Hey y'all I'm back with this present for all of you :3
I think it might've been about 2-3 weeks since the last time I've updtated this, but I'm not dead…I'm alive.
Thank you Storm for reading this chapter over, and I'm sorry you've been busy and I hope Uni goes well for you :) Thanks again!
tlc125: I am the worst person around a baby xD I'm so awkward and my face is enough to make babies cry.. :_; I feel the love really. A little girl around the castle would be sweet too :P I'm not sure when she'll be showing up though…dun dun dun
AlphonseAl: I am pretty blasé about "boobs or boobies", I think my favorite word out of all the English Dictionary, is boobs. I mean boobs are really really really nice. Did I mention nice? I mean HELLA NICE.
SarcasticAsshole: Thank you so much I honestly squealed when I read this over because I thought this was cute, I was trying not to smile while I wrote this.
Syaoran Li Clow: To be honest, I wouldn't really know how to make Elsa pregnant. I just figured eh skip the details and let's just get right on to it. And I think it probably would've given me a headache if I tried to figure out all the technicalities of Elsa's body and her powers. I think out of all the things that parents love the most, is the time they held or seen their child for the first time. I wouldn't really know because I'm not a parent. But when I asked my parents, it was even hard for them to describe this surreal experience. So I gave it go and did my version. When I picked Olaf's word, I thought "hugs" would be appropriate. Because saying "Ma! Or Mama!" would be hard for me and the readers to differentiate which one Vin is referring to. Haha. But again thank you for your words :3 Grateful to you as always.
Coweaticecream: That's 3 votes for a girl! And one for a guy! Soooooo I guess you can already tell which one I'll make next!
AddictedtoAgron: ….Are you referring to…Dianna Agron!? I love her. Seriously. I do. Ahem…moving on. I can think about writing a brother in the future, it depends on how the other readers feel :D And I don't really want to focus on how Elsa got pregnant. The technicalities are too difficult and annoying to think about. And that wasn't the point of the last chapter :D The chapter was all about family. And Vincent being the new addition to it.
Baku-babe: O/O thank you so much for enjoying this story as much as I have writing it!
Alright cute stuff up ahead!
Enjoy and don't forget to answer the questions at the bottom! It really helps me out~
Through Food in 3 Ways
It was no secret that Elsa was actually a decent cook. Okay 'decent' was a bit conservative. She was Ah-MAZING. If she wasn't raised to rule a country, Anna just knew that Elsa would dominate in the kitchen. Gerda was not easily impressed when it comes to cooking, but Elsa proved to be a natural. She seemed a lot stress free in the kitchen, because all the sweet smelling aromas would waft in the air. Anna certainly drooled just a bit more when Elsa revealed that secret. That was deep deep deep deep attraction points there.
Hey, people always say that food is the key to the heart, and certainly Elsa won her heart that way.
Anyone loved her food, and for sure of a fact that her family loves food in general (not just Elsa's delicious cooking). Kristoff loves carrots. Sven loves carrots. Olaf loves hot soup (ironic huh?). Vincent loves his milk everyday. Anna loves soup, roast and icecream. Elsa loves eating vegetables and steak. And of course everyone's obsession with chocolate.
At least the Elsa and the castle staff knows how to make food. Anna had to thank Gerda, Elsa (whenever she had the time) and the chefs for that. If it weren't for them...uh she didn't want to think about the what ifs if they had to fend for themselves.
But was was really worrying Anna at this moment was that Elsa, at this moment was not eating...much. Lately she's been picking around at her plate, barely having the appetite to eat. Lately all that she's been consuming was tea. Elsa commented that she needed to have an increased uptake on tea because of the increasing late nights. Now that Vincent was born, she had to keep her energies up to run the Kingdom, to look after her family, and most importantly make time for her son.
It was a shame that it was tax season in Arendelle meaning even more longer nights. Anna at times could hear Elsa crawl her way into bed cursing obscenities in the air before knocking out quickly. By the time Anna wakes up and went to the dining hall with Vincent in her arms, Elsa is already gone.
All she gets a written note: I fed Vincent, and I'll be in my study.
It was terse, almost rude. And Anna's eyes would water slightly at her wife's frail form. She was paler than usual, even her snow seemed sickly instead of glowing. Colder (physically) than normal, which is really weird but that's not the point! Elsa was going to work herself to death!
A tug on her hair brought Anna back to attention. It was Vincent who seemed to try to share something with her through his innocent eyes. She sighed, and lifted him so that they were nose to nose, "You don't think I'm overreacting do you?"
Vincent still didn't seem to respond that much to his mother's distress, so he occupied himself by nibbling on her braid. His free hand curling his hand on her sternum. In the midst of her small panic, Anna smiled softly at Vincent.
