"Y/N," Anna turns to you, a questioning look in her eyes.

"Yes, dearest?" you ask, turning to her. You arise from the armchair you're sitting in and cross the bedchamber. You stand in front of Anna, and place your hands gently on her shoulders. "What's on your mind?"

Anna ducks her head, seemingly embarrassed.

Now, you're very intrigued. "What?"

"C-Can vampires have kids?" Anna asks you.

Your eyes widen in shock. Yes, you loved Anna, but you two weren't even married.

"Well, actually, vampires can't have kids," you answer. "The only thing we can do is transform a human child into one of us."

"Could we do that?" Anna asks you, before giving you a puppy-dog expression.

"Darling, are you sure?" you ask. "You've never been around human blood. What if you accidentally..." you can't bring yourself to finish the sentence.

"You transformed me," Anna says. "We could adopt a child, and then change it."

"How about this?" you ask. "We adopt a child, and then when he or she is used to our vampirism, and if it wants to be transformed, we'll do it."

"Fine," Anna answers, before smiling.

You give her your arm. She loops her arm into yours.

"Let's go," you say with a smile.

"Yes!" Anna squeals in delight. You smile at her enthusiasm. Any child would be thrilled to have a mother who had the same amount of energy, if not more energy.

You can't get to the orphanage fast enough for Anna. She drags you there, walking at vampire speed.

Upon reaching Arendelle's local orphanage, Anna slows down. You chuckle under your breath, before you two walk inside, at a human pace.

A woman with dark brown hair greets you at the door. "Ah, hello, Your Highness." She curtsies to Anna, and then curtsies to you, addressing you formally.

"We're here to adopt a child," you state. Anna starts jumping up and down, again.

"Of course," the woman responds, with a smile. She leads you through a wooden door.

It's a playroom. Children of all ages are talking, laughing, and playing with assorted toys.

Anna's eyes brighten, and she looks around, eagerly.

"Do you have any preferences?" the woman asks. "Any certain age range?"

"Young," Anna immediately says. "Toddler age, if possible."

At the sound of her voice, a little boy's head shoots up. He looks around for the source of the angelic voice. The boy has platinum blond hair and is wearing a white shirt, and slightly frayed pants.

He gets up, before toddling in the direction of you and Anna.

The three-year-old boy accidentally runs into a seven-year-old boy who is playing with a few of his friends.

"Watch it, freak!" the seven-year-old snaps.

"Sorry," the boy says, barely above a whisper. You look up, and give an intrigued look at the flaxen-haired child.

"Who's that?" you ask.

The headmistress turns to the boy.

"Oh, that's Tyrus," she answers. "He just turned three. Apparently, his parents just dropped him on the doorstep when he was a baby."

"He's the one," Anna says, excitement leaving her voice. Her tone is serious, yet very gentle and protective at the same time. You can already tell she will be a fantastic parent.

The boy, Tyrus, looks up at Anna, almost uncertain now. He walks to you and Anna, although this time he is hesitant.

Anna bends down, and opens up her arms for the boy. Tyrus walks into her embrace, and wraps his arms around her neck. Anna gently picks him up.

"Mama?" Tyrus asks, softly and hesitantly.

"Yes, little Tyrus," Anna coos. "I'm your new mama."

The boy smiles, before nuzzling Anna's neck, completely unfazed by the fact that her body temperature is subzero.

You smile amorously at both, Anna and your new son, already thinking that you're both leaving with Tyrus.

Prince Tyrus of Arendelle.