Running down the halls, anxious and fearful, the Norwegian Queen of Arendelle was slowly deteriorating. Heavily pregnant and crowning, she frantically screamed for her husband. "Queen Elsa. King Brede died three weeks ago. Do you not remember?" The midwife said, terror and frostbite plastered on her fat face. The castle was positively frozen. "HE CAN'T BE" she screamed into the poor women's face, spit forming at her lips. But indeed he was gone. Forever.
Staring into her new child's face was surreal. All she could see was Brede. She could see his eyes, his nose and his lips. Him. His calm, quiet nature helped her. In more ways then she even knew. He learnt about her powers and helped her control them. He helped, as she likes to say, by loving her.
"Are you not scared?" she began.
"No, how could I be? I love you and nothing will change that." he replied, with deep love and passion set in his eyes.
Elsa knew many things. One of these things was Brede never lied. Right?
" Well. Many are. I thought..." He cut her off with a kiss.
"Enough. I love you. In fact, Elsa, Queen of Arendelle, will you become the queen of my heart?"
"I...I...Yes-s, Brede, I will." She was stunned. But, happy.
"Elsa, I will be here for forever. Did you know Brede means "glacier"?"
A wide, elegant smile plastered on her face, as they began talking about their bright future together.
She snapped back to the present. To her reality. She gazed at her little baby. This was the real first look she gave her. She noticed her uncharacteristically dark her hair was. In fact, it was raven black. "Strange..." Elsa thought. "Her platinum blonde hair and Brede's natural ash color should have resulted in a light color..." Also, she noticed, the room was warm. "But I'm still in pain and scared and sad..." It surely couldn't be the fire. It was five feet away from her royal bed. And everyone seemed to have felt this weird warmth around them. The only logical explanation was the fire was stronger then she had realized.
The midwife slowly made her way to the new baby and mother, gently taking the baby out of Elsa arms. " Your Majesty, you're baby is burning up." Elsa's head snapped towards to her, panicked. "What do you mean?" Elsa inquired. She knew. Her baby was like her. With powers.