Hi hi hiiiii! I was asked to repost this series of one shots. And you know? I fucking loved writing these cuz I love kids and for whatever reason kids love me too. SO, without further ado, here is the reposting of Blue Eyes.
It was seen as a miracle, to some. To others it was utter blasphemy.
The gates had been closed many years prior, and the only ones allowed in or out were the few trusted guards and particularly geriatric staff that the late King and Queen had, for whatever reason, decided could keep their jobs behind the walls. No natives nor foreigners were allowed into the castle past those that had already the approval of what had once been the most important people of the country, well, before they had passed at least. And as far as everyone else knew the princesses had yet to allow any other extra parties that same privilege allowed to so few.
So when, a few years before coronation, the next heir – following only after the soon-to-be Queen Elsa – was born quite suddenly and quite without the knowledge of the people of Arendelle, people were… undecided upon their feelings. On the one hand, a healthy young boy had been born into the royal family. Anna of Arendelle was an ecstatic mother and had proudly, happily introduced the new member of the family with Elsa by her side. People had gotten their first look at the girls since the funeral, and within a year of the loss.
It had also been the first time in eleven years the gates had been opened.
That had been two years ago. And they had yet to close the gates. Anna, so the rumor had it, had been particularly outspoken about closing the gates, denying that they should or would be closed; the few times the gate had closed (which had happened the day following the announcement of Anna's child and the few days following that), people had been shocked and pleased to see the fiery princess out and about, going around to personally introduce her child to every person she could.
That had been enough for some to decide the certainty of the adoration they held for the princess as well as her first born child. The child in question had eyes of blue, and soft curls of almost-blonde hair. If anything could compare, it would be Anna's hair, but still that wasn't even quite close to the color. It was paler than hers ever would be, but not quite reached the silvery blonde that the soon-to-be Queen sported. His eyes, too were caught somewhere between matching Anna's and matching Elsa's eyes. Everyone assumed that it ran in the family, those mesmerizing eyes, those eyes that drew you in and refused to let you go until you'd fallen absolutely in love with them. And once more, just gazing upon the smiling face of the princess as she held her truest treasure, just the sight of the sweet, sleeping bundle in her arms had been enough for many to think of the occasion as joyous, as a miracle.
Still, many called it blasphemy. And to her face. One particular man had taken a single look at the couple and had spat at them. Well, at their feet, but he'd spat at them nonetheless. Cursed the child's existence, and cursed the harlot of a princess for allowing a man underneath her skirts and between her legs. Like a common WHORE. Those that had borne witness to the act of what many would call heinous disregard for one's own health, as well as utter disrespect for one of the kindest royals in the land had been shocked when the princess had only smiled kindly at the man and bowed her head to him, conceding. She told him that he was right. She told him that she was a monster and a whore, and the child, as much as she adored it, was a bastard. She told the man that he was absolutely right to spit on her for her crimes.
And then she'd told him that the child's name was Aren. She told him that she loved him with all her heart. She told him that she was gladly a harlot, happily a whore, and that had she the option, she would not have done a single thing different even had it meant that she could have lived her life without bearing this beautiful, wonderful boy. Because he was beautiful. He was wonderful. He was everything she could have ever asked for and everything she'd always wanted but never knew she needed. He was the proof of her love. And she would never regret him. Even if he came to think of her as a monster, a harlot, as the beast that she was she would never stop treasuring him.
The man had had nothing to say in response to the conviction in the princess's eyes, so he'd closed the door. Minutes later a frantic Elsa had appeared on the scene, calling for her sister, for the child. When she'd caught sight of them relief and pure fury had warred within her, relief only just winning as she'd rushed forward to gingerly embrace her sister, only just avoiding the docile, silent babe in her sister's arms. If the people had been shocked that day to see the ever-mysterious vision of beauty that was to one day be their Queen, they had been even more so to see her sob into her sister's shoulder out of pure fear for the child, for her sister.
It had been announced then, and very publicly between sobs from the eldest royal that the gates would remain open for as long as necessary or until forever came, so long as the younger princess would not leave her, would not run and hide from her with the baby. The people who'd witnessed this, too, found their hearts melted by the display of utter love and affection held for each other between princesses, the babe. And so for every bad word that could and would be uttered about the royal trio of Arendelle, a thousand good would follow. For the people, the vast majority of them, loved the royals almost as much as the royals loved each other.
