"Kristen was six when she first asked, "Momma, why don't I have a daddy?"
"You'll understand when you're older, Kris."
"But all the kids at school have one, why are we alone?"
"Kristen, enough please!" Elsa's voice was a soft and shaky warning, and her daughter's eyes search hers. It only took a second for her stare to cause the young girl's find the floor.
"I'm sorry, baby. Momma didn't mean to yell," Elsa's response was loving, yet harsh enough that Kristen never brought the topic up again.
Kristen went through years of 'Happy Father's Day' card making in art just to throw them away at the end of the school day.
10 years later~
"Hey Mom," Kristen greeted as Elsa quickly tried to hide something.
"Hi honey, how was school?" Elsa questioned; she rubbed her nose, attempting to draw attention away from her photo album.
"It went fine, but God what's wrong? Were you crying? What is that?" Kristen asked, gesturing towards the blue photo album.
Elsa cursed herself; it hadn't worked. "Just some old pictures of... Look don't worry about it."
"Mom, you can tell me," Kristen pleaded while slowly sitting on the couch by her mom.
"I knew I'd have to; I can't hold this from you all your life and I-"
Kristen interrupted her. "Am I adopted?! Sorry what? That slipped- I just kind of came to conclusions when I was little... wait your eyes are red; you were crying right? Oh my gosh you were! Or were you...smoking pot? I mean that would explain how sometimes you look out of it and your mood shifts... No, you're pregnant aren't you? I mean you do look a little bloated... Ew but that would mean that you had sex and I don't want to picture that-"
"Oh my Lord, Kristen! You're blabbering again." She's so much like Anna, Elsa thought. "I'm not a stoner nor am I pregnant. Do I really look like I've been gaining weight?"
Kristen just shrugged, "No you're gorgeous mom, sorry. After all, people do tell me I look just like you." She gave a light half smile and a wink, one that always reminded Elsa of Anna.
Kristen resembled Elsa almost exactly. Her hair wasn't the same platinum color as her mothers; it was a shiny light blonde. Kristen's freckles were darker than Elsa's pale ones, but other than that, Kristen was a mini Elsa. Elsa knew this, but Kristen's personality and every facial expression showed that Kristen was Anna's daughter.
"That's funny because I'm not exactly your mother..." Elsa said as she watched her daughters mouth drop.
"But you said that I wasn't-"
"Adopted? You're not," Elsa ran her fingers over the words on the cover. For Anna was written in a neat, cursive penmanship. Her fingers found the edge of the photo album and turned to the first page.
The first picture was of Elsa and a very freckled redhead holding hands at a school football game. They were painted in white and green handprints. Elsa had a nervous smile plastered on her face while the ginger wore the same ecstatic grin that showed her genuine happiness.
"I wish she could've watched you grow up. You're so much like her; it's crazy. She would've been a much better mother than I am," Elsa whispered. She lightly touched the photo.
"You're the best mother ever, you know," Kristen said softly while placing a hand on Elsa's shoulder. She was curious, but didn't want to push an obviously sensitive subject.
"Thank you sweetie, you made it easy," Elsa gave her daughter a soft smile. "This photo album shows the real start to my life, and it's a story that ends with the start of your own life. But neither of those could've happened without the most amazing woman in the world. I'm going to tell you the story of Anna."
A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fic here so I'm pretty nervous. This idea kind of just came to me, and despite the nerves I'm excited. Hopefully you like the first chapter (sorry it's short), and the story to come. I hope to update regularly, and reviews are highly encouraged!
Happy reading!
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