This chapter is probably my most favourite so far for many reasons, also because it was just so fun to write! Don't worry, there's nothing too descriptive or anything. But you'll see... :)

There was blood.

So much blood.

And there were screams.

Elsa's screams.

Anna closed her eyes shut as she continued to hold onto her sister's hand. Not that she was afraid of the red liquid that surrounded Elsa's legs, but because she was afraid for her sister. She has never heard anyone emit pain the way Elsa was doing, and it completely broke her. Elsa was in deep, utter agony, and Anna could feel it through the cries, the trembling and the gasping breaths.

Tooth's purple eyes were flooded with tears as she watched Elsa. She felt absolutely horrible seeing her like this, in so much physical torture, in so much fear. She closed her eyes before going to sit beside Anna, gently rubbing the princess's back in comfort.

The blood-curling cries in Elsa's voice was heartbreaking. The doctors and nurses breathed in deeply as they continued to operate on the Queen, trying their very best to keep their focus. They worked on Elsa oh, so carefully, but they, too, were afraid. This is something that they have never done before, an operation that no one has done before.

This isn't like any regular birth, where the baby is being delivered after a healthy nine months.

But this is a birth where a baby, conceived between two people of dangerous magic, is being forced out after only five short months in the womb.

And it hurts.

God, it hurts.

Elsa arched her back, letting her head hit the pillow as she dug her nails into Anna's hand, breathing sharply as she felt her stomach curl. The pain swished around her body, back and forth, sending an unbearable cramp to travel up her abdomen. She gasped again; the agony was just too overwhelming, she literally felt sick.

The contractions came every one to two minutes. Deep, heavy, twinges of hell, pushing into the depths of her weak body; each would be as intolerable as the next, causing a flood of salty tears to blur her vision, as if the blinding florescent lights weren't bad enough.

Her head was in such a daze that she couldn't feel herself scream anymore. Her throat was dry, and her body felt like it had been pierced with venom, as if the devil's hand was caressing the bones in her small physique. She gasps breathlessly, crying unintelligible words, pleading wordless sobs as another contraction hit her body. Another, then another.

Her distressed moans echoed through the hospital wing, like a thunderstorm in the middle of summer. Her entire body was on fire, as if the snow and ice in her veins had melted, as if she had lost all ability to create a single snowflake with just one wave of her hand. She was sweating bullets, hot beads of sweat rolled down her face and onto her tear stained cheek.

How could one small child cause so much pain to it's mother? Elsa just couldn't imagine what her own mother must have gone through when she was delivering her.

But then Elsa had to remind herself that her child is not like any other. Elsa's parents were both normal human beings who had somehow conceived a child with the gift of ice. But Elsa's child was created between her and Jack, both who obtain incredible, yet dangerous powers.

"Deep breaths, Elsa, deep breaths," said the doctor, who was fully equipped with every medical instrument imaginable.

But those deep breaths came out as short, breathless gasps. Her chest heaved up and down with every hellbent exhale, it's pace equally matching her quick heartbeats.

Anna had been closing her eyes so hard that once she opened them, they began to sting. She turned to look at Tooth for a few seconds before turning to her sister. There was a curtain shielding the bottom half of Elsa's body so that the operation could only been seen by the doctor and nurses, who continued to work ever so professionally and profoundly.

The only part of Elsa that wasn't covered by the curtain was from her chest upwards. The Queen's eyes were closed shut, breathing dangerously quick through her mouth. The room was either too loud or too quiet, nothing in between. At this very moment, the only sounds that were heard were the doctor's hushed whispers to the nurses, the soft clanging of the medical tools, and Elsa's ragged breathing.

Anna turned to look at Tooth again, who in return, looked back sadly, both as anxious and nervous as the other. Silently, they turned back to Elsa who had her bottom lip between her teeth as she continued to squeeze her eyes tightly.

A sudden gasp emerged from Elsa's lips, as if she had just taken her first breath of air, follow by a low, agonizing groan. Tears began to spill from her eyes when she felt a sudden lurch of pressure hit her torso. Elsa's grip on Anna only tightened, and Anna's hand was beginning to feel numb.

But Anna placed her other hand over top Elsa's and whispered, "It's okay, it's okay..."

"Just hang in there, Elsa," Tooth said gently.

"It hurts. Oh my god, it HURTS," she sobbed breathlessly. Elsa's eyes flew open when she felt a series of sharp, throbbing burns elicit from her body. She breathed heavily, in and out, feeling her chest contract almost dangerously.

