JQ: Inspired by all those times I've watched dads set up baby cribs.


"You really don't have to do that on your own, dear. Really; we can find someone to make them for us." Elsa told her wife, as she stubbornly began throwing tools here and there. Elsa began to dodge the projectiles, as they came her way. "Please, Fría; I don't want to cause you the trouble."

"Babe; chill. I got this." Fría insisted. Elsa's face contorted in disgust.

"You did not just tell me to 'chill'." Elsa said as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, baby."

"What helps me sleep at night is you." Elsa told her, "And I'd prefer cuddling with you, without having to be mindful of your severe back problems."

"Every member of staff is doing something, today and it's my day off. Also, In case you haven't noticed," Fría said, pointing to the three tiny infants, laid down in a crib, "we only have one crib and three babies."

"They fit nicely, in there." Elsa attempted to argue.

"Hate to break it to ya, Icy; they're gonna get bigger." Fría said. The blonde queen sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Of all the people to get stuck with, it had to be the most stubborn woman, in all of existence?

"At least ask Kristoff to help you." Elsa instructed but Fría just shook her head.

"I did. He's busy." Fría told her before continuing to rummage through her tools, "He's coming over to give me instructions on the structure of the cribs, though!" Elsa rolled her eyes, but had to admit that Fría was downright adorable when she was determined to do a certain task. The current task, of course, was making two extra cribs for the babies that surprised them just a few days ago.

Really, that was the biggest surprise of the decade; not a queen with magic powers; not said queen marrying a woman. No, all of Arendelle immersed themselves into the royal triplets and kept speculating on who was going to be named the crown princess. Elsa found that her subjects' infatuation with that over, literally anything else, was odd. However Hilda and Gerda warned her that her child was to be the talk of the town. Elsa didn't know that it would be so literal. All in all, royal babies had quite the entourage.

"I still can't get over that..." Elsa muttered to herself, walking over to the crib to look at her prized possessions. As she looked down at her daughters, she smiled. They were sound asleep, all curled up into one another. Their little chests rising and falling to their little breaths. Elsa couldn't imagine loving someone so much more than anything in the world, let alone four of them.

"GAH! SON OF A BITCH!" Fría wailed, after dropping a hammer on her foot. Elsa rolled her eyes again.

Make that 'sometimes four of them'.

"No swearing near the kids!" Elsa whispered, harshly, trying her best to scold her wife while allowing the kids to sleep. It was Fría's turn to roll her eyes. This new life, of hers, was going to be one hell of a ride.

She could hardly wait.