I thank you all DEEPLY for the support! And especially Rapunzeline, with her long and lovely letter from 'Rapunzel'.


Chapter 11: Relief


The baby made a sound and Elsa looked down at him, "It's not you, little snowflake," She said as she stroked his cheek with her gloved hand, "I just fear I won't be good enough to you."

'Please take care of him', it was almost as though the writer was begging her.

'Don't you see?' Elsa thought, 'I can't!' Her eyes softened at the cooing baby, 'Elsa, you need to let him go.'

The baby's hands reached for her and, before she could react, grasped the end of her glove tightly. Elsa, surprised by the sudden move, pulled to free her hand, yet his grip was strong, the only way she could free her hand was to forcefully pry away his tiny fingers and that would definitely hurt him. She sighed and looked away, just watching the snowflakes fall.

The glove slipped from her hand and into the baby's mouth, Elsa looked down to find him biting and sucking the woolen material. Panic grew in her stomach, Elsa made a move to take it from him, but then she noted the cold seeping through her other glove. The blankets the baby was swaddled in had frost designs crawling on them, reaching the edges. She froze in fear, the gloves were thick! Shouldn't they insulate her powers from the outside? Did her mere presence elicit her wintriness?

She waved her fingers over the blankets and the frost receded, but Elsa couldn't help but feel the ice was different. The baby clapped its hands, with each contact, blue sparked and flashes of snowflakes appeared.

Her breath caught in her throat and she almost dropped the baby, it only regarded her with an innocent smile. "Y—you . . . you're like me." She whispered, and then breathed out a laugh, "You're like me!" The baby's laugh filled her ears and Elsa couldn't help but twirl, sending a column of snowflakes in the air. He laughed and clapped his hands, cooing happily.

Elsa smiled warmly at him and shifted him so he would be secure in one hand, she reached out with her bare hand, ignoring the nightmarish images of frozen babies and ice statues. Her bare fingers grazed his cheek and he giggled, Elsa breathed out a laugh, he was not frozen, he was not cold. His skin was under her touch, like silk.

'For the first time in forever . . .' She hummed, ' . . . I finally have someone.'

She grasped his tiny hand in hers and rubbed her thumb on his tiny hand, snowflakes flashed and landed on his clothes, he only squealed at the physical contact with her.

"Like me."

They made their way back to the castle, a feeling of elation in Elsa's chest, she allowed the baby to hold her hand, going so far as to let him stick her finger in his mouth. Behind them lay the gloves, forgotten in the snow.

By the time they made it to the castle, Gerda and several other servants came rushing to them in worry.

"Where have you been?"

"We were worried!"

"We thought the baby was kidnapped!"

Elsa shook her head in a placating manner, "No need to fret, we had just gone for a midnight walk," She looked at the baby and cooed, "Didn't we, little snowflake?" Returning her attention to them, she said in her authoritative tone, "I'd like his crib to be moved to my room and a bath to be prepared for him."

'Someone like me.'


Oh my, what's that? YES I PARODIED WITH THE SONG AND NO I'M NOT SORRY.

The way I see it is that because they're both in possession of ice and snow, they shall react. But Elsa's is stronger and older than baby's, so baby's would not come full force, as we saw before when his ice was shy of her in chapter 7. The reason, however, behind baby's ice coating the blankets was that he was comforted with the presence of another ice magic, a familiar presence, and babies are comforted with familiarity, so he would-...*snort* let it go. Does this make sense? No?

And yes, I'm aware that I'm teasing you with the hidden name, guilty.

*taps fingerpads evilly* now the fluff truly begins, hehehehe.