Sure she loved his ill-tended habit to munch on her braids, wake her up in the middle of the night, throw food and toys at her sometimes. He means well. Vincent looked up to his mother and gave him his best version of a grin. There was no teeth obviously, but it made Anna's heart melt. It reminded her of Elsa when she grins like that.
"Alright, I am overreacting." She lifted him up the air high above her head, with Vincent squirming in glee, "Say, Vin, do you wanna make some breakfast with me?"
His baby cries of glee confirms her answer, and Anna's eyes lit up, "Off to the kitchen!"
She was about to stomp her way to the kitchen hall, but was stopped with a firm yank on her collar. Anna choked, and pulled Vincent protectively against her chest. "Ack!"
She whirled around to see Gerda with her hands on her waist, and her eyes hard set on stopping Anna from her destination. Anna felt cold sweat run down her spine, and even Vincent gave out a small whimper at the sight of Gerda in all her fiery rage.
"Gerda?"
"Princess...and Crown Prince...where do you think you're going?" She asked.
"I- uh- uh, to the kit-cheeeeen...?"
Gerda crossed her arms, and shook her head, "No you may not go to the kitchen."
"But why not?!"
"Princess...you can't tell me you've forgotten what happened last time?"
Anna sighed, she knew that was going to bite in the as-...Vincent's here, so butt. She knew that incident was going to bite her in the butt.
"Gerda, I want to make some breakfast for my wife." Anna said in her most formal tone, with Vincent waving his rattle angrily at the maid. "Is that such a crime?"
"When it comes to my kitchen, the messes you make might as well be consider murder."
Ouch Gerda straight into the heart.
Anna pouted, "But - but how will I ever learn? Mom was even too scared to teach me..."
Her bottom lip jutted out, and tears started to well in her eyes.
"Princess Anna, you know that won't work on me..."
*Sniff sniff*
"I've been doing this for years."
Vincent started to cry.
"..."
Mother and son started to wail.
"ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! Cease this crying!"
Anna grinned, seeing Gerda caught in her trap. Got you!
Gerda who already knew that she got played, she let herself be dragged with by the giggling Royals all the way to the kitchen.
Oh Frozen fjords...what awaits me in the kitchen...
1) Part of a Good Breakfast.
Knocking on the door gingerly, Anna poked her head in with Vincent in her arms. "Elsa?"
Elsa hunched over her desk with a hand supporting her head. When her wife spoke softly, she looked up and smiled goofily at the sight of her wife and son visiting her while she was working.
"I didn't think you'd be up this early." The blonde teased, her lips forming a small grin.
Anna huffed, and opened the door fully so that she can enter. "I can be up early too you know! And besides you know I can't sleep that well without you beside me." She shifted Vincent in her arms when he started to squirm, his chubby hands reaching out to be held by his 'cool' mother...(Ahahaa...pun get it?)
"And besides, Vin misses you. And since I'm your wife, I decree you are working too hard, and are in need for some baby cuddles."
Elsa smiled affectionately and took Vincent in her arms, loving how he curls around her upper torso, wanting every bit of his body to feel her cool one. She kissed his brown hair loving how silky smooth it felt against her cheek. Giving off a baby sigh, Vincent already fell asleep tired from the morning activities with Anna.
If she were to bet, she can bet Vin was going to drool, but it's okay. She was in her ice dress, not a problem, she can just do a quick fix. Ah, the perks of having an ice dress.
Whispering she looked to Anna, "Thanks love. I really needed that."
"Did you eat this morning?"
Elsa groaned, "No...this document needs to be looked over right away, I couldn't finish it last night so I really really wanted to get this done and over with by the time you wake up..."
She looked up sheepishly under Anna's stern gaze, "But it took...marginally longer than I thought."
"Elsa..."
"I'm sorry. I'll try not to do it..." She received another pointed look, she gulped."I mean I won't do it again."
Anna perked up, clapping her hands quietly, "Perfect, and now I have made you breakfast, and I will feed you so you don't waste any of my hard efforts. Because you,missy, even though you are Queen, you still need to eat."
When Anna left to retrieve the food, Elsa threw her head back and laughed, "Yes mother! So so bossy in the morning ain't she Vin?" Of course she got no reply because he was sleeping, but you know.
"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" When she returned with a plate in hand and a basket of bread.
"I kiss the mother of my child with this mouth."
Anna flushed and said nothing over that. Instead she picked up a fork and gave a slice of bread to Elsa's free hand. Cutting up a tiny sliver of egg in the fork, she urged Elsa to open her mouth.,The smell of fresh cooked eggs wafted into the room, making Elsa's mouth involuntarily water. Her stomach was in knots in the best of ways, man she really regretted skipping out on breakfast just to work.
She can get used to this, Anna feeding her breakfast, with early morning baby cuddles. That would make work feel more manageable with her by her side
"Is it hot?" As the fork drew closer.
