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Day 07: Happy Family


When Elsa awoke Anna was by her side.

It took her eyes a moment to adjust to the dim candlelit room, before they could take in their surroundings; the first thing she noticed was her sister by her side.

"Oh, you're awake," The redhead smiled—she looked tired, but she was smiling nonetheless—as she twisted her upper body closer to the blonde.

In her arms, a bundle kicked lightly.

"Look baby, Mama's awake," Anna crooned softly, and the bundle continued its wriggling.

"Baby?" Elsa blinked her eyes blearily, still half asleep, though steadily regaining consciousness.

"Mhmm," Anna hummed, leaning in closer to reveal the snugly swaddled baby girl in her arms. "You were so exhausted after she came, that you fell asleep not long after she was put in your arms."

"How long have I been asleep?" Elsa asked softly, eyes half lidded but fixated on the baby in Anna's arms—their baby.

"A few hours," Anna answered, lifting their daughter up to kiss her tiny forehead.

"You've been here the whole time?" Elsa guessed. "You must be so tired."

"Not really," The redhead cooed sounds to the baby, and then turned to smile at Elsa. "She's sort of hard to look away from. Like her mother."

Despite already being flush, and looking more than a little disheveled, the Queen's cheeks became rosy.

"Yes, like her mother," There was the slightest hint of playfulness in her tone.

"Flatterer," Anna quipped.

"You started it." Elsa reminded, and the redhead snorted.

"She still needs a name, you know," Anna redirected, eyes flicking to Elsa expectantly.

"Do you have any suggestions?" Elsa inquired with an arched brow.

"I hadn't really thought about it," The redhead admitted, cradling the infant carefully in her lap.

"Neither had I," The blonde laughed—she'd been far too preoccupied worrying about their livelihoods to consider child names, which in hindsight, might have been something to think about.

"Hmm," The redhead turned her head to face Elsa, "how did you come up with Olaf's name?"

"Olaf?" The Queen blinked, and then took pause. "It was spontaneous. I came up with it on the spot."

"Try doing that again." Anna suggested with a goofy smile.

"Uhm—well, hmm," Elsa mused on the idea of a girl's name.

"You're overthinking it!" Anna spoke hushed, mindful of the baby.

"Well, I—uhm," The Queen racked her brain, trying to find the first one that came to mind, "Ida?" She finally managed, eyes on Anna, looking hopeful.

"Ida," Anna practiced, rolling the name off her tongue. Then she looked down at the little girl, and smiled. "Ida it is. Little Princess Ida—it's perfect."

"I'm glad you like it," Elsa said while extending her hand, then suddenly stopping and curling her fingers into her palm. "Is she…like me?"

Anna nodded. "Grand Pabbie said she has magic, too," The redhead smiled and kissing the infant's cheek. "but she's perfectly safe. I guess a lot like you were for Mama and Papa when you were little."

Elsa seemed uneasy.

Anna noticed.

"Elsa, don't worry," The redhead offered a trademark grin, "it'll be different—she has you, and me, and Olaf, and Kristoff, and even Sven. Plus like, all the trolls, and an Arendelle already accepting of your powers."

"It'll not be easy raising a baby with powers, Anna," Elsa insisted, to which the redhead scoffed.

"No harder than I was as a child."

Elsa opened her mouth to retort, but fell short, because, well, Anna was quite the handful. Her reputation for being a misbehaving child far surpassed her own.

But what if Ida took after Anna—like Anna, but with powers!

Elsa paled, and Anna rolled her eyes.

"Oh stop," Anna admonished, "Ida will be perfectly well behaved."

"I'm sure."

A knock at the door garnered the attention of both Elsa and Anna.

"May I come in?" A tiny voice on the other side of the door asked.

"Of course," Elsa smiled. "Come in Olaf."

With unbridled enthusiasm, the snowman burst into the room and rushed to the bedside, struggling for a moment to climb up.

"You ready to meet your baby sister, Olaf?" Anna asked fondly, extending her arms slightly to show Ida to the snowman.

Olaf scooted closer. "My little sister?" He asked as his wide eyes peered down at the sleeping infant. "Oh, she's so tiny! Not as tiny as my flowers, but smaller than the kids I see in town!"

"Her name is Ida." Anna said, and Olaf's smile spread across his face.

"Hello Ida, I'm Olaf, and I like warm hugs." He threw his arms out, and for a brief moment both women worried, but were pleasantly surprised when Olaf simply wiggled his twiggy fingers above the baby's face. "Kristoff said you need to be really careful with babies, so I'm going to be very gentle."

"You're an amazing snowman," Elsa hummed softly, relaxing once again.

Shifting Ida into one arm, Anna reached out and pulled Olaf against her side. "Our little family is growing."

Olaf pressed into Anna's side and continued wiggling his fingers at Ida.

The Queen smiled fondly at the sight. Her little family was perfect, and she couldn't be happier.

Whatever hardships they would have to face in the future, she knew they would be a challenges they'd take together, and that was more than enough to give her strength.