But only almost.
"What if I mess this up? What if they finally notice the similarities between Aren and I? What if they notice my frost? What if-" Arms encircled her waist, a warm body pressing into the back of her always-chilled one. A chin came to rest on her shoulder as those arms squeezed her tight, and a soft kiss was pressed against her jaw, her neck, her shoulder; the pattern of kisses repeated countless times until she'd allowed herself to relax, her breath and heart rate to calm. Her own hands came to rest over the ones on her abdomen. She squeezed them and let out a soft sigh. "Thank you."
"Of course," She could feel the smile against her skin in the next number of kisses layered over her shoulders. The chin moved from one shoulder to the next as the kisses traveled over the expanse of exposed flesh at the top of her spine. She did love when Elsa wasn't wearing those suffocating, heavy dresses. Her nightgowns were thinner, appealed more to that carnal beast inside her that craved to tongue the pale, unblemished flesh of her body. They left almost nothing to the imagination, not that she needed to imagine what was underneath the slip; she'd seen it enough times, traced the tips of her fingers over every curve of that body for endless hours. "What would you do without me?"
"Cry endlessly for days on end," Anna let out a soft sigh of a laugh, smiling wider against Elsa's shoulder. "How could I possibly explain it to Aren? 'Sorry little man, but mother's disappeared.' The two of us would never stop crying!" Elsa turned in Anna's hold, allowing her cool forehead to press against Anna's. The warmth ever present in her body was intoxicating. She smiled softly, her expression mirroring her sister's own gentle grin.
"He's just like his mom that way," she teased, leaving a peck on Elsa's pouting mouth. "Entirely too obsessed with me." In response, Elsa moved forward, capturing Anna's mouth in a fierce kiss. Anna moaned into Elsa's mouth, her fingers tangling in the soft blonde locks as she pulled Elsa impossibly closer to her. "That's what I mean," she panted as Elsa drew back and let her lips trail down the redhead's throat, biting and sucking at that one spot that made her gasp breathlessly. "Obseeeessed!" She giggled when a soft knock sounded on the door, knowing without having to guess who would be waiting for one of them to answer. Elsa's soul-suffering groan only furthered her amusement as she untangled herself from the blonde. The elder whined pitifully and followed close behind her, fingers twisting into the back of Anna's nightgown, tugging in an almost pleading manner. Please don't open the door, don't you dare.
But she did, and on the other side was the light of Anna's life; the sun that shone in the sky could not fill her with warmth like this beautiful person could. She smiled widely, and without having to say anything he opened his arms and smiled up at her. She giggled in response and swooped down, scooping him up into her arms. He giggled softly, wrapping his arms as best he could around her neck as she settled him on her hip and closed the door, stepping back into the room. She turned, with a smile, so that he could see Elsa and his eyes lit up.
"Mom!" he squealed softly, reaching out for her then and Anna laughed as she handed the small boy off to the still pouting – if less so – blonde. It only took a moment of holding her child in her arms for a smile to quirk at her lips. Anna couldn't help her own grin. Something about seeing the mother of her child holding their baby was so appealing to her.
"Can't sleep little man?" Anna cooed as she stepped closer to her two favorite people, running her fingers through the downy-soft hair topping her child's head. It was starting to get long, shaggy. Just like his mom. The older he got she would swear the lighter his hair was getting. Still not quite that pale blonde his mom wore so well, but next to the two of them her hair was particularly red looking. It wasn't even THAT red… Just a stronger reddish hue than she would have liked to admit. Aren turned those eyes on her she could never get used to, those big blues of his that stole her breath away every time she gazed into them, and shook his head.
"Too ec-.. escited!" he stumbled over the words he didn't know nearly well enough, but she smiled and giggled, stepping closer still so she was cradling his head against her chest while Elsa continued to hold him close to hers. She continued to run her fingers through his hair, knowing how it soothed him. Soon he was reaching for his mother and once more Anna opened her arms to the boy, taking him in to her warmth. If there was one thing he'd inherited from his mom, it was the perpetual chill. She theorized that the cold hardly bothered him, much like it hardly (read, never) bothered his mom, but she also knew that he adored her just as much as his mom adored her. And mostly for her heat, the two had admitted to her on separate occasions.