"Not like that's a problem, you're cool." Anna said offhandedly.
"But what if it's hot?" Elsa whined.
"Elsa just eat it!"
"Fine fine!"
*chomp*
Loud obvious crunchy sounds were heard, but it didn't seem to bring Anna into attention. HEr tongue rolled over the fluffiness of the eggs, making Elsa moan in delight. But as her teeth began to mash the eggs, Elsa's eyes widened. Elsa tried to keep her face straight as she could feel the grainy texture of eggshells against fluffiness of the eggs. The funny thing it it tasty great, the problem was the eggshells were throwing her off. It was so crunchy, and it even felt like parts of the shells were burnt.
She made me breakfast!
*chomp*
I will not complain!
*chomp*
God Elsa chew faster, you're making it obvious!
Anna tried to reign in her excitement as Elsa chewed it quickly and swallowed as fast as possible. Her hands were balled into fists as her smile grew wider; Elsa was eating aggressively. That's usually a good sign. Right?
"Woah Anna that was..*cough* so good."
Elsa had to swallow deeply to avoid coughing. The eggs were lodge against her chest, making it hard to breathe, but she kept a strained smile on her face as she tried her best not to jostle her son, and worry her wife who was looking at her oddly.
"You ate that really really fast..." she commented. She shifted and reached for a piece of bread and handed it to Elsa. Elsa bit it gingerly and munched slowly once more.
And then another tense silence.
And another hasty swallow. Anna's eyes bugged out the moment she saw Elsa look absolutely sick, and she sworn that she saw he wife stop breathing for the briefest of moments. Anna handed her the cup of tea, and tapped Elsa's chest to get her attention.
"Elsa!"
Elsa grabbed her tea cup and down the contents quickly. Feeling the pressure once again ease, Elsa shyly looked up at Anna who was now focusing on the plate with sorrow. Knowing that the act was up, Elsa carefully stood and walked over to her wife who was obviously upset that breakfast was not all that it was 'cracked' up to be. She laughed a bit too loudly and Anna glared at her from her location.
She flailed her arms over her head as she furiously started to speak, "Elsa this is not funny! I could've killed you! I knew there was a reason why I was kicked out of the kitchen for the same reason that you stopped using your powers-"
"Woah woah woah woah wait, Anna that's not what I'm laughing about!" Elsa chuckled, pulling her wife in closer with a one armed hug. Anna carefully about squishing their son in between their bodies, sighed letting her frustration get the better of her. She pressed a kiss against her love's throat murmuring that she was sorry for losing her cool. "I was just laughing at the puns that I came up with in my head."
Anna couldn't help but stifle her laugh, "Puns?"
Elsa grinned, brushing back Anna's fringes kissing her chastely, "I said that breakfast wasn't all that 'cracked' up to be."
"Elsa! That was terrible!"
"The joke was, but the meal was eggs-cellant love. You've tried and honestly the best home cooked meal that you've ever made." Elsa said honestly. "Despite the stale bread."
Anna pouted and averted her eyes, "Really?"
She felt a finger poke her nose, "Really, now tell me how did this occur anyway?"
Anna tapped her chin, "Well you see...It went a little something like this."
"I wouldn't put that there."
Splash!
"Or there."
Crack!
"Um...is that edible?"
"Alright I'm just going to tune you out." Anna muttered, her tongue sticking out with utmost concentration, "Gotta concentrate here."
Over to her right was Gerda and Vincent hiding behind the fridge door looking over Anna's hunched form in worry. More like Gerda was worried, but Vincent kept tugging the older maid to bring him closer to his mother.
The former spotless kitchen now appeared to be a war room. Batter and milk were splashed all over the counter. Poor defenseless eggs smashed and dripping on to the the polished wood floor.
And all that chocolate...wasted on the ceiling.
How that get there?
With Anna anything is pretty much possible.
To Vincent's delight, he seemed to be preoccupied by the 'art' that was painted on the walls. The older woman supporting the child was trying to hide the horror on her face when she saw the state of her kitchen. She quietly murmured to Vin that she was going to teach him how to cook. Her kitchen wasn't going to survive at this rate.
Anna glared at the directions, seeing how was it possible to fold the eggs gently into the batter mix. Or gently poach the eggs. Her head started to pulse at the feeling of frustration growing inside of her. Crap she couldn't even boil an egg properly!
Why are eggs so difficult!?
What she didn't know that in the midst of her frustration, she cracked the last egg of the many dozens she destroyed by her finger tips. The shells of the cracked egg falling into the pan, along with globs of yolk. But Anna's mind was preoccupied by the instructions that she didn't see the shells being wrapped cozily by the yolk as the whole. With the pan at high heat, the yolk started to cook, with the fluffy yellow goodness covering the egg shells.
