A/N: Sorry if this is a bit delayed, I wrote Elsa's birth first but realised that was too big of a time jump to add in and I figured you would want some fluff from their honeymoon. Also, as a heads up this isn't supposed to be a historically accurate story, yes, I take inspiration from the early to mid 19th century but it isn't a dead set retelling of the times. I make references to events such as William and Victoria of Albion and in later chapters older kingdoms of Europe, but it won't be just a historical account of what's going on because remember this is a Disney story not an actual historical account. Also, the trenches that Agnarr fought in were inspired by the siege of Sebastopol in the Crimean war, not the first world war. That being said; enjoy!
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Iduna stood in the cathedral once again, the white banners and ribbons still adorning the interior. Another crowd had gathered for the spectacle, this time only her walking up the aisle as Agnarr stood from the front pew, smiling warmly at her to sooth her shaking hands. The bishop was smiling too, perched just in front of the great stone altar, holding a wooden staff on his shoulder. Iduna reached the foot of the bishop and knelt on a mauve cushion, its soft fabric sinking lightly under her weight. The bishop recited old prayers in a forgotten language, the mumble of the crowd growing silent as the ceremony reached a climax. Iduna blinked and before she knew it was standing in front of the priest again but facing the crowd who were cheering. A silver crown weighed heavily on her head and a sceptre rested lightly against her shoulder. She searched for Agnarr and found his face beaming with pride.
"Behold, Queen Iduna of Arendelle!" the priest shouted and the crowd erupted into an even greater cacophony of noise.
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Agnarr had refused to tell her their destination, the eagerness to surprise her clear in his eyes. With a reluctant sigh she had accepted him not telling her and instead waited expectantly in the carriage; suitcases and bags being loaded up on its back.
"You're still not telling me where we're going?" she asked.
"No, I'll only tell you that you'll enjoy it" Agnarr's youthful smiled warmed her heart again. "Could I appease you with some chocolates?" he pulled out a small box from the small bag by his feet and offered her one.
"You can always appease me with chocolates" she smiled and accepted one, popping it in her mouth.
The journey wound through the city, the adoring dwellers coming out to greet their new King and Queen, the towering wooden and brick houses providing shelter from the early march sun. The cart wound higher and higher, the packed streets giving way to the thinly spaced farmsteads and the odd shop along the cobbled track. Soon the cobbles turned to gravel, and the houses came to a halt. Iduna looked out the window, taking in the beautiful mountains towering high above them to the right, and to the left the Fjord stretched out beyond the horizon to the open sea, glittering in the faint distance. The tips of the mountains were crowned with the brilliant white of pure snow, and the north mountain in the distance stood up like a bristled spine amidst the rough ridges of the lower mountains.
"It's beautiful up here" Iduna said, snuggling up next to Agnarr.
"It's the best place I the world. Perfect for our honeymoon." Agnarr curled in around her, the breeze from the open window and the rhythmic sway of the carriage relaxing him.
"It can be just you and I, not the king and queen" Iduna said sleepily, yawning from the few 'restless' nights.
"At last. Iduna and Agnarr, just us two." he pressed a loving kiss to her chocolatey hair. "Do you remember when you woke me up in the middle of the night to look at a comet?" Agnarr asked, a snorting laugh erupting from Iduna.
"And you nearly fell out of the bed with fear!" her giggled made Agnarr's heart burst.
"Hey, it's not every day you get yanked out of bed in the middle of the night!" Agnarr blushed.
"It is nowadays!" Iduna burst into a cackle as Agnarr grew beetroot red, swatting at her arm playfully.
"And I wonder whose fault that is?" he quipped, smirking.
"hey, it takes two to tango!" she burst out laughing again and he conceded, joining in.
"We're almost here" he said, leaning out the window and seeing the little red house nestled on the mouth of the forest.
"Where is here?" Iduna asked, leaning out from the other side and joining him.
"Here is not too far from there and a little bit further from nowhere" he replied, smiling warmly. The carriage came to a stop and Iduna looked at the house. Wooden beams painted a deep red graced its structure and small windows made with crisscrossed patterns of glass were sunk into the pale honey colour of the main building. A small fence guarded a front garden filled with lilacs and crocuses, blooming brilliantly in the early march sunlight.
"It's beautiful Agnarr" Iduna threw herself at Agnarr and smiled, his arms wrapping around her back and hugging her slim body next to his. He broke contact and heaved a chest from the carriage to the door of the house. Taking an old brass key from his tunic pocket he unlocked the door and revealed a warm house inside. The fire was burning away, and a kettle of hot water was already boiling over the hearth. An old servant nodded to the king and left the house, sitting on the carriage silently. Within a secodn the carriage had moved off and began to disappear into the distance. Iduna and Agnarr stood in the front garden, taking in the scenic beauty around them.
"We're alone!" Iduna exclaimed, throwing her hands up in celebration before launching herself at the young king, knocking him off balance and sending him crashing to the floor. They clambered up from the little stone path and rushed the dust off each other before colliding together once more in a deep kiss.
"I love you" he said, breaking them apart ever so slightly so their noses were just touching.
"I know, and I love you too" she closed the gap with a chaste kiss, never getting used to the electric sparks shooting around her body at every touch.
"Come on, that kettle will boil dry if we stand out here like lovesick teenagers kissing all day" he heaved both of their bags through the door and embraced the warmth of the cottage.
"We are lovesick teenagers! And kissing all day doesn't sound too bad!" she said, taking in the light interior of the room. Dried herbs hung from the rafters, leaving a pleasant earthy smell in the lower living room. Iduna traced her hand through the green branches, inhaling the soothing fragrance, losing herself to memories of a great boiling pot of stew over a campfire, Lavvus gathered around the great firepit.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Agnarr asked, the blond boy standing in the staircase.
