"Well my friend, we can at least agree that I can still drink more than you," said King Frederick as he slapped his friend on the shoulder after taking another shot of whiskey

"Tonight, I'm a little conservative. Just enough to calm my nerves," said Arendelle's king. He then got up to show Frederick out.

"I see. Well, this has been the most successful trade agreement. Both kingdoms will look to benefit. And of course I give my congratulations to your wife," said Frederick. He then looked around a little confused, "My has the temperature dropped?"

"Well, Arendelle's weather has always been a bit peculiar. Or perhaps it's just the drink talking," said the king, eying over to the open door of the study where Elsa peaked in.

"Indeed. I best be going. I can already see his majesty has his next appointment with a fine young woman already waiting," said Frederick noticing the toddler.

"I apologize for the intrusion. She knows better than to be here with guests," said the king knowing that some diplomats were offended at the sight of children during important business. But Elsa was a well behaved girl, and well disciplined. She had to be. The only reason she'd come here was when she had no other outlet.

"Quite alright. I have a few myself. In fact, I wouldn't mind being introduces to the lady."

"Elsa? Come on in sweetheart," said the king kneeling down. Elsa timidly emerged, her hands close to her chest before finally running to her father's arms.

"Elsa, this is King Frederick."

"A pleasure to meet you," said Frederick which Elsa shyly hugged the king's leg. She felt cold alright, indicating she was on a brink of an outburst. "A timid little thing."

"She'll grow out of it," said the king putting a comforting hand on Elsa's head so she wouldn't be so nervous.

"Hopefully before she inherits your throne."

When Frederick left the king picked Elsa up, and asked her what she was doing out of bed. He was a little worried for a moment that she might lose control, but a little comfort went a long way for her. She was there when her mother went into labor and not being able to understand what was happening obviously made her frightened enough to freeze part of the library after the servants took her mother and told her to wait there. Her father quickly took charge of her, ordered the servants to bring her something to eat, and then saw her off to bed, while trying to assure her everything will be fine. That everything was normal and the sweet midwife she met several weeks before would take good care of the queen. In the morning she'd have a new brother or sister. Of course Elsa didn't sleep and only let an hour go by before she went got up looking for someone, anyone in the seemingly deserted castle.

He didn't try to explain anything this time, just rocked her to sleep. Yes, it was normal to be nervous, but for Elsa, if she felt anything, whether it be joy, happiness or sadness, it was seemingly felt a hundred times worse. This was harder since it meant that Elsa could unleash a flurry. The king in fact was a little surprised she didn't already, but then he hadn't seen her bedroom yet, which he was sure was pretty covered over. No matter. He would deal with it in the morning, when he himself was more of a sound mind. He laid Elsa down on the couch, and went back to work.
Gerda knocked at the door. The king motioned her to enter which she then said, "Your majesty, your wife."

"And?"

"She's fine. She did it. Her and the baby are both healthy and doing well. It's a girl your majesty," said Gerda. Despite the fact he hoped for a son to inherit his throne, due to Elsa's unique issues, he couldn't help but smile, realizing it didn't matter in the end. Elsa would be his heir, she was clever, smart and very humble child.

"Elsa," he said gently shaking Elsa awake. "Your mommy's fine. Come on, let's go meet your new little sister."


"Uh, what emotion is this?" said Kristoff looking how Elsa was manipulating the frost on the window. She kept it thin, letting the ice crystallize into a pattern that resembled something of flowers and trees in a forest. She even had a snowflake pattern for the sun, and was trying to manipulate the crystal to form something like clouds, but ice was strict in how it froze and what shapes it could make.

"Boredom," Elsa replied concentrating hard on the exact pattern she wanted. "Complete boredom."

"I see," said Kristoff a little impressed, a little scared, but mostly still not used to the concept that his sister-in-law had magical powers. Even more concerned his child will as well. He kept reminding himself that Elsa was an emotional wreck when she unleashed winter as evident when he and Anna found her a day later, but she had improved since then.

"It's harder than it looks," said Elsa, almost as though she forgot she was unique with her powers. What would dictate difficult and easy with them, was something beyond what anyone could comprehend.

"You built a whole ice castle..."