"Okay okay Anna you can do this, I mean you watched Elsa do this loads of times before. If you can't make it over easy, as least scrambled is okay."
Throwing the remnants of the egg over the shoulders, her eyes still glued to the book, she reached for the spatula and started to break up the egg fluff and started to mix in around in the pan. Contrary to what Gerda thought, it smelled pretty good from her end. Holding Vincent closer, she walked over to Anna and looked over inhaling deeply.
"Wow, I can't believe I'm actually saying this. That smells amazing Princess!"
Anna smiled and continued to do what she's doing. Gerda looked down to Vincent and thought to herself, Maybe she can pull this off.
"And here we are!"
Oh god. Elsa thought. Going to remind myself to restock the food later on today.
Instead Elsa said nothing about it and smiled anyway. It didn't matter, Anna tried her best to do something nice for her. If that isn't love, what is?
They spent the rest of the morning carefully picking out every eggshell noticeable on the scrambled eggs, giggling as they fed each other. Even though their bread was stale, it didn't matter, it was good to spend mornings like this.
And Elsa wouldn't want to ditch breakfast for work anymore. Work can wait.
2) Soup for the Soul (a couple days later)
"Oh no... no no no no Elsa!"
"Ahhh!"
"Take cover everyone!"
"AHHHCHOOOOOOO!"
A bitch slap of cold wind smacked several servants in the face who didn't roll out of the way in time. Groans and complaints of the drop in temperature, and the dampness from the snow covered the unfortunate souls from head to toe. Anna, Gerda, Vincent, and Kristoff peeked from the safety of the couch to check the damage.
Well.. Nothing was really damaged. It was more on the lines of...every freaking thing in the foyer were covered in snow and ice. The poor metal soldiers that stood at attention were now slightly frozen in place. Well more like their feet are wedged against the ice, and they can't move. Several servants had their hair in icicles pointing gout in really odd angles, no doubt that they would be sick the next morning. Anna's face was scrunched up in disgust at the sight of the ever pristine ice and snow coating the walls. While Vincent was amazed at the feat, Anna picked him up and held him closely to her chest.
As beautiful as it might look to Vincent...that was actually pretty gross if you think about it. That snow and ice itself carries all the bacteria that from Elsa's sick and frail body, and she's worried that Vincent might catch Elsa's cold. It made her frustrated, despite all her best efforts, trying to lighten up the work load for her wife, and trying to help run the country on her side; Elsa still manages to overwork herself.
Anna wasn't really sure how though she got sick in the first place. But she knew that Elsa stopped skipping meals at her urging and for he sake of Vincent, but other than that Elsa wasn't the type to get sickly. In summer no less.
So there sat Elsa on her a chair in the foyer holding her head in agony. Her cheeks were lightly flushed, and visible breaths from the room showed her labored breathing. If it was possible for Elsa to get paler, she looked like Olaf on her worst day.
Though sickly and frail, Anna through her frustration, still found her wife to be adorable.
It doesn't mean that she was going to let this go however.
"Elsa Ryland Lia of Arendelle! Didn't I tell you that all those late nights were coming back to get you?!"
She lowered her voice at the sight of Elsa covering her ears, wincing. Vincent's babble was enough to disarm Elsa as her eyes were scrunched in pain. Everything sounded amplified, every crunch, every breath, every jostle of clothing made her ears ring.
"Anna..."
Anna knelt down to her side, and urged Elsa to look at her. Elsa weakly opened her eyes to see the blurred double-vision of Anna staring at her with 2...or was it 4 eyes laced with concern? She closed her eyes and willed herself to focus. She is the Queen of Arendelle, she will not be taken down over something as silly as a cold!
But before she can even stand, Anna had other things in mind. Anna with her free hand that was holding Vincent (who fancied himself over the pristine ice still) touched her face feeling for signs of a fever. She was so in tune to Elsa's body, that she knew that when Elsa's body was cooler (the irony of fevers) than usual, it meant that Elsa was having a fever. It was counter intuitive she knew that, but hey that's what happens when your wife is the wielder of snow and ice. And as Kristoff ever so wisely explained simply, "You just gotta roll with it."
There is no doubt in her mind that she wouldn't want Vincent to get future dating advice from the "Love Expert."
"Alright, c'mon get up, you're going to bed."
Elsa yawned (cutely in fact) and rubbed her eye lids in a childlike manner whining, "But I dun' wanna!"
Anna rolled her eyes and sighed, she tends to do this whenever she's sick. Now I have 2 kids I'll be dealing with. One that's actually a baby, and a on that is an over sized baby!
"Elsa...c'mon love, you're practically falling over."
"It's because I'm falling for you..." Elsa replied cheekily.
Oh great...Casanova Elsa is back.
"Love, please no pick up lines, let's get you in bed."
"So we can frick-"
"Elsa! Vincent is here!"
