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Day 02: First Child


It had been two years since their secret marriage.

Neither of them had said a word, so despite being happily married, not another soul in Arendelle knew of the sisters' midnight unity.

That was, of course, except for Grand Pabbie, Kristoff, Sven and Olaf.

And despite the many attempts at finding suitors for both the Queen and the Princess, it seemed not a single prince, nobleman or any other admirer seemed to even reach a stage of courtship with Arendelle's monarchs.

"Your Majesty, please consider Arendelle's future," One of Arendelle's councilmen drawled, to which Elsa appeared to be listening, though her mind was elsewhere. More specifically, it was on thoughts of Anna, whom she'd much rather be in the company of.

"Of course," The Queen raised her hand, effectively silencing the man, "I know you, and Arendelle, are worried of the future of our house. I can assure you, as am I, but I think it more appropriate that I find a suitable heir to our throne than to accept just any off thrown at our door."

The council murmured amongst themselves for a moment.

And, just as was the case with every other similar meeting, they agreed to allot the Queen more time to find a suitor, and produce and heir.

When she was finally able to leave, Elsa made quick work of finding Anna, and tugging the Princess into the nearest room for privacy—her study, where she knew they would not be disturbed.

"How did the meeting go?" Anna asked.

Elsa groaned. "They are so adamant about finding either of us a husband so we can produce and heir."

The bridge of Anna's nose scrunched. "I might take some issue with my wife sleeping with a stranger to make a baby," The redhead scooted closer, coaxing Elsa to rest her head against her shoulder.

Elsa gratefully pillowed her head on her sister's shoulder, leaning her weight into Anna, as they sat side-by-side on the small loveseat. "I'm not particularly fond of the idea myself, but we did always know it would come to this." The Queen reasoned.

"Well," Anna began raking her fingers through her sister's silken blonde hair, "we could adopt, or you could always create another snowman—or snowwoman— that could act as our heir." Elsa laughed dryly.

"Adoption, maybe," She mused, "but we'd effectively end our line if we left a snowperson in charge."

"Then adoption," Anna concluded.

"It would be the best option," Elsa agreed, "even if the council suggested several times that you marry our official Ice Master and Deliverer." Anna snorted.

"Marry Kristoff? My best friend? Despite the fact I'm happily married now?" A smile tugged at Elsa's lips.

"Yes, despite that," She answered.

There was a brief silence, in which both girls racked their brains for a possible out, neither wanting to succumb to the demands of their kingdom.

"What about magic—"

"Anna," Elsa murmured sternly.

"No, I mean, hear me out," Anna acquiesced. Reluctantly, Elsa gave a nod. "Maybe Grand Pabbie can help us? After all, he has magic, and is certainly capable of quite a bit." Elsa mused on that for a brief moment, slowly sitting upright.

"That actually…isn't a bad idea," Anna pursed her lips.

"Are you implying my ideas aren't usually good ones?"

"My dearest," Elsa pecked Anna sweetly on her pouty lips, "it's more fifty-fifty." Anna's brow furrowed despite the kiss, though she quickly broke and then laughed.

"Alright, fair enough," The redhead kept her fingers threaded in Elsa's hair, moving to her bangs. "So, we'll make a trip to see him?" Elsa hummed thoughtfully.

"Perhaps, though it should just be one of us," She reasoned, "if we both leave on a trip people might become suspicious."

"Yeah," Anna agreed, running her fingers through her sister's slicked bangs, brushing the loose strands from Elsa's face. "Which of us, though?" The Queen paused.

"I suppose it should be you," She started, "unless you rather it be me?"

"I can do it, if you'd like," Anna smiled, "I've made the trip there before, so I can find it easier. Or recruit Kristoff's help." Elsa gave a small nod.

"You…do want children, right?" Anna blinked—that was sudden.

"Of course I do," The redhead assured, her eyes falling on Elsa, "you do too, yeah?" Elsa smiled.

"I worry that I might not be the best mother, sometimes," She admitted softly, threading her fingers together on her lap, "and we always talk about the necessity of a child for the sake of our throne, but—but I want to be sure that we will both be good parents, too. I want there to be love." Anna smiled warmly, leaning over to kiss Elsa's cheek.

"We will love our child, Elsa, we've both got so much love to give." The redhead slipped her arms around Elsa's nearest arm. "You'll be an incredible mother, and so will I, because of how much love we'll have in our hearts for our baby."

Elsa's impossibly blue eyes flicked to meet the warmest sea of teal. "I want to have a family with you, Anna, I want to be a good mother—a great mother," She smiled shyly, "and I want to raise our family with you. I want to be a family—a bigger family." Anna freed her arms to throw them around her sister, pulling Elsa into a suffocatingly tight hug.

"I want that too, Elsa," Anna assured, between peppering kisses all over her sister's face. "And…I want the baby to be all ours." The blonde Queen smiled.

"I want that, too," She assured. "So you'll visit Pabbie?" Anna bobbed her head.

"I'll ask him…see if there's something we can do," The Princess paused, "but how will we explain it to Arendelle? If one of us is suddenly pregnant, or a mysterious baby suddenly arrives?" Elsa gnawed at her lower lip.

"We'll figure something out." She promised. "We'll be alright, we'll be safe." Anna squeezed her grip around Elsa, burying her face against her sister's slender throat.

"We'll have our first child," Anna murmured. Elsa laughed.

"First child, hm? Anna, my dearest, do you want a large family?" The redhead smiled against her sister's neck.

"Yes," She hummed, "I want us to have a big family, full of love."

"I'd like that," Elsa agreed, pressing closer to her sister's warmth.

They had planning to do.