"Well, tomorrow is a big day, huh? Momma's gonna be named Queen and you'll get to meet everyone in the kingdom!" Anna giggled at the ecstatic look that spread over his lightly-freckled face, rubbing noses with him. He squealed with laughter and pushed at her face, fingers tipped with frost.
"Quit it, mother!" Despite his protests, he was smiling and Elsa found herself smiling as well as she watched them. Hearing her soft chuckles, he looked back to his mom, smiling wider to know that he had made her happy. She seemed constantly worried about something, and since he'd come to know of the approaching coronation he sensed that she was afraid of becoming Queen. Even now that she was smiling he could still see it in her eyes. He had taken after both of his mothers in regards to reading people expertly and being able to bring them out of any funk they might find themselves in. Highly intelligent, sweet to a fault and surprisingly well-behaved – considering that Anna was his mother – he was absolutely perfect in every way imaginable. At least in Anna and Elsa's eyes. "You'll be fine, Momma. You'll be the bestest Queen EVER!" Elsa blinked in shock, her smile dwindling for a moment before it stretched back over her features, twice as wide.
"Thank you, Aren," She leaned over to let a kiss upon his head, smiling against the soft curls.
"See, Elsa? It can't be a lie if it's from the mouth of a child, especially ours." The word brought a warmth suffusing her cheeks and that already wide smile just grew.
"How true, the words you speak. Why I question you is beyond me," Anna nodded along with the assessment, expression utterly serious. The smile tugging mercilessly at her lips belied that, however.
"Indeed, I'm inclined to agree with you. My knowledge is vast and my wisdoms endless. Isn't that right, Aren?" Aren, though not quite sure exactly what his parents were continuing on about – he was intelligent, yes, but he was just turning three and his attention span was short – seemed taken by the serious expressions on both of their faces, so he mimicked them, nodding his agreement when they both turned to him for confirmation. Still confused, he even began to laugh when his mothers burst into a bout of laughter. His moms could be SO weird like that. But he loved them anyway, dare he think it, especially because they were weird.
"We should retire to bed," Elsa spoke suddenly, a few moments after they'd calmed themselves. She'd taken to lovingly stroking Aren's hair, much the same as Anna had been doing before, and the action seemed to be lulling him to sleep. He let out a soft whimper of protest, but it was weak. For he was tired, but denied it simply so he might have a bit more time with his mothers. "After all, tomorrow is such a big day. We'll need plenty of rest to be our best!" As if on cue, both Anna and Aren's mouths cracked open in wide, tired yawns. Still in synch, they reached up – with the same hand – to rub at their eyes. Chuckling at the sight of the too-alike pair, she leaned down to kiss both their cheeks and then grabbed Anna's hand, leading her (and by default, the child in her arms) to their shared bed. She left Anna and Aren on one side, moving over to the other and pulling back the gold, blue and purple colored comforter with Anna's help on the opposite side.
Anna set Aren down on the bed and he crawled to his favorite spot in the direct center, tiredly patting the cool sheets on either side of him to signal that his mothers should settle next to him. As they climbed in and moved closer to him, he shifted up so his head was just resting on the edge of a pillow, but as the comforter was pulled up he curled into himself and his head left the pillow. Anna grinned in a way that squinted her eyes and set her cheeks to aching, knowing that by morning his head would be on her chest and Elsa's would be on her stomach, an arm slung low on her hips. They'd played out this particular scene enough times for it to become impossibly familiar to her, down to the way that both of their eyes would flutter open in the morning and that same dazed grin would split their faces as they leaned up to layer sloppy, sleepy kisses on her cheek.
Not that she'd ever complain, after all, waking up with her two favorite people in the world curled around her body had long ago become the best thing about being her. Already, as Elsa blew an icy breath across the room to extinguish the few candles that had been giving them light, she could feel Aren shifting closer, one tiny fist closing around a bit of her nightgown. She smiled into the pillow she buried her face into, smelling of Elsa, as she whispered one last I love you to the cool night air, falling asleep soon after the phrase was echoed sleepily back at her.