Elsa clapped her hands over her ears and moaned, "Shhhh...tall fluffy orange bunny is talking too loud..." And then Elsa's head lolled over, and she was out.
And now she's out like a light...crap. Now I actually have to try to get her in bed.
A fraction of a second later, Anna's face flushed. Ugh! That actually sounded a lot dirtier than what I intended.
"Your Majesty?"
"Yeah?"
"What happens now?"
"Um well alright, everyone assume your usual duties! I'll tend to Elsa, and uh please do not disturb us for the day unless it is urgent."
Dismissing the guards and the maids, Anna slowly guided Elsa back to the masters room, in which they struggled with greatly because Elsa kept falling over. But moving along, Anna managed to get Elsa cozy under the covers, and patted the sheets down to give her optimal comfort.
Vincent who was strapped to her back in a baby carrier looked over his mama's shoulder with a curious glint, but seeing his mommy under the covers with a pained expression, it couldn't keep in the cries that were threatening to explode.
Hearing her son gurgle from her back, Anna hustled out of the room to give Elsa some rest before tending to her son. Bringing him to her chest, by unstrapping him, she saw that his tiny hands kept reaching out to the door that led to the bedroom. And damn was he pretty adamant in getting there.
"Sorry Vin-Vin, your mommy needs some rest." She said tapping his button nose teasingly. But he was still displeased, he whimpered at the thought of being away from her too long. Seeing her son cry always breaks her heart, but with Elsa sick at the same time, it doesn't make it easy for Anna at all. Trying to hush his cries, Anna thought of a brilliant idea.
"Hey Vin, how about we try to make some soup for mommy?"
"PRINCESS ANNA RYLAND LIA OF ARENDELLE! YOU WILL NOT STEP INTO MY KITCHEN AGAIN!"
Wincing, she looked to Vincent, "Okaaaaay...now we have to figure out a way to get past Gerda...THEN we will make some soup for mommy!"
Vincent just gave her a gummy smile, nodding to everything his mom just said.
As soon as the familiar stomps pattered off into silence, Anna scanned the hallway through the corner and did a double take just in case. Okay the coast is clear.
No biggie, Anna thought. This is nothing new to me. Except only now I have a 6 pound baby on my shoulder who is possible drooling over my dress and braids. Okay, I'm exactly 3 floors above the ball room, which means that I have approximately 7800 feet ground to cover in a span of 3 hours. And then it would take me another 2400 feet to past the portraits (oh wait, I've been meaning to talk to Joan for a while now...oh well) and then 1000 feet west would take me to the kitchen.
Anna bit her lip, All those rooms are open, and surely Gerda had relayed to all the maids and butlers that they should be on guard and stop her at an costs. Her title is useless against Gerda. That woman ruled with an iron fist. If she gets caught in the open, she can always slide her way out of it. Most of the maids and butlers lack the stamina to keep up with the Princess Consort. So it shouldn't really be a problem.
Anna ears perked when she heard Elsa moan in her sleep from across the hall and that made Anna nervous. Well okay then...seems like Elsa is going to wake up a bit earlier from the nap. I guess I gotta get a move on.
And with that (and removing her heels) Anna began her mission and started to slide through the hall ways.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
The shrill voice of he son threw her off, and she almost slammed face first into the floorboards, making sure that no one was following her, she skidded to the nearest curtain and hid her self behind it. She reached to he back and pulled Vincent off his carrier and gave him a stern look, "Shhhhhhhh! Viiiiiiin! This is Operation Soup: Silence Of Undercover Princess/Prince. That means we have to stay quiet okay?"
Vincent gave his best version of the "Elsa-puppy-dog-pout" which Anna swears that Elsa taught him just to use it against her; but it was nonetheless effective on her. Anna sighed, "Fine fine! You can "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" but it has to be...not as loud okay?"
Vincent responded by tapping her on the nose, and Anna knew that they were in agreement.
Mother and son looked out the curtains with their best game faces on, and the two continued their way.
And just when they were about to reach the kitchen...
"HI ANNA!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Her foot came up in instinct and kicked whatever was in her path, knocking whatever it toward the nearest wall. Taking deep breaths, Anna willed her heat to relax, she did a double take on Vincent, who seemed...rather unfazed. When she got her wits together, Anna noticed that she ended up kicking Olaf's head...again and now the beheaded snowman was giving them a airy look.
"Woah head rush!"
"Oh my gosh! Olaf I'm sorry!"
The little snowman's head plopped on to the floor with a small pop, and Anna rush to his side. "Wait! Don't forget my butt!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming."
Fixing her friend together, Anna sighed in relief. At least her friend is back...into his usual 3 pieces...
"Oh man I feel so much better!"
Anna rubbed her forehead in curiosity, "Hey? Um Olaf what are you doing here?"