"Doctor, is there anything you can do to stop the pain?" Anna asked hopelessly, talking to the curtain in front of her. "The anesthetics that you gave her earlier? Anything to-"

"I'm afraid we can't," the doctor said behind the curtain. "It's too dangerous, Anna. Too risky, especially in a middle of a procedure this premature."

And that was all the doctor said. Anna didn't say anything more after that, wishing she could do something to put her sister out of this torture. Despite the emotional and physical pain, Anna was still so, so proud of her sister, proud of how strong and brave Elsa was being, not only for the baby, but for herself.

"You're doing a great job so far, Elsa," Anna comforted in a low and soothing voice.

But Elsa didn't believe her. What she is feeling right now is much, much different than what Anna and Tooth are seeing. They aren't the ones who are lying on their backs while a baby is being pulled out of you. They aren't the ones who's body is on fire. Elsa's mind began to flood with endless profane words as she continued to breathe hard through her dry lips.

Her stomach began to cringe in mortifying agony, as if all the air was being sucked out all at once. It was like getting hit from the inside, like a foot cramp that had made it's way into her body.

Another contraction.

And another.

"Oh my GOD," Elsa cried as she arched her back, failing to bite back her bottom lip to prevent her screams.

Anna rubbed the back of her sister's hand again and whispered, "Just take deep breaths, Elsa. It'll all be alright. Everything's going to be just-"

"Anna," Elsa hissed under her breath. "Please. S-Stop."

She knew that Anna and Tooth were there for moral support, but she just wanted them to stop. She didn't want to hear any noise right now. She didn't want to hear anything at all. The pressure, the pain and the contractions were already horrible enough. She just wanted to focus on getting her baby out right now.

"Okay," the doctor said from behind the curtain. "And push."

And she did just that, loosing her grasp on Anna's hand as she drew out another heavy gasp, before grabbing that same hand again, digging her nails into Anna's skin once more. She used her other hand to push herself up until she was almost sitting upright, before giving another large push. She exhaled audibly before laying back down, hitting her head against the pillow, which was lightly dampened from the sweat and tears.

Anna and Tooth exchanged quick glances when they began to hear the doctor and nurses whisper something quietly to each other. Their voices were too low to hear, but not low enough to catch some of their hushed words.

"Amniotic sac...not enough...the child..."

"But Elsa's body...cervix...dilated..."

"...section...quickest way..."

Then those voices died down until they were silent. A few seconds later, the doctor emerged from behind the medical curtain. He had a face mask over his mouth while his black-rimmed glasses were replaced with large, thick rimmed specs.

"Elsa," he called her name with an indistinguishable tone. "Can you hear me?"

She merely nodded.

The doctor knew that they couldn't afford to waste any time, but he paused for a few seconds and took a deep breath. "Elsa, there's something we have to ask you. We are going to give you a choice, but you must give us an answer right away."

Of all the things that the doctor has said to her so far, this was one of the most terrifying.

"You see," he continued when she didn't answer. "Your cervix isn't dilating enough. It isn't enough for the baby to exit the womb. Unless you want to keep trying to push it out, the nurses and I think it's best if we perform a caesarean section on you."

Elsa's eyes flew open. "NO!" she screamed, feeling her throat burn as her voice left her mouth.

"But Elsa, it's the fastest way for-"

"No," Elsa breathed out. And that was final.

There is absolutely no chance that she would ever let the doctor do a C-section on her. Not because she was afraid of the procedure itself, but she was afraid of what it might do to the child.

What if something goes wrong? What if the knife accidentally touched her baby? What if they weren't able to stitch her back up properly? She knows that the doctor and nurses are professionals, but being in the positional that she was in, literally, her paranoia only continued to get the best of her.

Even though Elsa knew that a C-section would be the quickest way, she just couldn't allow herself to do it. The doctor, although wishing that the Queen said yes, said nothing more before returning to his place behind the curtain.

Ten seconds barely passed before Elsa began to feel those contractions again. Each was getting so bad, it was literally insufferable. Her stomach began to curl; she was about to throw up, much like the many times she had done during her morning sickness.

It was all beginning to be too much. She was hurting, she was angry, she was emotional - everything. She began to cry. Then she began to feel angry at the world. Then she began to sob again. Then she wished that Jack was here so that she could be in his arms. Then she wished that Jack was here so that she could rip his damn head off.

The pain. The emotions. It was too much.

Another contraction.

Elsa, much to Anna's relief, let go of her sister's now-throbbing hand and gripped onto the bedsheets below. All she wanted was to curl up in a ball and hope for this seizing pain to stop, but at the same time, she wanted to push this baby out so badly. There was no way out.

Elsa just wanted all of this to be done. Everything that she had endured within the past five months was just terrible, and she wanted it all to be done.

