Here it is, folks! I've been working on the first few chapters yesterday and today, and I'm happy with the results so far! Without further ado, I present, "Return of the Weasel!" (my favorite title yet :DXD)

BUT WAIT!

Before you start reading, I need to clear a few obvious (and not so obvious) things up:

Disney owns Frozen (obvious)

FrozenMusings owns Heidi and Joseff (kind of obvious)

Ging-ler AND FrozenMusings own Blomsy, who you will meet later :D (not so obvious)

ENJOYYYYYY!

Chapter 1:

The halls of the palace echoed with the painful labor cries of the princess, who was giving birth to her third child. Though her husband and sister were right by her side, encouraging her through the delivery while the doctor stood ready for the new child's arrival, Princess Anna felt as if the pain would never cease. It had been so long since she had given birth, fifteen years to be exact, and she could only hope that there wouldn't be any complications.

"It's all right, Princess Anna!" the doctor cried above Anna's screams. "It won't be much longer now! I need you to keep pushing!"

Anna squeezed her husband's hand harder, and wailed as she pushed harder than she had during the whole labor. The pain continued to increase, and beads of sweat formed on her brow, which her sister, Queen Elsa, quickly wiped away. Hot tears burned the sides of her cheeks as she kept pushing.

"Keep going," her husband, Prince Kristoff, whispered, grasping her hand tightly. "I'm right here. Everything's going to be all right!"
Weakly, Anna nodded, and the doctor ordered her to keep pushing, and with what little energy she still had, she continued the labor. The eternal moments felt the same: pushing, sobbing, sweating, and screaming. Just when she thought it would never end, she felt all her muscles relax, and the room went silent. Suddenly, a sharp cry, this one from the newborn child, pierced through the moment of silence, and Anna breathed a sigh of relief.

"You did it!" Kristoff smiled, and embraced his wife gently.

Anna's lips peeled back into a soft smile, and she nodded. "Yes, I suppose I did. Again."

To prove Anna's point, the door creaked open, and two figures slipped into the darkened room. They walked up to the bedside of the royal family, and hugged their mother gently.

"Mama, it's here!" cried the younger of the two, Heidi.

The doctor came over, holding a bundle of cloth. He handed it to the princess, and rubbed her shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry," he said. "You've just given birth to a beautiful baby boy."

Anna peered into the bundle, and pulled back part of the blanket to reveal the soft strawberry blond hair of the baby. The child had the hair of his mother and sister, no doubt, but the eyes of his father; strong, deep brown eyes.

The exhausted princess handed the new baby to Kristoff, and laid back onto her pillow, still hyperventilating from the labor she had just endured for the third time in her life.

"Look," Kristoff said gently to his other children, Heidi and Joseff. "It's your new baby brother. Say hi!"

Heidi was amazed, as she had been the baby of the family so long, it was almost unthinkable to be an older sister herself. "Hi," she cooed. "Aren't you just the cutest thing? Oh, look! You and I have the same hair! Isn't that funny? And you've got Papa's eyes! Yes, yes you do!"

"Heidi, please," Joseff scoffed. "Act mature." Then, he smiled at the new boy himself and said, "We're going to have so much fun with you! Now, we'll have four ice harvesters!"

Kristoff raised and eyebrow, and let out a chuckle. "Joseff, he was born five minutes ago. I think he might need a little more training before he can come out on the sleigh."

Joseff flashed his sister a boyish grin, and Kristoff laid the child in a cradle beside his and Anna's bed. Gently, he urged Heidi and Joseff out of the room, and he laid beside his wife in the bed. She was silently sleeping next to him, and he looked into the cradle of his newborn son, suddenly wondering what they would name the babe. Before he knew it, he was in a deep sleep.

XxX

"You're... just... like... me..."

Kristoff's eyes became wild, and he kept stepping backwards. "No, no, no! I will never be like you!"

Miraculously, Hans smashed the bars of the icy cell, and Kristoff dropped his sword in fear. Hans picked it up immediately, and forcefully drove the blade into Kristoff's chest.

"You're... just... like... me..."

Kristoff crumpled to the ground. "No, no, no, no!"

Hans, almost dead himself, swung the sword, and aimed it for Kristoff's head...

Kristoff gasped, and sat up in bed, sweat dripping from his chin and onto the covers of the bed. He looked beside him, where Anna was resting peacefully, still completely worn out from giving birth to the baby. Suddenly, there was the shrill cry of the child, and Kristoff reacted immediately, scooping the child up from the cradle and rocking him gently.

"Shhh," he murmured. "It's all right; Papa's here."

The young one squealed all the more, and Kristoff rushed out into the hallway, as not to wake Anna. Shivering, he pulled his robe tighter over his shoulders, and tried to hush the wailing child. As he approached the large kitchen, the tiny baby ceased the sobbing, and confused, Kristoff walked back into the hallway.