Ola tapped his chin, an then shrugged, "I was looking for Sven, but I lost him." And then there was a bit of an awkward pause. "So what are you doing sliding across the hall?"
"I need a way to get into the kitchen."
"Why?"
"Going to try to cook Elsa some soup."
"Why?"
"Because Elsa is sick."
"Why?"
"She was overworking too hard."
Olaf frowned, "Well that wasn't really smart."
Anna nodded in agreement, and looked toward the end of the hallway, "Yeah, but well I'm going to try to break into the kitchen without being seen."
"Well I've seen you."
"I meant Gerda, Olaf!"
"Oh...well Gerda has the place on lock down."
Anna rolled her eyes, "I doubt it."
Moments later the trio stared in shock at the towering door covered from top to bottom in locks. Twenty of them to be exact, with a giant padlock that Anna swears is 4 feet long and 3 feet wide. Gerda certainly wasn't messing around this time, she meant business
"Holy shi-sheets...you weren't kidding."
"Nope!"
And then an idea crossed her mind, she then bent down and whispered it to Olaf who was now giggling in excitement. With his twig hand, Olaf pulled out his nose and started to wiggle it into one of the many padlocks that was currently holding the kitchen doors in place.
Anna and Vincent watched as the tiny snowman managed to disarm all 20 locks on the door. And then Anna started to sweat in fear...I seriously need to find something to block Olaf from entering my bedchambers...
"All done!"
"Alright! Let's get started!"
She felt all warm, her cheeks rubbing against the soft silk that that was encompassing her in a warm embrace. The intense throbbing waned into mild pulses of pain, but at least the elephant that was crushing her head was now the weight of a kitten. Now instead it felt like she inhaled a wad full of snow in her nose, and it was stuck there, making it hard for her to breath. The blonde contemplated about rolling over, but she didn't want to move, for the fear that the chills (that supposed 'never bothered her anyway') were going to come back. Warmth.
Something was prodding her cheek.
She gave a non-committal grunt, her nose twitching.
And then it pressed again. Elsa whimpered using her arm to try to bat the offending thing away, she just wanted to sleep.
"Sweetheart?"
Elsa did her best to try to roll over, but her limbs feel to weak to support her body weight. Her arm flopped uselessly on the bed, and Elsa gave a weak cry. A giggle filled the room, and Elsa forced her eyes to open. She squinted and hissed at the feeling of sunlight piercing her eyes. And she tried to pull the covers over her face.
"Elsa..." the figure gently pried the sheets back, "sweetheart its me Anna." Give me back my blanket...
Elsa rubbed her eyes slowly, and saw Anna and Vincent looking down on her with toothy grins. "Anna...I dun feel doe good."
"I know, c'mon sit up, I brought soup."
Elsa's ear perked up at the sound of soup. And her stomach grumbled when she caught a small whiff of the familiar sweet scent. Wobbling she sat up against the head board and sighed as the feeling of nausea washed over her. She caught sight of Vincent staring at her, and Elsa groaned.
"Bin...binceent..."
"He really wanted to see you, and he cried about it." Vincent who was looking over her shoulder, gave a small sniffle. He was really heavily attached to Elsa. Anna let him down gently on the bed, and Vincent waddled his way into her lap wanting to give his version of a warm hug. Elsa blew her nose and patted his back gently. Still being the ever the germ freak that she is.
Although very satisfied that his mommy gave him at least a form of contact, Vincent seemed to get the message, and waddled his way back to Anna, and Anna placed back on the shoulder holster. Anna then placed the tray of soup on Elsa's lap, and lifted a spoonful of worth soup. Elsa smiled at the gesture, and sipped the soup.
Before she could swallow all she heard was, "I made it myself, I hope you like it."
A small twinge of fear went through her at the thought of her making food again. After the eggs fiasco, she would be lying if she wasn't a tad bit afraid of what could happen.
Surely Anna took extra precaution this time, and I doubt I won't be endangered. Besides it looks good, a nice orangejy looking color. Probably tomato soup. And its not like I can taste anything in fact, because I can't smell anything.
What Anna doesn't know won't kill her.
Elsa took a tentative swallow waiting for something to happen. And then nothing.
Elsa was waiting for it.
Waiting...
...
Still waiting...
Wow...I'm surprised this soup taste pretty-
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
It was hot so hot, she sworn that if it weren't for her actual her human body that she would be melting at this point. She waved at her mouth, tongue sticking out, panting as she tried to stop the inferno that was burning her mouth. It took everything in her power to not scream a storm of propitiates.
HOLY MOTHER OF-
WHY IS IT-
SO-
FRICKFRACKING-
SPICY?!
Anna helplessly looked over and tried not to panic. "Oh no! Uh uh uh ELSA MAKE SOME ICE!"
