"Once Upon a Time...there was a happy town of creatures that were called 'trolls'. They lived in hiding ever since their King Peppy took them away from the Bergens. Twenty years later, his daughter Princess Poppy threw a celebration party, and although she was warned by the mean, grumpy troll named Branch that a loud party would call the Bergens to their home, she continued on with her party. A huge, mean Bergen discovered the hiding place because of the party, and she took ten of the Princess's closest friends. The Princess desperately went to go rescue her friends, and was joined by the grumpy troll Branch. After rescuing their friends, a plan backfired and all the trolls were thrown into a pot, ready to be served. All the trolls lost their happiness, and shut down. But Branch, the grumpiest troll of all, sang to them all to lift their spirits, and they found the strength to escape and make friends with the Bergens in the process. The Princess Poppy became Queen, married Branch, and they lived happily ever after"

No sooner had she closed the homemade sketchbook than her husband smirked.

"Do you have to tell that story to them every day?" He pulled her crown over her forehead and eyed the circle of younger trolls that were watching attentively.

"It's their favorite story!" Poppy insisted, fixing her crown. "Besides, it's my favorite story, too. You know, where you serenaded me into happiness."

Branch couldn't help but laugh at his wife's silly little attempts to make him blush. He felt a little hand tug at his vest and looked down to the little purple troll boy and picked him up when he motioned his arms upward.

"King Branch, is it true you saved the entire troll kingdom?"

Branch nervously chuckled and set him down. He still hadn't gotten used to being called "king". But he didn't pay too much attention to it. Poppy handled most everything, which he both loved and hated.

"Well, yes, but Queen Poppy and all the other trolls helped too."

As Branch talked to the kids, Poppy smiled at her husband. It was good practice for him. After all, their pod had been developing for several days now and was about to hatch. She knew he was both nervous and excited, and although she normally adored his overprotectiveness toward her and their pod, she did tell him to simmer down when he tried making a fence around the pod.

Just like she expected, one of the young ones asked the question she was waiting for. It got asked every day.

"When's your pod gonna hatch?"

She watched Branch put on a nervous smile. "Hopefully soon. It's already been a few days and it's getting quite plump."

"How do trolls make pods?"

It was Poppy's turn to put on the nervous smile. "Well, when two trolls love each other very much, they have something called a "special hug" that happens under a full moon. They use the light of the moon, and the glow of their love and color to create a pod with a baby troll inside. After about a week or sometimes two, the pod hatches open like a flower with a baby troll taking its breath for the first time."

The talk of the process didn't help Branch's nerves. He and Poppy had talked about it, sure, and he had never been so nervous as when he watched their pod form under the moon. Just thinking about it made him want to get back to it.

Poppy noticed her husband's look and quickly gave the kids a goodbye and sent them off to play. She touched his shoulder and looked at him. "The pod is fine, Branch." She knew it wouldn't calm anything, but it was worth a shot.

"I need to get back to it...guard it." He started walking out and Poppy followed him. After several minutes, they arrived at their little home. What was once Branch's safety bunker was now a spacious home for them to share. It was no longer dull and dirt colored, but splattered with color and decorations. Branch had liked the change. Made him feel happy every time he came into his home. Nestled on the side of their home, was a good sized flower bulb growing right out of the ground, plump and purple.

"There it is. See? Safe and sound." Poppy tried to calm his nerves. She watched him take a breath and rest his hand on the pod. "Safe and sound."

He turned his head slightly to smirk at her, and before she could ask what he was planning, his blue hair had shot out and wrapped itself around her waist, pulling her to him in a tight hug. She happily returned the hug as she laughed. He had done the same thing when their pod had nestled into the ground under the moon.

She smiled at him and nuzzled her cheek against him. "You're going to be a dad…" He had returned the nuzzle. "And you a mother…"

They checked on their pod once more before walking into their home.

…

Poppy awoke with a start as the ground above her rumbled. Branch woke up at the same time, his blue eyes wide in panic.

"A monster?!" He wrapped Poppy in his hair as tight as possible, pulling her close. He wouldn't let go until he knew what was going on. As he was ready to barricade the door, a yellow troll opened the bedroom door.

"Queen Poppy! King Branch! It's your pod!"

The three of them were on the surface in seconds. All the other trolls had gathered around the pod, and Poppy and Branch raced to the front, Poppy frantically smoothing her hair before gripping Branch's hand. The pair watched as the pod slowly moved back and forth, and finally, a peeling sound surfaced and the petals of the pod slowly began to unwrap.

Every troll was silent as the pod turned into an open flower. A small purple fuzzball laid in the middle.

Branch approached it first, gently setting a hand on the fluff. The fuzzball slowly retracted, unwrapping itself from a ball of purple hair. A baby troll laid on the flower. Branch gently held the baby and wrapped it in a blanket that someone handed him. Poppy stared in wonder.

"It's a girl."

A girl, indeed. She had light pink skin like her mama, and a mix of her parent's hair colors for her own hair, creating a beautiful shade of violet. Glitter freckles sparkled her cheeks, and her nose was more round than her parent's noses, like Grandma Rosiepuff's. The baby slowly opened her little eyes. Pools of ice blue, the exact shade as her father's.

"She's beautiful." A surge of protectiveness, happiness, and love hit Branch all at the same time. She was the most precious thing in the world and his daughter. He handed her over to Poppy, eager to see his wife hold their baby for the first time.

Poppy cradled her daughter gently, smiling as wide as can be. As she tickled the baby's chin, she looked at her husband. "She needs a name…"

Trolls shouted out names quickly. Branch voiced his opinion.

"Princess Flower!"

"No."

"Princess Happy!"

"No!"

"Princess Sparkle!"

"Nope."

"Princess Rainbow!"

"What?! No!"

After several suggestions, Poppy cleared her throat and silence ensued. "I believe it is up to me and Branch to name the baby."

The couple ducked into their home, Poppy still holding their tiny girl.

"She needs a perfect name…" Branch stroked her hair. "How about Princess Lady Glitter Sparkles?" He laughed jokingly and Poppy smiled at the small flashback of when they helped Bridget.

"That's a bit of a mouthful...but I was thinking...Princess Song. After all, a song is what saved us. I think it's only fair she's named after how you saved us."

"Princess Song?" He let the name roll around in his head, and he glanced at his little girl. He made his decision quickly. "Princess Song is perfect. I love it. And I love her."

They resurfaced to see the crowd of anxious trolls. Poppy handed her daughter to Branch and nodded. Branch took a deep breath and stepped forward.

"The name of the new princess is...Princess Song." He held his daughter to the crowd and the village roared with applause.

Branch smiled at his little girl before handing her back to Poppy and disappearing with her into their home. He watched his wife set their tiny girl into her crib that Branch had made and Poppy had decorated. He tucked their little one in and smiled at his wife. Poppy leaned her head on his shoulder.

"I told you she'd be safe."

Branch set his head against hers. "She certainly is. With us here to protect her."

He stood there for several minutes, his wife on his shoulder, his baby in her crib.

Princess Song.

His little girl.

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Yes, I know this isn't Torn Apart. But honestly I need a break from it. I lost interest. I'll finish it, but I might not make the sequel I planned. Anyway, I fell in love with Trolls and decided to post this. Poppy and Branch's daughter, Song. I wrote this because I really love the movie, but I have a story too if anyone wants me to write it. Because I really want to.

Carla ;)