"You really don't know what you want, do you?" Kristoff whispered to his son.

Suddenly, a small figure bumped into Kristoff, barely making contact with his chest. The figure stepped back, and the prince realized who it was.

"Elsa," he breathed. "Thank goodness."

Even in the darkness, Elsa's smile sparkled. "One would think this was your first child," she muttered. "Here, let me help."

Exhausted, Kristoff nodded, and Elsa took her tiny nephew into one arm, and with her free hand, she created a small icicle, and stuck it into the child's mouth. The baby cooed, and sucked on the icicle.

"One would think you were a mother," Kristoff murmured, and smiled at his sister-in-law.

Elsa nodded and held back another smile. "I do have a way with children," she replied. "But I never had the opportunity to have any for myself. Quite a shame, but it's how it worked out."

"It's not too late. Look at Anna; this is her third child!"

Sighing, Elsa shook her head. "Kristoff, you know exactly why it's too late."

"Because of your powers. Because you think no one could love you with them."

Tears froze onto Elsa's cheeks, and she nodded. "You know what everyone says; I'm a monster. Hans said it, the Duke said it, and I've even heard the generals whispering such things about me."

"You're not a monster, Elsa. No matter what anyone says. You're my sister. And Anna's. We all love you, Elsa, and I know that someone else out there will, too."

Elsa sighed handed the baby back to Kristoff, and quickly walked away, closing the door to her room firmly. Kristoff sighed, and could only go back to his room and lay both the baby and himself to sleep.

XxX

"That is the most ridiculous name I've ever heard!"

Anna hung her mouth open, shocked. "Adgar was my father's name!"

"And it's a ridiculous one," Kristoff replied. "No offense to the King..."

Heidi giggled. "You have to admit, Mama," she said. "Adgar isn't the greatest name, not from a girl's perspective, anyway."

Anna finally laughed, and shrugged. "I had to try. Papa would have been upset had I not. What's your idea?"

"What about Hans?"

Kristoff whirled around to face the voice, and was shocked to see the wife of the late king he had killed. It was clear she had been mourning the death of her husband, as she was clad in a long black dress, and a black veil cascaded from the back of her curly, golden locks, which fell down to her waist. She folded her hands, but let them hang in front of her.

"I said, what about Hans? For a name," she repeated, and stepped forward.

Concerned for his family, Kristoff stepped in the path of the Queen, who in return merely threw her hands up and stepped back.

"I meant no harm," Catherine said softly. "I just thought it would put the people of the Southern Isles at ease."

All the pain of having murdered Hans flooded back to Kristoff. "They're... they're still angry at me."

"The Duke... The Duke of Weselton. He's gathering an army against you... he came to visit not long after Hans' death, and he was enraged at you all. He has had the nerve to charge you with treason to the Southern Isles." Catherine's voice became a whisper, and she looked to the child. "The baby will not be safe once he arrives."

Anna's face reflected the immense fear within her, and she held her son close to her chest. "We cannot allow him to attack us! Haven't you tried to stop him?"

Catherine nodded gravely. "Apparently I am not respected," she replied. "They believe I should be sent back to Mist Haven, that I may be out of their lives."

Suddenly, Kristoff's heart went out to the young woman. "Catherine, I think you may be safest there. I have a friend––his name is David––and he lives in Mist Haven. Perhaps you could stay with him and his mother, and I would guarantee your safety with them. Let them know that Prince Kristoff of Arendelle has sent you for protection, and that I send my regards to David and his mother."

Catherine nodded quickly. "Thank you, Kristoff. I cannot imagine how bitter you must feel toward me and my kingdom, and your kindness is much appreciated."

Anna smiled. "Well, until we get you there, please make yourself at home. Joseff will show you to the guest room."

Joseff nodded, and he and Catherine left the room. Heidi moved closer to her mother, and peered at her new brother. "You know, naming the baby Hans would put the people at ease..." she said.

"It would also never let me forget how I killed him," Kristoff grumbled, his arms folded across his broad chest.

Anna sighed softly, and motioned for Kristoff to come to her side. He did so, and she just grabbed his hand gently, smiling.

"I think Hans would be a great name. It would give him what he had always wanted; his happy ending."

Finally, Kristoff crumbled, and hugged his wife and son together. "Then Hans it is."

Okay, maybe it was stupid to name the baby Hans, but I kind of like it. Let me know in a review! Also, there was a TEEEEEENY reference to OUAT, as David IS David Nolan/Prince Charming from OUAT. According to season 4, episode 2, Kristoff and David are friends. Apparently Kristoff is forgetting that at this point in time (and this is according to OUAT), David is in Storybooke. Not like he didn't know that. He just forgot. XD that was a stupid mistake on my part... I was writing this before I knew that (like only 3 episodes into the season), but I figured it's too late to change it.

Oh well.