Elsa was too busy panicking to make ice, so Anna reached for the biggest pail of water, and rushed back handing Elsa a cup filled with water. She chugged it down quickly, and then immediately the pain stopped.
Both women sighed in relief, and gave each other small shy grins.
And then it kicked back, as the water sizzled against her hot tongue, and Elsa whimpered, "It's soooo spicy!"
Vincent who was placed back down on the bed, was giggling, watching in delight at the sight of Elsa practically exhaling heat from her mouth like an enraged dragon (if it wasn't for the tears raining down her cheeks). Elsa's hands went to her throat and rolled up and down in the bed in a fetal position, whimpering in spicy hot inferno pain.
He clapped his hands and babbled excitedly despite the chaos that was unraveling in front of him.
On the other hand, Anna was running through the past couple of hours on how in the world did she get soup wrong. It's soup! It's practically one of the easiest things to make, and somehow it was spicy?!
I'd rather give her salty soup then spicy soup, at least with salt she won't cry about it! Anna thought in worry. She'll just yell at me for trying to give her high cholesterol. Which I would prefer at the moment.
With water was out of the question, Anna did the next best thing, she shrilled, "GERDA!"
As on cue, Gerda burst trough the door with milk on hand. She gave Anna cold glare, and handed the Queen the drink which she accept greedily, looking at the cup like it had all the answers in the world.
Anna looked down on the floor and frowned. Was she really that bad a of a cook?
The blonde finally ceased her squirming, and finally relaxed back into the sheets, actually feeling a lot less heavy. Her arms felt a bit lighter. What a way to break a fever indeed.
Elsa who finally calmed down, took a deep breath- wait a minute...she could breathe!?
She inhaled and took a deep breath. No phlegm, no heaviness in her chest, no sniffling. HELL she was cured!
She turned to thank her wife with a big sloppy wet kiss, but saw an empty space on the bed.
And Elsa pouted sadly.
Anna...
3) Sweet Tooth
Thanks to Anna's spicy soup, Elsa didn't expect to feel better that quickly. And now she was back to working. But she did promise that she would stop working so much. Elsa couldn't really deny her; it was just a fact. So now her hours were shorter, meetings were a bit quicker but still efficient, and now everything else was sorted enough so the blonde can finally spend some quality free time with her family.
That's just the problem.
Where are they?
She could no hear screams of delight across the halls, now can she hear the sounds of her dress flapping in the wind as she skids down the banisters of the stairs. And she hasn't heard the familiar knocks on her office room lately. Elsa at first thought she was sick, and wanted to rush to her side. But Gerda informed her that Anna was okay, and was in good health. When she thought it was Vincent, but Gerda eased her fears and insisted that Vincent was in good health.
And then Elsa's heart throbbed tightly in her chest. Anna was avoiding her.
Now the roles were reversed: Anna was now avoiding any reason to be alone with Elsa during meals. Elsa now trying to find her somewhere in the castle.
The servants were no help, she even asked Kristoff, but even her the mountain man didn't know where she was hiding. Her worry didn't cease for the remainder of the day.
If she wasn't working, she was looking. Any sign of her family.
But seeing that the castle was void of anything remotely fun, Elsa assumed that Anna went back into town, possible to restock all the ingredients that went bad in the kitchen. And that's when Elsa figured it out.
Anna felt guilty, ashamed, and self conscious about her cooking abilities. That was probably it, Elsa thought, but there was in no way that Anna had to particularly had to feel guilty about. Elsa loved the fact that she tried something that she has never done before.
It's the thought that counts. Besides she's learning, there's no doubt in her mind that she will get better a it. A couple bad meals doesn't make me love her any less.
But it still made her heart ache to know that Anna was avoiding her because of it. If she could just get Anna to sit down and talk with her, then maybe Anna could hear her explanation.
Hours rolled on by and nothing happened yet, and it was now dinner time. And once again Anna and Vincent were absent from the the dining table. Elsa sipped on her wine hoping that she would turn up soon, but alas that didn't happen.
With a dejected sigh, Elsa stood and headed back to her study. She didn't want to go to the master bedroom and not find her wife there. That would be too much to bear.
So instead of working, she just paced. Her heels clicking rhythmically against the wood, as she paced in circles.
Elsa wanted to make it up to her somehow, and food seemed out of the question. If she made anything now, Anna would only feel more self conscious and could potentially feel insulted because Elsa was a far superior cook. And Elsa wanted to avoid that possibility at all costs.
She wold suggest building snowmen, but it was too cold at this hour to do so. Vincent might get sick and she was still recovering from her cold.
So...Elsa was unsure what to do. I guess I could give her chocolate. I'm sure Gerard (the chocolate from chapter 8) sent some to the castle a couple days from now. A midnight snack doesn't hurt.
