Prompt: Anna gets lonely during her pregnancy, and begins to talk to the portrait of her mother.
Pairing: Kristanna
Rating: T
Anna, one hand on the small of her back, and the other resting on her incredibly swollen stomach, waddled into the parlor where her parents' portrait hung. She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath as she felt their eyes on her, before sitting down in a couch that faced the painting.
"Hi mama…"
Groaning and shifting to get more comfortable, Anna kicked her feet up over one of the arms, and lay back on the cushions, just like she had as a kid.
"They think it's going to be a boy."
The silence was deafening, just like it had always been when she had felt it necessary to talk to the paintings on the walls, so Anna had decided that it was, once again, time to fill the room with her own chatter.
"I think you'd really like Kristoff - he's not… he's not royalty, so I know papa would have been hesitant at first…" She bit her lip, curling her toes in her slippers, and sighed. "But he risked his life to save me… Elsa gave him a sort of royal title… We worked it out with the dignitaries and…"
She heard the door open and shut on the other side of the room, and could tell by the heavy, clunky footsteps that it was her husband.
She continued talking, as Kristoff sat down on the floor next to her, and laid his head back against her stomach. "Was I a handful, mama? Will my baby be a handful, too?"
Kristoff pressed his cheek against her tummy, smiling warmly as Anna started the run her fingers through his messy hair. "If it's a boy, we're going to name him Joseff," he chimed in, closing his eyes and placing his hands in his lap.
"That's right…"