Birth of a Winter child

Rewritting to make things much longer and more detailed. Great is it not? Well I hope you appreciate and enjoy!

Queen Mariah: Blue eyes, long white hair, blue enchanted dress, and is very strict with her husband.

AGE- 720

King Jasper: ocean blue eyes, hair shot forward in jags (Color: silver), very young probably 23 in mortal wise. Always active and despite his age, he is all young.

AGE: 823

Little Prince of winter,

Little Prince of snow,

a miracle brought to the Kingdome of ice,

nothing could ever seem so nice.

BY: Me

It was a big day for the Winter Kingdom and everyone was rejoicing. All the winter spirits stood outside the castel of crystal ice, gazing up at the balcony with hope shined eyes. A line of men in armor and ice spears stood guarding the front doors.

Not one soul should enter the castel until given consent. A serious job they were willing to take as they stood tall and mighty with straight faces.

But not even they could keep the excitement from sparkling in their sapphire color eyes.

Women stood a distance, holding gifts in baskets while the men held robes and small treats. Each one never took their gazing eyes of awe from the balcony of King Jasper and King Mariah.

Wonder why?

Because Queen Mariah was giving birth, and the arrival of the new royal member would come within a matter of seconds. This will be the first time that an immortal, seasonal immortal to top off, would not only carry an offspring, but to go into labor. It all seemed so unreal...

So impossible. But when Mariah, in all her glorious winter beauty, revealed the glowing swell of her stomach, it made everyone- and everyone, from Winter spirits, to Spring Spirits, to Fall and Summer Spirits, swarming in both confusion and shock, all for the same reasons.

How could this be?

How could an immortal conceive a child? An immortal...

So, yes, it was practically imppossible... But Mother Nature herself made an exception.

Beading in sweat, and flushed a light pink that mixed very well with her milky cold skin, Mariah gazed at her husband and king, Jasper; she seemed both distressed yet happy. Finally, after the minimum of six months, she was finally going to have the child promised to her in her arms, where she would hold it for as long as she held it in her womb, and then, longer. She herself could not believe the blessing given to her and Jasper by Mother Nature.

This was just too unreal. Yet it felt real. Mariah had always wanted a child to raise and spoil to unends. To torment with hugs and kisses, and punish with tickles. She wanted to be like the mortal mothers she had seen few times... It scared her.

Maybe she should have done a little more research or more observing. Was she actually ready to be a mother. What about Jasper? MIM bless her husband, for he was strong and warm-loving, but... He could seem a bit... Hyper-active at most times. Leave him in a ballroom during a special event and tell him to "be yourself."... Yeah, within a bat of an eye, an ice rink will be magically placed under everyone's feet, and there goes Jasper, bouncing off the walls and having an Olympic ice competition with a poor winter guard.

It worried Mariah that Jasper will dislike having to just give up his fun and games just to be a wonderful father to... their child.

A soft calloused hand, rough from wielding a wooden staff to so long, was placed softly onto Mariah's trembling hand. The action startled her for a second, but once Mariah had remembered that Jasper was beside her, she immediately calmed down.

"Everything alright, Love?" Jasper's deep husk, yet young toned, voice spoke; it was filled with concern.

Mariah gazed up into her Winter King's eyes and bit her lip. "Hm?... Oh yes! I am fine, just a bit... Overwhelmed is all," she replied half heartedly. Jasper raised an eyebrow. He knew his wife very well, and even though it was she to keep him calm and relaxed before he became reckless, she was terrible of hiding her discomfort.

Sighing, the Winter King ran his thumb over the base of Mariah's hand, creating small frost swirls over the skin. "Mariah, no need to worry. We are about to have a miracle- a blessing resting in our arms very soon!"

Mariah could not help but smile at the man's gleeful face, sparked with childlike awe. It brought relief to her greatly. So Jasper might not have a problem adding responsibility of their child to responsibility of the Winter Kingdom. She blushed and gazed down at the round bump of her stomach, counting each tiny and big kicks.

She ran a hand across it, giggling at the movements. "Sure is a jumpy one... Just like you," she whispered to Jasper. Jasper's eyes gleamed with mischief and he smirked. "Hmmm... Maybe together we can torment you," he crooned earning a slap to the shoulder.