Anna had, over the few years she'd been a mother, gotten into the habit of waking throughout the night unless she had her child and her lover especially close to her. Because Aren was like Elsa had been as a babe – or so the rather elderly staff liked to tell her – and liked to remain quiet, instead of screaming and wailing into the night as she had been wont to do, it was almost always unnecessary for her to wake up and check on him. But she always did. To make sure that he was still sleeping, to prove to herself that it hadn't all been a dream and she really had given birth to the most beautiful thing on this earth, to just watch him sleep. One thing that she couldn't help since becoming a mother was waking with the sun, even before it had the chance to make it past the tallest mountain's peak, she was awake and checking on her two loves. This morning was no different, and with hardly any light filtering in to the room she woke and found herself in the exact predicament she'd predicted the night previously.
Smiling and trying to resist the urge to chuckle – lest the movements jar her little prince or her dearest snow queen – as she found those two pale, peacefully sleeping faces snuggled into various parts of her torso. Aren's face was, of course, buried into her chest, fingers curled around a bit of her nightgown and drool she found she could never mind staining a bit of the fabric. His bedhead had most certainly taken after hers, tufts of his hair sticking up wildly in all directions as if he'd been struck by lightning. Elsa's hair only just managed to fair better, only a few locks awkwardly jutting out of place as she nuzzled her face deeper into the softest part of Anna's belly. One arm was, of course, wrapped loosely around Anna's waist, her cool fingers pressing into Anna's side, while the other one had somehow managed to end up almost around Aren's shoulders, completing the circle of love Anna found herself the exclusive, honored guest to, almost every night of the week.
She couldn't have known how long she laid there, simply staring at her joys of life, before the sun rose enough to finally start illuminating the room. But by the time a sharp spike of light fell softly over the trio her babies started stirring. With soft yawns and lazy smiles, she was greeted in unison with a regular morning cry:
"G'mornin' mother."
"G'mornin' beautiful."
Following Elsa crawling up her body, she was next greeted with two of the sweetest, sloppiest kisses she could ever hope to be graced with for every morning of the rest of her life. Giggling softly and reaching over to ruffle and run her fingers through their hair, she was met with two soft, satisfied hums of content as Elsa managed to shuffle to the other side of Anna's body and settle down with her face buried into Anna's neck while Aren settled back in the valley between her petite breasts. Both of their arms were wrapped around her as best they could be, and she giggled, allowing them to settle down for a few more moments of uninterrupted rest… Or, until a knocking sounded out against the door. Giggling when her ears were blessed with the sounds of twin groans of disapproval, she called out a greeting to the man she knew stood behind the door.
"Good morning, Kai! I swear to you that I shall have the two of them up and ready as quickly as I can," A soft, muffled chuckle sounded out from the other side of the door, and she could easily imagine the slight dip of his head and smile curling at his lips as he answered,
"Of course, my lady." His footsteps retreated down the hall and she quirked a brow, looking down to the two royals trying to drown out the world in her body.
"Well, go on, get up you two!" Those same groans sang out, vibrating against her flesh and she laughed once more. Finally, taking absolutely no pity on the two of them, she sat up abruptly and let them fall from her body, rolling out of bed so she could rip the sheets from their bodies before either of them had the chance to curl up with each other. Whines of protest were the next things she heard, and it was music to her ears, sweeter than the birdsong outside the window. "UP AND AT 'EM!" She clapped, grinning widely. "We've got a big, big, BIG day ahead of us and it won't wait for you two lazy bums to wake up!"
"As my first act of Queen of Arendelle, I put forth that no day shall officially start until noon," Elsa yawned as she sat up in bed, stretching her arms above her head until she heard the satisfying pop. With a soft sigh of content and another tired yawn, she looked over to the young child trying to rub sleep from his big blues. With a smile, she leaned over and left a sloppy kiss – though this was less sloppy than the one they always greeted Anna with – on his cheek, causing him to let out a soft, disgusted noise as he tried to shift away. But he was too close to the far edge of the bed and ended up toppling over the side. Anna gasped and flew into a flurry of motion and emotion, quickly running to his side and checking to make sure he was well while Elsa just laughed and peeked her head over the side of the bed.
"'m fine, mother!" he complained as Anna checked him over. He stuck his tongue out at his mom when he caught sight of her amused face. She returned the sentiment. Anna growled when she caught the expression though, immediately shooting up from her sitting position and, despite her shorter stature, towered over the blonde woman smiling nervously up at her.