Everyone was asleep so Elsa wasn't worried that she was calmly walking through the empty halls in the dead at night with only a night dress on. Her hands lightly tugged on the doors leading to the kitchen and was surprised that it wasn't locked.
Well...I guess that makes things a hell of a lot easier.
Pushing the doors back, she lit up a small candle and left it on the counter and began to search for the elusive box of chocolates.
But as he luck would have it, she didn't see any sign of chocolate anywhere. And Elsa gave up. When she went to retrieve the candle, she was surprised when she saw a lone piece of chocolate cake sitting there.
She half expected it to be a mess. But was surprised to see it...perfect?
The edges were sharp and clean, the frosting meticulously placed with care, and to boot there was a cherry on top. Elsa loved cherries. And because her need for chocolate got the better of her, her finger swiped a small amount of frosting with a cake crumb and licked her finger clean.
Looks can be deceiving. But well, it is a chocolate cake. It's not like chocolate can ever taste tat bad.
Oh please Elsa don't jinx it, her mind mocked.
And then she went for it.
And oh did it taste heavenly.
It was smooth it was soft. Ah words would be a sin to describe something this tasty to this caliber. Words did no justice. It was soft, creamy, the soft pieces of bread filling was melting in her mouth, allowing the chocolate filling to tease her tongue with bold flavors. The moan she she let out was involuntary. If there was such a thing; this cake can actually taste better than sex. Mmmmmph. She was stuck in her dessert orgasmic haze till a low voice broke her inner musings.
"Your majesty?"
She turned around to see Gerda giving the Queen a half-hearted glare. "It's late your Highness, and much too late to have sweets."
"I-I suppose, I was looking for chocolates to give to Anna...she seems to be avoiding me."
Gerda gave a slow nod, and was about to head back to bed. "Thank you for saving me a slice Gerda. It taste delicious, is it a new recipe?"
The older woman looks at me with perplexed look on her face. As if a thought had struck her, she smiles and shook her head making Elsa confused. "No your Highness, it's not a recipe I made."
Elsa quirked a brow, "It is not? You usually make our cakes Gerda. Anna is in love with it, and I'm sure she'll love this one."
The older woman laughed s more, and Elsa could feel the heat rise to her cheeks.
"Is it the new baker...uh Mia was it?"
Gerda shook her head, "Don't be daft my dear. That was there before I even cooked dinner."
Curious, Elsa checked the trash bin and saw that it was filled to the brim with eggs, and splattered frosting. That was a lot of eggs, Elsa thought. To make a slice of cake?
Elsa then sheepishly looked at Gerda who now had a triumphant smirk on her face.
"It's Anna isn't it?"
Gerda only nodded, "And you didn't teach her...right?"
"I did not."
Elsa's grin only got wider as her lips opened to give out a hearty laugh. It was just like Anna really. Chocolate was one of her forte's after all. And of course the red-head was heavily in tuned to Elsa's unique palette for chocolate, and somehow tailored this cake to sate her sweet tooth.
Despite how tasty the cake tasted, it made Elsa miss the other food attempts that Anna did over the course of the week. Anna loves her enough to try something she had never done before. It was cute. And so so sweet. Why didn't I check the kitchen earlier?
"Goodnight Elsa."
"Goodnight Gerda."
As Gerda was leaving Elsa couldn't help but comment, "Thank you for cleaning up after her." Because Lord knows that Anna couldn't just make a cake this well and not have the kitchen in disarray. Elsa then remained in the kitchen by herself, taking her time to enjoy the cake. It was something that Elsa didn't expect herself to be doing at this hour. She ended wrapping whatever was left of the cake ans stowed it away, for a later time, and hurried back to her bedchambers.
Slipping into the bedroom, she breathed out a sigh of relief when she saw a lump on her bed, curled against the sheets. She removed her slippers and let her feet bring her closer to the figure on the bed and felt her heart seize when she saw Anna holding Vincent tight against her chest, the two sleeping peacefully under the moonlight.
And as Gerda hinted at, Anna was indeed the culprit who made the chocolate. While Elsa was admiring her gentle features, she noticed a not so subtle smudge of chocolate against her rosy cheeks, and another streak on Vincent's own.
With a small wave of her hand, she conjured a snow handkerchief and wiped their faces clean, loving how their faces scrunch up adorably at the same time. But as she pulled away, both of them had a small smile on their faces, and her heart swooned.
How can they both be so cute?
Elsa slowly climbed into bed, her body spooning Anna's, with her left hand draped across her body snuggling close.
"Hnn..."
Smiling, Elsa nuzzled the back of Anna's head inhaling the sweet smell of chocolate in her hair.
"Thank you for the cake love."
"Mhmm...wuv you."
"I love you too.."
Guys, don't worry! Anna will be the better cook in the end, you'll see in the Redux Chapters.
Anyways, onwards
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