"I can build one of those in the length of time it takes to sing a song. This is a little more... refined," said Elsa completely focused. She then gave a frustrated groan before freezing over the entire window in a rough patch of ice.

Okay, just remember not to push her for answers all at once. She's in a good mood right now, Kristoff thought to himself. If Kristoff wanted to understand their baby, he needed first to try and understand Elsa and how her emotions effected her powers. He also desperately needed answers as far as what all this might mean for Anna.

Truth be told, despite being married to her sister, Kristoff didn't know a whole lot about Elsa. He saw her for the first time in the Valley of the Living Rock when they were both children, but that was hardly significant since she didn't even know he was there, and still doesn't know. His next meeting with her was in her ice palace where he came in after she struck Anna, and then she didn't even want to know who he was. She promptly threw him, Olaf, and Anna out without argument. He finally received a formal introduction and thank you from her with a promise to be properly rewarded. She gave him and Anna her blessing for their marriage without even a second's hesitation, but that was only quickly followed with that sly lopsided grin of hers that seemed to say, "If you dare hurt my sister or make her cry, you won't live long enough to even regret it."

Beyond that, there were few words between them. It wasn't as though they didn't try to have a conversation or two, but mostly it was just awkward comments about the weather. Elsa was used to putting on a queenly face and addressing diplomats and ambassadors, but normal day to day conversations she wasn't exactly known for. Her childhood was an obvious sensitive topic, which worked well since Kristoff didn't care to talk about his either. Politics were boring for Kristoff and ice? Yes he tried to talk about that, and it turned out only to be an interesting attempt at conversation. Elsa had little interest in ice per se. Sure, she was interested in the shapes, the colors, but when it came to ice harvesting, he lost that interest very quickly. And the topic of kryokinesis, he wasn't sure what Elsa was talking about enough to follow.

They shared their love for Anna in common and that was all. That was what earned him Elsa's blessing, and her defense against councils of diplomats who saw a commoner marrying a princess more than just inappropriate. "If any of you men can claim you were one hundred percent true and honest in your dealings, than I will be more than willing to dismiss him immediately and one of you can pursue her. That is one thing he can claim over any of you." He gained a level of respect for her after that.

"I wanted to ask you something..." said Kristoff pulling up a chair as Elsa thawed the window to try and start again. Elsa was stronger but not ready to attend to her duties and slept most of the day, leaving Anna to run the kingdom and Kristoff with little to do until ice harvesting season where he worked to secure contracts. "I wanted to ask about what happened to your mother..."

"You may ask," said Elsa. She seemed bitter, indicated by the rough frosting obviously not meant as her piece.

"You said it was a difficult pregnancy," said Kristoff. Elsa nodded. "Elsa, did your mother almost die?"
Elsa stopped her "drawing" on the window, closed her hand in a fist, "Yes," she said quietly. But she took a deep breath, taking control of herself, knowing that Kristoff's worry was completely justified, and she needed to set herself aside for once. She couldn't scare people with her ice powers just to avoid unpleasant questions about her life, especially when they might help save her sister's. And if there was one thing Kristoff earned, it was her trust and cooperation. Kristoff rubbed the bridge of his nose. Elsa gave a heavy sigh before looking at him sympathetically. "I'm sorry, Kristoff. I can't give you the answers you want."

"Anna could die, Elsa," he said as though she wasn't aware. "I know she does her best to deal with it, but it really has me worried. She's getting sicker for longer periods of time."

"Kristoff," said Elsa. "You're forgetting. My mother survived. And Anna has that same chance."

Kristoff nodded. She was right of course. There was a chance, and working himself up over his fears wasn't helping.
"If you really need to find answers, you have my permission to ask Gerda," said Elsa.


During her time recovering, Elsa had no time to deal with the two men who tried to assassinate her. Now, with her strength returning, she had her captain of the guards be able to take her through the entire scene. She saw the one in the window, aiming for Anna which was when she put up an ice shield, but didn't see the other one who was just within the market place that shot her.

"Have they talked?" Elsa asked.

"Only a little, your majesty. But one thing they did confirm. They weren't aiming to kill you," said the guard. Elsa looked at him confused. "They were aiming for your sister."