"Uhhh, it was an accident!" Elsa squeaked, covered her head with her hands in defense from the onslaught of pure malice about to be dropped upon her.
"MOTHER!" The louder whine brought Anna's attention back to the pouting blonde-ish boy, he rolled his eyes at his mothers antics, gesturing grandly to himself as he stated once more, with conviction, "I'm FINE." She shot one more warning glance Elsa's way before she scooped him into her arms and began to tickle his tummy.
"If you say so!" she sang over the screaming laughter issuing from his body as she danced over to the door. She whipped it open, giggling along with him as she moved down the hall to his room and stepped inside, ready to help him get dressed for this biggest of days, this most special of occasions. Elsa set about preparing for the day ahead, and immediately made her way to the bathroom for a long, hot soak. And maybe if she took long enough, Anna would deign to join her… But, before too long the hot water had leeched the chill from her skin and she found, sadly, that she was entirely too warm. With a frown and a sigh, she stepped out of the tub, walking nude back into her room and looking around. Anna was absent, and the dress that had been laid out for the princess was gone. Little sneak. Of course she'd predicated that, had the eldest royal gotten her naked and alone in the tub, she wouldn't have let her go until there was the threat they'd be late for the ceremony that would name her as the rightful, ruling Queen.
Sometimes it was unfortunate that Anna knew her so well. And sadly fortunate. With a huff of irritation, a smile the denied any true anger she might hold for her dear Anna, she set about preparing for the big day ahead.
"Mother!" Aren whined as Anna tugged him along the streets, cutting through the crowd easily. Some of them parted for her, knowing who she was due to her times she'd spent outside the castle with the boy she was doubled over for and tugging along the cobbled walkways. Others recognized her for the quality of the dress she wore. For only a noble could afford such a piece. Still others only noticed the boy she pulled along, the strange otherworldly beauty that he seemed to have inherited from the soon-to-be Queen. Once more the question ran through their minds if this was to be something that ran in the family, much like those eyes that refused to let you go. Regardless, they navigated through the crowds easily, and Anna laughed delightedly to show her son all the preparations that had been made for this day, in honor of his mom. Soon he even stopped whining about how embarrassing she was being, caught up in the colors of flowers and the ribbons strewn everywhere. Laughing along with her, he soon pulled ahead, started whining at her to hurry up.
She smiled widely at his excitement and allowed him to pull her along, gripping tightly onto his hand when she felt him starting to slip away from her. Somehow, he still managed to pull out of her grip though when two people slammed into her side, jarring her. She tripped and fell, immediately getting swarmed by the plump man that'd accidentally knocked her over, asking repeatedly for forgiveness and if she was okay. Though she accepted the hand he held out to her, helping her up, she waved off his concerns, assuring him that she was fine; she was smiling too widely, trying to not let him know how distraught she was as she frantically began to search for her son. Oh no, please no, not today, today of all days WHY-
"AAAAAAAH!" Eyes snapping wide open, she pushed past the still spluttering man, shoving anyone and everyone out of her way as she bolted straight for the source of the high-pitched scream that she knew was her baby boy.
"AREN! AREN WHERE ARE YOU SWEETY?" Abandoning all semblance of grace she hiked up her dress and ran around, screaming, until she heard him respond for her.
"MOMMY!" She cut through an alleyway, coming out by the docks were her child was… dripping wet, standing in front of a man whose back was to her. He looked absolutely terrified, and was shivering like he never did. He inherited Elsa's powers, but his temperature control wasn't quite as excellent as hers, as evidenced by the icicle beginning to form from his ear, the tips of his hair which she noticed had begun to freeze. He was absolutely frightened. Frozen with fear as the red-headed man reached forward to… to do something that he would never know. Before he could blink, and just as his mouth opened so he could let out another screech of terror, the man's hand was seized in a vice-tight grip. "M-m-m-mo-moth-…" His relief was palpable, much like her fury.
The expression that twisted her face was demonic, and the man that turned now-fearful green eyes over his shoulder would swear he felt his soul retreat from his body for a moment before her twisting the bones in his hand painfully brought him back to the world of the living. He let out a short, sharp cry of pain and tried to pull his hand away but her grip only tightened.
