AN: The character belong to Uncle Rick. Frazel is fabulous. This is a simple One Shot- hopefully it's cute enough.

Hazel Zhang walked alone, jacket drawn tight around her, hood up and drawn tight. Her curly cinnamon locks were hidden under the hood and a beanie. Snow fell and the air had a frosty bite. Her husband, Frank, was off at war- as if she needed him to be. But he had a mortal job he needed to do, and that was a part of it.

A single tear rolled down her face. She shook her head. He would come back- He swore on the Styx. He's the son of Mars, She consolled herself. War is second nature for him. She continued walking. She was bound towards the now frozen-over lake and picnic area where he had proposed to draw.

She seated herself at a bench under a willow tree, still thinking soothing thoughts, and pulled out her sketchpad. She was so scared. So, so scared. Her would-be mother-in-law, Emily, had died in a war. That's what she yelled at Frank when he told her. She felt so bad. What if that was his last memory? His normally loving, peaceful wife exploding in anger and fear?

She forgot about her drawing, drew her knees to her chest, buried her head in her hands and sobbed. It felt so good to cry. But if the legion saw her now... she shuddered to think about it. Lupa would be disgraced and disgusted her former trainee was showing weakness. But... she was only one demigod, still young. She was afraid, and angry, and alone. Nico was gods know where, Percy and Annabeth were on their honeymoon, Jason and Piper lived far away, Leo and Calypso where far too busy with their shop- and she felt awkward around Leo anyways.

She felt a hand on her shoulder. She didn't look. If it were a murderer, let it be. If it where a soldier, here to inform her of Frank's death, she would die anyway.

There came an awkward voice.

"Uh... Um... Why are you crying?"

It was decidedly male.

"My husband went to... w-war... and h-his mother d-died in w-war, and I-I'm scared..." She sobbed, her voice muffled. Why she trusted the random guy with this, she didn't know. But his voice sounded somewhat familiar.

"Oh.. I just got back from a war... would you tell me your husbands name? I might know him."

Hazel felt a light of hope. It was small, and feeble, but it was there. She spoke more steadily, but didn't raise her head.

"F-Frank Z-Zhang..."

"Hazel?"

She looked up. Looking down at her was Frank.

"FRANK ZHANG! HOW DARE YOU DO THAT?! I WAS A WRECK! UGH!" She screamed,standing up in a flash, jewels popping out of the ground. Frank stepped back a little, holding his hands out in front of him.

Hazel then smiled, and flying tackle-hugged him. She kissed him and hugged him, and refused to let him go. He laughed.

"Hey, Hazel, Let's head home! I can't wait to see it again! Sorry I didn't write, but the war got pretty hectic," He laughed. She realized why she couldn't recognize his voice- it was deeper, harder, the voice of a warrior. He had obviously seen many deaths.

But that didn't matter to her.

However, there was one piece of information she was afraid to tell him.

"Uh, Frank... I need to tell you something..." Hazel said nervously.

Frank raised an eyebrow.

"Uh... I'm pregnant..." Hazel murmered.

Frank grinned, picked her up and spun her around.

"Did you think I'd leave you? No! That's great!" He grinned, and kissed her.

Nine months later, Hazel gave birth to a daughter, who inherited Franks' gift- shape-shifting.

Eventually, Hazel and Frank died, together, with smiles on their faces and holding each others old, withered hands as their daughter and son smiled, knowing they where going straight to Elysium.