I gave you guys too much misery that I literally skipped to this story instead of the one before this just so you guys can be happy for a change lol
Also, if you want to hate, please do it right. I'm done with people calling Hans a murderer without the prove that he ever killed anyone, attempted to yes, but he had not yet take anyone's life so please, do it right next time. Thank you.
She had enough children to know.
When the morning discomfort became more apparent during her meeting with her Council, she just... knew.
And she had given birth more than enough to remain calm and not to cause unnecessary commotion... yet.
Caressing the underside of her belly as she sat at the head of the long table, she kept her focus on the matter at hand while tapping her fingers against the mahogany.
"My Queen," Kai cleared his throat to gain her attention, interrupting her well-paced rhythm of breathing. "Is everything alright? Should we post-pone the meeting?"
"Yes, everything is alright." She waved her hand dismissively at the men that has turned their attention to the Queen. "But Kai, I believe you should reschedule the upcoming others."
The senior advisor was silent for a moment before nodding. "Very well, Your Majesty."
It ended earlier than she would have thought; her Council has perhaps noticed her discomfort and was kind enough not to push her further.
She still held her head high, still able to stand on her own two feet and walked out of the meeting room, her ladies-in-waiting greeted her by the door as they were not allowed to listen to royal discussion.
And she didn't head for her bedchamber, didn't even tell her ladies-in-waiting of what she was feeling, instead she went to her study to work on the paperwork stacked at her table, besides babies tend to take their time.
She went through half a stack before the discomfort came more noticeable and stronger, making her shift in her chair but not yet raise enough suspicion for her ladies-in-waiting to approach her.
"You're eager." The Queen whispered as she smiled, feeling her child squirm inside of her as she ran her hand over her stomach. "Go ahead, take your time, I've cleared my schedule just for you."
Honestly, she shouldn't have said it.
Because her child didn't take time like she had told it to.
She just barely reached the end of the stack when she felt the familiar wetness staining her dress.
"Mary," she called one of the ladies that were nearest to her, making the young woman turned her attention from the book in hand. "Please fetch the midwives, my water just broke."
Her legs were already up by the time he came in.
The King took no time and went straight to be by his wife's side, taking her hand as he took the sight of her.
They had five children already, yet still he was still amazed on how exquisite she looked, no matter how she was covered in sweat and how her hair stuck to her face and neck, she was still the most beautiful woman he ever laid his eyes on, glowing in childbirth.
"I heard you still attend meetings and work on your paperwork despite knowing you are in labor." Still he could not help the scolding, because his wife could be so stubborn at the most inconvenient time possible and often push herself over to her limit.
"Babies," her hand tightened around his as she whimpered through another contraction. "-take some time to be born, I've been through this multiple times."
Sighing, as he knew an actual arguing would only foul his wife's mood and could result in him being kicked out of the room, he moved a strand of hair out of her face before kissing her forehead instead. "This one clearly doesn't."
"She's eager."
That raised his eyebrow in interest as he looked at his wife. "'She'?"
Nodding, Elsa smiled up at the auburn haired man. "It's a she, trust me."
The moment their children came running in, Hans knew that it would not be quiet.
It was the first time Michael and Kayla see a newborn baby, unlike the three others, so naturally they were the most excited ones, climbing onto the bed to peer into the bundle in their mother's arms.
"Is a boy or a girl?" The platinum blonde haired girl asked, head tilted to the side as she looked at her mother.
"A girl." Elsa smiled as she shifted the baby, who has started to stir in her sleep from the new voices around her. "And her name is Abigail."