A/N. By the Flowerfield is a story that follows Kristoff and Anna in their final year of high school. In the second half, the story will carry far after their high school careers. By the Flowerfield is inspired by Clannad and Clannad: After Story from the Japanese visual novel company Key, written by Fumihiko Shimo. There is possible triggering content in the future of the story. There will be warnings as a note prior to selected chapters. I do not own Frozen, any of it's characters, nor the Clannad series in any way, shape, or form; this is simply fanfiction and it's for entertainment.
Let's embark on a ride.
Prologue
A field was left solitary, though it is lovelier still, as the color presented from the sky compliments the land. It is crowded of the sunflowers which remained unkempt, with it's growth, from abandonment.
Insects had made their homes, along with mice and other small creatures, and yet they weren't quite alone.
Standing at it's edge was a couple, the smaller blonde latching onto her husband's arm.
Her eyes are doe, radiating as she follows the pattern, towards the horizon to the woodland before them. Once, twice, she'd opened her mouth to speak and she couldn't quite decide whether it was from the inscrutable anxious curl taking place low and full in her stomach, or the beauty, and how she's marked this as their place and she was speechless.
The woman envisions her children here. Her imagination paints a picture before her, the image of a small child bounding through the flowers.
"My mother used to take me here during the summer," her husband says.
The voice brings her attention upward and a appreciative grins forms purely through her adoration. He's still looking forward, as if he was reflecting as well. Her silence courses him to continue.
"It's a place that means something in the family," he says. "I'm... not sure what."
It's still not settled in, not quite yet, that the family was also hers now. Contentment coursed her veins and a sigh passes through her lips, resting a cheek against the hand curled over his arm. It squeezes there, at his bicep, and she bats thick eyelashes.
"Kenneth?"
His eyes travel downward."Yeah?"
"I.. " She searches for the words. "I love it, Kenneth."
A hand lowers to fold over her own very swollen belly.