She just wanted her baby to come out now, to end the burden that she has been suffering with, so that she and Jack can finally be a family, so that they can spoil their child endlessly, to love it unconditionally, to do the motherly and fatherly things they had cheerfully discussed a few months ago. She wanted her entire kingdom to meet the new prince or princess, she wanted to show how much pride she has in her baby.

And to think, her baby was dead an hour ago.

And that was what gave Elsa the motivation to push harder.

She held onto the bedsheets so tight that if she wasn't in burning pain right now, her icy fingers would have froze the cotton material. She bent her head down and took long, deep gasping inhales before pushing again.

Anna and Tooth heard one of the nurses gasp, followed by an exchange of unintelligible murmurs.

"Three centimeters, doctor," they heard one of the nurses say.

"Good, good," replied the doctor. "Keep pushing, Elsa."

Elsa felt like she was going to vomit. She couldn't see a thing, she couldn't even think straight and she has never felt dizzier in her life. Every second became more and more unbearable. It was as if all that motivation suddenly disappeared. She couldn't take it anymore.

"I can't do it," Elsa breathed.

"Yes, you can," said the doctor.

She tried pushing again but then she felt her insides contract as if someone had lit her body on fire. She felt beads of sweat roll down her face when she gave another push, one that was so weak that it had barely done anything.

"Doctor, I-I just can't," she sobbed.

"You can, Elsa. You don't want to stop now. Think about the baby and what it's been through. I know that you are strong enough to get through this," the doctor assured.

She couldn't contain herself much longer as she failed to bite back sputtering sobs. She wished that she could believe him, that she was strong enough, but she was in so much aching pain, and she was just so tired. As cloudy as her mind was, she thought about her baby for the briefest moment; the doctor is right. The baby has been through so much in the five months that it's been in the womb.

And like Jack said earlier, she has to be strong. She has to be brave. For him. For their baby.

As Jack's words echoed inside of Elsa's head, she pushed again, feeling her bones twist on the inside when she did.

She felt like she couldn't breathe nor see nor hear. Inevitable tears continued to race down her pale face. She felt absolutely drained of energy; breathing and blinking felt like a burden. A helpless moan erupted from her throat when she pushed again.

Then she felt it.

Something between her legs. Like fire. Like a knife. Stretching, pulling, ripping on her skin.

"Oh my GOD," she managed to scream through the acid in her voice. Hard, heavy breaths turned into quick, needy gasps.

Tooth watched as a new batch of tears rolled down Elsa's face. "Keep going, Elsa. We know you can do this. Jack is going to-"

"Don't," Elsa fired before another contraction hit her from the inside. "Do not say his name right now."

The heartbreak she had felt when she watched Jack leave the room soon died away, only to be replaced by a severe, vicious, hellish anger. This was one of the rare times where she could truly admit that she hates him right now, despises him. How dare he walk out like that, how dare he leave her there just like that?

"Just wait...until I get my hands on him," Elsa continued harshly, cringing against the tormenting pain that was waltzing in her naval.

Another contraction.

Another push.

"He is NEVER touching me again," she screamed with the most life threatening, un-Queenly tone in her voice, cursing Jack to the bottom of hell for every single fragment of pain that was racing through her body.

Elsa's Queenly stature as a poised and elegant young woman is currently long gone, but she didn't care. No one understands the fiery anguish that was controlling every inch of her body right now. No one understands the unbearable pain that she is drowning in. She wanted to rip this whole place apart, to put herself out of this pain. Maintaining her royal and reserved self is the last thing on her mind.

But then, in the midst of her anger, tears started to weld up in her eyes. All the outrage towards Jack soon went away as quickly as it came as her heart began to break for him, wishing he was here, confused to why he left, wanting nothing more than to see him right now. The image of him walking away from her and out of the hospital room burned her mind to the core.

"Tooth," Elsa cried. "Why...why didn't Jack stay?"

Tooth gulped. She knew why Jack didn't stay, but she couldn't admit that to Elsa. How was she ever going to explain to Elsa that she is just moments away from her death, and that Jack didn't stay because he is afraid to see her go, to let her go? Tooth wanted to tell Elsa that Jack left the hospital wing for a good reason, because he loves her so much, but she just didn't have the strength to.

"I-I'm sure he was just nervous, Elsa. He is about to become a father, after all," Tooth said quietly.

"H-He could have at least told me," Elsa sobbed.

Tooth sighed. "I know."

Before Elsa could respond, she gasped again, closing her eyes shut, thus ending hers and Tooth's conversation.

Another push.

Another rip.

Another scream.

