump out of the bed and into his arms. "I missed you so much today!" she cried as he came closer, sitting down on the best next to her with an equally huge grin on his face. She grabbed him and kissed him hard on the lips as soon as he was in range.
He made a noise of surprise against her mouth, but returned the favor—wrapping his muscular arms around her waist the best he could. "I missed you, too," he chuckled when she'd let go of his collar. Kristoff stroked the bangs out of her big blue eyes and kissed the tip of her nose. "How are you feeling?"
Anna shrugged. "Same. Tired, bored, losing my mind."
Her husband grimaced understandingly. "I know. I'm sorry. Being on bedrest must really suck."
"You should be," Anna growled playfully. "You're the one that did this to me." She gestured to her stomach dramatically.
Kristoff joined in on the joke. He raised an eyebrow. "You know, I kinda thought it was a consensual thing . . ." He placed a large, callused hand on her swollen abdomen and couldn't help but give a giddy half-smile. And Darn, he was just so irresistable when he did that! Anna thought, her gusto fading.
The princess jutted out her chin, looking for a retort, but then she couldn't help but giggle. His big brown eyes were just making her melt like a block of ice in the sun. Speaking of ice—
"So how was work today?" Anna asked. She patted the place next to her on the bed and Kristoff climbed up, snaking an arm around her shoulders just the way he knew she loved. She cuddled up against his broad chest, soaking up his warmth like a sponge through his thin shirt.
"Work was great. We sold out pretty early today."
"Then what took you so long to get back home?" Anna pouted.
"I was getting these," he replied, pulling a pair of baby booties and a precious little white nightgown with lace crochet out of the coin bag tied at his waist. Anna gasped and giggled in delight. Kristoff continued, "Hulda made them for the baby. She said that the lace took her the longest, because she wanted it to be perfect."
Anna leaned up and planted another kiss on his lips. "Well, tell her they are! I love them!" She draped the nightgown across her belly and set the booties there too. "How does it look?" she asked, giving her husband a supposedly seductive look, jutting out her hip and posing against the pillows.
"I don't think it fits quite right just yet," he laughed.
As the two continued to talk, Anna began to feel small little thump-thumps in her lower stomach. She cut off her husband mid-sentence by grabbing his hand and slapping it against her stomach.
He began to panic. "Anna, what—"
"The baby's kicking again!"
Kristoff's eyes widened happily. Whenever the baby kicked, he wasn't there to feel it. And when he was there, the baby refused to do it. He scooted down and placed his ear against his wife's huge stomach (she was almost eight months along now, and had been right at seven when the doctor put her on bed rest due to the possibility of the baby coming too early). Anna watched him happily as he wrapped his arms around her midsection and closed his eyes, listening for the tiny baby's feet.
She knew the baby had complied when a huge grin split his face.
"I still don't believe it," he breathed. The princess didn't even have to ask. It was even hard for her, the huge pregnant girl carrying the child, to believe at times. That, in no less than a month, she would be a mother. And that Kristoff—her goofy, adorable, mountain man Kristoff—would be a father. That they would be a complete family: Anna, Kristoff, the baby, and Elsa.
Anna gently ran her fingers through her husband's hair as the sun began to set outside her balcony window. The scarlets and burning oranges danced across his closed eyelids and his blond hair, bouncing off the room around them and turning his white linen shirt a multitude of sunsets. She could still feel the baby moving about as she began to doze off. Somewhere in between reality and sleep, she heard Kristoff begin to snore. And with that, she was out like a light.
About an hour down the road, the maid named Mary snuck in to check on the princess and prince consort, only to find the couple in the same position, passed out on the bed. She giggled at how Kristoff's long legs hung off the side of the mattress. Hoping not to disturb them, she closed the door with a smile and decided to come back later when they awoke from their well-deserved nap.