"Interesting. I may have to put both of you to the corner then," the Winter Queen purred darkly. Jasper gulped. "Uh. On second thought, how about we just play hopscotch instead?"

Mariah chuckled, then suddenly gasped with a jolt as a fairly powerful kick moved inside her. "Woo... I think he's not getting the picture," she breathed. Jasper chuckled and rubbed the swell, humming when the child took notice of the father and kicked.

...

"What do you think?" Mariah suddenly spoke.

"Of what?"

"Is it going to be a girl or a boy?," Mariah asked. Jasper ran a gentle hand on her head, combing through the soft strands.

"The outcomes do not matter, Love."

Though, I would love a son, he thought to himself, girls are too hard to tame.

"All that matters is that I have you and our child." He then kissed her forehead and together, they awaited for the arrival of their child...

Push... Breath... Pain... Push... Breath... Pain...

"Keep going, My Queen! Keep going!"

The pain was all Mariah could think about- oh MIM, it hurts. The tracks of tears that ran down Mariah's milky, violet tinted cheeks mixed in with the sweat; not even she could cool herself down. Another body jolting pain erupted and Mariah threw her head back, releasing a wail.

What kind of immortal knew this kind of damned pain?!

Oh, that's right- NO IMMORTAL!

"ARGH! TAKE IT OUT! TAKE THIS CHILD OUT OF ME!" the pained woman screamed.

Next to her, Jasper held on to his lovely... Sweet... And surprisingly strong wife's hand. Like, literally, Mariah was literally attempting to break his hand. Jasper tried to maintain a strong composure, but the pained feeling of his hand crushing under pressure made him feel dizzy. He was not sure he will be able to keep his hand after this.

"M-Mariah, dear, c-could you please- Ow!" Jasper was cut off when Mariah squeezed tighter. Desperately, Jasper turned to the maid. "Can you please get this child out of her?!" he begged. The maid partially ignored his please and answered, "hold up, she's almost there with the- oh gods! I see a head!"

The poor Winter King nodded in relief that this was almost over, but was filled with horror as his eyes met his wife's dark fierce ones. Mariah looked like the pissed side of a snowstorm.

"I hope you feel this pain when I put your staff up your-" a long pushing pain caused Mariah to gasp and arch up, "aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

The maid's eyes widened, "oh dear..."

After seconds in which seemed like hours and just pure fright, Mariah finally fell back onto her pillow; her breaths were heavy and shallow yet full relaxation coursed through her limp body. All the pain was over.

Jasper, despite his wounded hand, rubbed her hair tenderly, whispering "You did good" through all her hard breathing. Mariah bit her lip with a tired nod, but was filled with a sudden worry. Weakly, she whispered, "What about the-"

"WaaAaah! AaaAah!" the breathtaking whine of an infant reached everyone's ears.

"It's a boy, my queen! It's a beautiful baby boy!," the maid announced, already tearing up as she cradled the bundle in her arms.

"Hallelujah!," Jasper cried, earning a slap on his shoulder by Mariah. "I thought it didn't matter?" she muttered with a smirk. Jasper only gave her a cheeky smile.

"May I see my baby?," the Winter Queen asked breathlessly.

The maid nodded with a sniffle and placed the infant in the queen's arms. Mariah gasped in awe; tears made their way to her eyes. "Oh, Jasper," she croaked. Jasper scooted close next to her to get the most perfect view of their child.

"He's so small, look at the little thing," Jasper chuckled, tapping very lightly at the small nose.

The baby boy made soft cooing noise as he looked up at his parents with dazzling blue eyes that held a slight white mist around the edges. A small patch of white hair was on the top of his sensative head to match his milky white skin.

"Oh... He's got your eyes," Mariah crooned with a choked sob.

"Yeah... And he's got your head," Jasper joked. Mariah pursed her lips and nudged his shoulder, then gazed back down at the infant. Their child...

Their child...

A child she carried inside of her womb and gave natural birth to. A child that contains both hers and her husband's traits with the power invested inside him from Mother Nature. And the baby boy looked so gorgeous; he will soon grow to be a very fine prince. "Here," she said, handing Jasper the bundel in blankets.