The doctor's eyes widened when he saw it. "You're crowning, Elsa! Keep it up, you're beginning to get close. You're doing a fantastic job."

If Elsa wasn't in so much goddamn pain, who knows what her ice powers would have done by now? She dug her nails into the bedsheets so hard that she could feel the fabric begin to unravel underneath her touch. Her nerves were trembling, burning to the fiery pits of purgatory. Beads of sweat rolled down her face as she struggled to keep her breathing normal.

The princess turned to her sister and said, "Hear that, Elsa? You're so close, you-"

"Stop," Elsa hissed between clenched teeth. "Don't. Talk."

The pain between her legs can never be put into words. It was just unimaginable, too unbearable. She never knew that something could hurt so much, she never knew that physical pain could exist on such a high level. She just couldn't take it anymore.

"PLEASE, JUST GET IT OUT NOW," she screamed breathlessly.

"Couple more pushes, Elsa. Couple more," said the doctor.

An endless list of vulgar words ran through her mind, silently begging and pleading that this would all end soon.

And with the microscopic bit of strength she had left, she gave one more heavy push, drawing out a violent, yet pleading scream from her lips. Elsa began to gasp and cry and cringe so much that her throat felt raw, like the skin was being scraped from the inside.

And then -

It stopped.

The pain. The ache. The burn. The fear.

It all stopped.

And for the first time in hours, everything was silent.

There was still pain in her torso, especially between her legs, but it was so mild that it was barely even noticeable. Elsa gasped vigorously and opened her eyes, immediately squinting when the rays of florescent lights hit her eyes. Her heart rate and breathing didn't cease to stop, neither did the small beads of perspiration on her forehead. Her heart was beating within her ears; she almost couldn't hear anything else.

Her chest continued to move up and down but she slowly turned her head to look at the two girls who sat by her side the entire time. "Anna, Tooth..." she whispered shakily.

Both the princess and the Tooth Fairy were too stunned and astonished to even speak up at first. They had just witnessed Elsa give birth, they had just witnessed Elsa scream and cry with all her might, feeling and hearing every ounce of pain in her voice. But it was all over now. For time first time in hours, everything seemed...normal. To their ultimate relief, they saw Elsa's thin lips curve into a small, but tired smile.

Anna sniffled and laughed lightly before reaching over to hold her sister's hand. "You did it, Elsa."

Elsa's head was still spinning. She no longer felt the unbearable pain that was ripping through her body. Instead, everything felt light, airy, like a dream. Her eyelids began to droop but she still managed to smile a little bit more. Despite her fatigue, despite her mental and physical exhaustion, she wanted one thing right now, and one thing only.

"Wh-Where is it?" she whispered.

Tooth smiled gently. "The doctor is taking care of it right now."

Elsa managed to sit up a little straighter. "But I-I want to see it," she breathed out.

"In a few minutes, Elsa. We're just getting it cleaned up," the doctor called out gently from behind the curtain.

Elsa felt her entire body drown with a new-found love. For the first time in five months, it all felt so, so real. She stifled a weak laugh, but on the inside, her heart was yearning for it. She wanted to see it now. She wanted to hold it now. But she slowly leaned back, letting her head rest on the pillow and closed her eyes. She breathed in and out ever so slowly; her head was still spinning, it still felt surreal.

But in the midst of the silence came the newest, most gentlest, most heartwarming of sounds.

Elsa's eyes immediately flew open.

From behind the curtain came an oh, so small and delicate cry. A cry that was so beautiful that it instantly made Elsa want to cry herself. But instead of tears, came little breathy, wispy laughs. She was exhausted, mentally, physically and emotionally, but that didn't matter to her at all.

The curtain pushed back, and all three girls turned to look. What they saw made Anna and Tooth cup both of their hands over their mouths as tears of joy spilled from their eyes.

There, standing at the foot of the hospital bed was the doctor. But what made Elsa's heart accelerate the most was when she looked down towards his arms, where a soft white bundle of blankets laid, so small and delicate.

The gentle cries died down, only to be replaced by soft little sounds that were so amazing, so fascinating and innocent, that it just made everyone's hearts race with adoration. Elsa's eyes widened when she saw the bundle of cloth move ever so slightly in the doctor's arms before she felt her heart flutter, instantly knowing that it was -

"My baby," she whispered.

And here is where I'll leave you guys with another cliffhanger :)

I've already chosen the baby's gender, thanks to all of you that reviewed when I asked many chapters ago. But just out of curiosity, what do you want the baby to be and why? (Who knows? Someone might make me change my mind). I'd love to know so PLEASE REVIEW!

Thanks for reading, and see you next chapter!