"What. Did you do. To my SON?!" she demanded in nothing short of a hissing, spitting growl of hatred. Aren dodged around the man, diving for his mother's legs and retreating behind her, peeking out around the skirt of her dress, watching as the man stuttered and spluttered and tried to find a reason why his mother shouldn't execute him.
"W-why I, tha-that is to say, I- err, you look r-rather young to be a mother!" the man finally managed to spit out, only to let out another low groan of pain when she ground the bones in his hand against each other.
"Regardless, I AM his mother. And he IS distressed, so why don't you leave the flattery for someone who-" She leaned closer to him, speaking in a whisper to save Aren's young ears from her next words. "Gives a flying FUCK, and tell me EXACTLY what you did to my child!?"
"M-m-my horse!" he squeaked, trembling. "He ran i-in front of my horse and I didn't see him until he was al-already falling into the fjord!" She finally let go of his hand once he finished; immediately he held it to his chest, trying to nurse the pain away, relieved that she was done. But she wasn't. Before the relief could fully settle in she grabbed his shoulder and spun him around and gripped the lapels of his creamy-white coat and, with a strength he would have thought impossible with her slight frame, lifted him from the ground.
"YOU ALMOST TRAMPLED MY SON WITH YOUR HORSE!" she screamed in his face as she shook him harshly, his head whipping back and forth, an instant headache taking hold of him. This was how he would die, he was sure of it. But then the gods smiled upon him, the boy spoke up.
"M-mother?" The shaking stopped, he got a grip on his stomach, tried to get a grasp on his thoughts. He was unceremoniously dumped on the ground as the young woman turned to face the boy that had, until that point, been cowering behind his mother while she raged.
"Yes, my sweet prince?" She pulled him to her and began to run the fingers of one hand through his drenched hair, wrapping the other arm securely around his body in an attempt to share some warmth. He sniffled against her breast, tiny hands fisting the material of her dress as he tried to nuzzle closer, absorb more warmth from her.
"I w-wanna go h-h-home," His teeth were chattering so hard it made her teeth hurt. With a soft smile, a murmured Of course, little prince, she gathered him into her arms and stood. Casting one last glare over her shoulder at the man still attempting to recover from her rage, she strode off back towards the castle, just as the bells started sounding.
"W-why… why do I feel as though I've made a grave mistake?"
The ceremony began half an hour past it's designated time. The priest had been getting antsy, a low murmur had started up among the gathered royals as they all wondered and speculated where the almost-Queen could possibly be. When she arrived, she was wearing what Anna would swear to be the most serene smile she'd ever seen. It did amaze her how quickly Elsa could adapt that queenly aura. She was utterly proud of her love for it, for being able to do this and she hoped her own wide – and not quite serene to be certain – smile said as much. She followed behind her sister, Aren's hand firmly clutched in hers. There was no chance he might pull away now; he was still afraid of what might happen if he did.
He stayed close by his mother's side, looking around interestedly at all the people he'd never seen before, all the people from across the seas. He had an almost unnatural love of water, Anna had discovered, which had probably also lead to his little dip in the fjord earlier. She'd gotten the full story from him and though she'd discovered that the man she'd initially attempted to destroy hadn't necessarily been at fault, she was still… a bit testy about the subject. She was only so lucky that Aren's powers hadn't reacted with his emotions otherwise she might have just had to kill the stranger. They'd managed so far to keep Elsa's abilities under wrap, so outing her son just seemed like an unpleasant experience for all parties involved.
Her smile and resolve to make the rest of this day better than it was already going was severely tested when she caught sight of the man. The man. The one from earlier that had, if accidentally, knocked her son into the fjord. His face fell instantly, mouth dropping open in shock while his already pale skin turned pasty white as soon as his eyes caught upon hers. Quickly, he looked between her and the Queen (almost Queen) and somehow his expression managed to become even more panicked than it already was. But some part of her was pleased with the reaction, knowing that her son would be further safe from the likes of him was a relief. The smile she gave him when at last he deemed it well and important enough to look back at her was anything but serene, and far from proud. It leaned more towards being predatory. It was a warning. He swallowed thickly and turned from her, back ramrod straight as he faced forward, hardly daring to blink or take too-deep a breath.