Jasper bit his bottom lip as he gazed down at the exhausted little sprite. Something that only Jasper could identify, made the Winter King hesitant. Luckily, Mariah hadn't noticed the sudden frightful look in his eyes that quickly dispersed. Relaxing himself, Jasper cupped the baby boy in his arms as if the Winter Infant were the most fragile thing alive. He cradled the baby boy comfortably and bounced his arms gently in rhythms. It was only till then, that Jasper completely lost fear and smiled brightly.

"Hey, there kiddo," he said with a watery smile. This was his boy... His son...

The baby only stared up at the man in curiosity, and it was such a cute sight; big blue now wide and mouth pursed in a coo.

Jasper chuckled with much emotion and sniffled. "Oh, Mariah. He's perfect," the Winter King whispered making Mariah smile.

"What do you want to name him?," she asked.

"Jack," Jasper immediately

Mariah's eyes brightened at the name and tried it on here lips. "Jack... Jack..." She smiled brightly and ran a soft finger on Jack's nose. The baby made a soft sneeze, clutching his tiny fists. Both parents laughed together.

Then, outside, the chatter arose in a more desperate tone. Mariah chuckled in amusement and nudged Jasper's shoulder. "You better not keep them waiting, hon. You know how we Winters get when kept excited," she crooned. Jasper perked up in sudden freight. He absolutely knew.

quickly, he stood and fixed his attire with his free hand while the other cupped Jack in a cradle. Mariah gasped and held her hands up like an emergency pillow due to Jasper's frantic movements. "Jasper, you have the baby!" she hissed. Jasper beamed a violet and held Jack more securely.

"Sorry, dear," he whispered. He lent down and brushed his lips on Mariah's head in a soft kiss. "I will return." Then, he grabbed his staff and turned his heel and walked to the balcony doors. Stopping at the foot of it, the Winter King stood taller and gazed down at the baby in his arms. Humming, he tapped the small nose and was amused when the infant scrunched his tiny face.

"Time to shine, Baby Blizzard," he whispered and placed his focus on the window. Almost a second later, he commanded the wind to swing open the doors for him. As soon as Jasper stepped onto the balcony p, everything went dead silent. It brought pleasant delight to the king as he gazed down upon eager faces of the Winter Sprites. Even the still faced guards had a desperate glow on their faces.

Jasper smile brightly and slowly lifted Jack into the air, holding firmly onto the bundle and spoke in a loud firm voice so that it rang throughout the icy lands:

"People of the Winter Kingdom. I hear by introduce you to my son, the prince of this kingdo; Jack Frost!"

As soon as he procl those words, cheers and native cries broke out. Bouquets and blue and white streamers flew into the air. Some of the winter sprites zipped into the air forming snow spirals and small blizzard flurries to fall gently down upon the kingdom, while those on the ground, created massive and beautiful sculptures. Some danced upon the ice and others played lovely ice instruments.

Jasper looked down at the child and noticed that this big baby blues were ignited with awe and wonder as they stared at the pretty snow art in the sky. "See Jack?" Jasper crooned, bouncing the infant gently in his arm, "all this is for you. Look how many you bring joy and delight to... Your quite the special are you not?"

Taking one last look at his people's joy, Jasper sighed and turned back inside to rejoin his wife who was fast asleep on the bed. Jasper sat back down next to her and placed Jack gently in the space between the Winter King and Queen. Within seconds, the baby had shut his eyes and gave in to slumber.

Jasper just couldn't find the inspiration to sleep as he watched his family rest...

Family...

His family...

Jasper chuckled softly, kissing both Mariah and Jack on the head.

"Jack Frost... Our Winter Prince, Mariah dear..."

...

Little did the he know that something or someone was watching them in the shadows. Two catlike yellow eyes glowed within the shades of a corner, watching the family bask in each other's presence. The eyes were filled with interest yet amusement...

dark amusement...

"Hmm... How sweet, Jasper." The eyes became trained on the sleeping infant between the two parents. "You and your lovely wife finally decided to have a child... All it took was a little HELP... Hm, no worries... Soon, everything you love will be gone, Jasper and that little light you hold in your arms will be soon one with darkness..."

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