Hey guys! I decided to do a Frozen fanfic! Why? I don't really know. :D Please let me know what you think of it. I am not sure if I will continue it. It depends on what you guys think of it! :) Enjoy! :)
It had been two years after Queen Elsa's coronation. Kristoff and Anna had been married and were expecting their first child. There was a pleasant air around the castle as Anna was due any day now. Olaf was always near either Elsa or Anna, always wanting to give a helping hand, especially with Anna's little one arriving.
Kristoff, was a nervous wreck, he didn't know anything about raising a child and he hadn't really had a father growing up. He was always glued to Anna's hip, worrying about the baby. He often wondered what it would be like to have a son or a daughter that looked up to him. Anna was at that part of the pregnancy where she could have the child at any second. She always looked uncomfortable and tired. She hadn't gotten a lot of sleep because of her bloated state. Kristoff worried about her, he made sure that the princess was happy. Although, at his attempts to make her happy. She would just smile and tell him she was fine and that she just couldn't wait to meet the bundle of joy that they only had heard about eight months before.
Elsa, was elated that she was going to have a niece or a nephew, though she didn't like how the time had passed and she often wished that she hadn't shut Anna out when they were kids. She was very busy taking care of the kingdom, and barely had enough time at the end of the day for Anna, though she would make sure that they had some sister time.
A very short amount of time had passed and Anna had given birth to a boy, she and Kristoff named him, Nikolai. When he was born, he seemed to have reached a fever, though he didn't show any other signs of illness. He seemed to be healthy. The whole kingdom was in celebration at the new arrival.
Several weeks had passed and even though Nikolai was still feverish, he seemed to be a healthy baby. Though the doctors were worried about his fever, they just kept a good eye on him.
Elsa had done all of her duties for that day. It was now night and she went to go see her sister and her baby. She quietly knocked on the door and opened it. "Anna? Are you awake?" She quietly asked peeking her head into the dark room. She looked over to the bed where her sister and Kristoff lay sleeping like logs. She smiled and chuckled. Parenting was tiring them out. Best not to wake them, she thought. She closed the door and she heard a loud pop come from the room next door. That room belonged to Nikolai. Elsa opened the door to her small nephew's room. The... The crib was on fire!
She rushed over and created a flurry and put out the flames and she pulled Nikolai out of the smoking crib. She was breathing heavily. She looked over the infant and found no scars, blisters or anything out of the ordinary on his soft skin. She held the baby close and inspected the crib. What could have set it on fire?
As if to answer the question she was asking in her head, Nikolai hiccuped and flame shot out of his mouth. Nikolai had powers, he was like her. Elsa's eyes widened and she rocked him. She knew that he was going to live a life of fear. His power was far more destructive than hers was. Ice was one thing, but fire was another, now Elsa knew she was going to have to protect her nephew, and she was going to at all costs.
What did you guys think? Should I continue writing this or no? Please tell me what you think in the reviews! :D