He was resolute in not looking her in the face, despite how hard she glared at him. And she knew she was receiving some looks herself for the way she was acting… but in all fairness, she did not give a single damn what anyone might think, this man needed to pay. Even if she wasn't about to get her hands sullied with the paying.
"Mother!" Aren whispered as loudly as he dared, trying to get his mother's attention. He'd caught on to what she was doing when he'd tried smiling up at her, feeling that pride for knowing his mom was becoming the official Queen of ALL of Arendelle and saw instead of that smile she'd been wearing before, a mean glare which he traced back to the man that had fished him out of the fjord. Even if he HADN'T been very nice about it.
"Hold on, baby. Mother's staking her claim on this land…" He tugged at her dress sharply, drawing her eyes to his. He nodded towards where his mom stood before the priest, facing the people in the room and Anna finally forced her eyes to the blonde, the devilishness slipping from the smile that curled at her lips.
"-Queen Elsa, of Arendelle!" Those assembled started clapping politely, a low murmur of a cheer rising up in the back and working its way forward. Anna, the bad influence she would admit to being at times, encouraged Aren to whoop and holler with her. He did, of course, and she matched his volume, easily going louder than his young lungs could; she was getting a sly glare from Elsa (she was embarrassed) but Anna only smiled in return and continued on, garnering the attentions of those closest to her. They chuckled to see the young princess so excited for her sister, adoring the sight of the child at her hip just as excited.
"You two are incorrigible," Elsa hissed, though she did leave a quick kiss on Anna's cheek, bending to ruffle Aren's hair as she passed. Both of them giggled and nodded excitedly, only Anna sending a wink her way.
"Of course, sister dear," she purred, smirking. Elsa ignored the way Anna was acting – and in PUBLIC – and rolled her eyes, huffing shortly and waving the shorter girl off as she walked away and Aren pulled away to run after her, taking her hand now. She smiled down at him, missing the way Anna pouted after them. "Well YOU'RE no fun!" she called, loudly, after the two. A laugh was her only response. Before she could start after the two, smiling to herself, someone stepped in front of her, drawing her up short. It was… him. She let out a low, displeased hiss and allowed a glare to overtake her facial features. "What do you want?"
"I-I just wanted the chance to apologize once more to you, your majest-"
"Okay, stop," Anna held up a hand, shoving it in his face and causing him to stumble back. "First off, how dare you try to offer apologies to ME when it was my CHILD that you pushed into the fjord!"
"I-I didn't mean anything by-"
"Secondly, the fact that I am royalty should in no way effect how SORRY you are, and the fact that it took you seeing me with the Queen to ACTUALLY, genuinely care? I should banish you from this realm for such a slight," Some part of her – and by some, she meant most – really enjoyed watching his skin change shades like that. Red, purple, white, green. It was like a rainbow, watching the emotions play over his face. She smirked when he dropped to the floor, head pressed against the plush rug decorating it. He ignored the other royals slowly filing out, watching on with raised brows and curious expressions. She waved them off before they could question the scene, and though many hesitated, the whole of them seemed content to shrug and move on. "THIRDLY, if you don't want an all-out war with your country, err…"
"Prince Hans, of the Southern Isles!"
"Yeah, whatever; IF YOU DON'T WANT AN ALL-OUT WAR, you will… kiss my shoe-NO WAIT," She drew back as his hands reached for the hem of her long skirt to lift it enough to get at her shoe. He was seriously willing to do this? What kind of princes did the Southern Isles make? This was absolutely pathetic! "I wouldn't want your saliva to sully my fine footwear." She lifted her leg enough to allow the skirt to slide back past her ankle, smiling to herself as she admired the heels. They were rather nice, she knew just how Elsa's mouth would water when she strutted around in just the heels as well, which easily made them her favorite. When she found her eyes drawn back to the red-haired man – Hans, was it? – she found that his face had taken on a rather unattractive shade of puce, and he was staring… up… her… "YOU PERVERT!"
Hans quickly became acquainted with how sharp the ends of the shoes were, and also how unforgiving the pews could be when the back of one's head was driven into them with enough force to stun an elephant. Stomping off, fuming and cursing under her breath, Anna only just managed to not spit upon the hopefully dead man. She hoped to NEVER see his face again, or so help her…