"Are you saying I'm not worth a shilling?" Iduna asked, smiling at the blush on his cheeks. "I'm thinking of the forest. I'm sad that our children won't know what it's like" a lamenting look graced her face.
"They might yet, the forest may be freed, and the spirits might come back."
"Only Ahtohallan knows" Iduna resigned, sighing. "Come, let's forget about the past. We have a future ahead of us and a family to look forward to. I do believe I am yet to see the upstairs section of the cottage yet." Iduna turned round and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
"I can give you a detailed tour don't worry." Agnarr smiled, nuzzling her neck making her squeak loudly and burst into a fit of giggles.
"Especially of the bedroom" she said, dark blue eyes filled with an excited mirth.
Fighting to stop the blush spreading up his face he replied. "If my lady wishes it"
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The two cuddled together in the double bed, bodies pressed tightly against each other under the fluffy duvet and warm blankets enlivened with a simple rosemaling.
"How many days do we have here?" Iduna asked. "I never want it to finish"
"We have two weeks, and then we have to go back." Agnarr kissed her bare shoulder, making her shudder under the warmest of touches.
"It's perfect" she said to no one in particular, gazing out of the little window at the perfectly clear blue sky now turning into a deep lilac as the sun sank beneath the mountains.
"it's our little slice of heaven" he replied, hugging her slim figure een tighter under the covers. "I have a treat for you, I have learnt how to make some of your favourite food in the kitchens and for tea you have a choice of Smoked Haddock, Potato and Rosemary soup, that disgusting curry thing you like, or fruit cake."
"Fruit cake? For dinner?"
"hey, it's our honeymoon, we can make the rules" he held up his free hand, keeping the one nestled under her still.
"Okay, my little anarchist. I think the haddock sounds good" she kissed his nose making him blush brightly as he got out the bed, her whining slightly at the loss of warmth.
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"How did you learn to cook so well" Iduna asked, amazed at the perfectly steamed fish on the plate.
"What can I say? Gerda's a good cook" his mind drifted back to the memory of Gerda hitting his hands with a ruler whenever he did something wrong in the kitchens and the following lecture about 'being a good husband' he shivered and focused back onto the plate of fish and his gorgeous wife on the other end of the table.
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"That one there is Betelgeuse" Iduna said, pointing up at the red star on the shoulder of Orion in the pitch-black sky. Billions of stars illuminated the murky blackness, peppering the dome above them with pinpricks of light in thousands of colours. Laid down on a woollen mat the two cuddled, Iduna explaining to Agnarr all the stories behind the stars and constellations and their names, occasionally getting too excited and starting using words that sounded like a foreign language to Agnarr who adored the excited twinkle in her sapphire eyes.
"You really are the smartest person I know Iduna" he leant his head on her shoulder. "Mistress of the heavens" he mumbled.
"don't sell yourself short, I could never speak as many languages as you or write as many speeches as you or talk to the council without cutting their heads off..."
"Trust me that last one is a trial in itself" the two laughed, deep heaving giggles filling their chests.
"But even so, you're amazing Agnarr in every way shape and form. I love you with all my heart." she rolled on top of him and gave him an Eskimo kiss.
"I love you too my little stargazer" he returned the kiss, bringing the two into a deep and loving embrace. He kissed her neck, catching a small bit of skin between his teeth making her gasp. Immediately he jerked up frightened her hurt her, worry filling his eyes.
"Are you okay?" he asked, scanning her face for any signs of discomfort.
"More than okay" she pulled him into her and rolled him on top of her, immediately deepening their kisses into a full blown make-out session.
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Agnarr chased Iduna through the forest, the laughter and shouts of joy of the couple brought back their youth to a time before the forest, before the war and before the council. Iduna, with her years of experience, zipped through the trees blending in with their trunks and foliage, jumping on Agnarr here and there from above and below, outwitting the king with a stunning speed. Agnarr tried his best to keep up, but the wily girl was too fast and precise for him to grab hold of or tackle, wriggling free or sending him crashing to the ground. Eventually Iduna let him catch her, his quietly strong arms wrapping around her thin frame. Agnarr followed with her, the two spinning and laughing in the forest clearing, but tripped on a root causing both to collapse into the dirt with a deep thud. Wind knocked out of their chest they caught their breaths and immediately burst out laughing. Their fingers interlaced with each other's automatically, tight grips from each hand making the other go white. The sunlight fell through the broad leaves of the forest, leaving dappled patterns on the floor, occasionally flashing over the couple and lighting up their faces.
"Is this how the forest was?" Agnarr asked "Before it all?"
"In the summer it was, spring was always a bit slower because we were so far north. We used to have a celebration for the equinox to mark the coming of spring each year and the first cloudberries would appear a week later."
"It sounds idyllic" Agnarr said, drawing spirals in the earth.
"It was, in the summer it would be filled with the brightest greens, in the autumn it would burst into thousands of colours, the winter would be icy and cold but filled with snow and ice and the spring would burst from the ashes of the permafrost and bloom in pinks and whites all over the ground." Iduna wiped away a tear from the memory.
"I don't remember much of the forest, only that you were there" Agnarr cleared his throat and cuddled close to her, a comforting hand placed on her back.
"We used to play with the wind spirit, she used to lift us up from the ground and toss you around" Iduna laughed through the tears. "You looked like a right old mess spinning around" the laughter grew and Agnarr joined in.
"Do you believe in fate?" Agnarr asked.
"Depends..." Iduna replied, mysteriously. "I believe consigning yourself to fate is lazy. Fate is manifested through deeds, not a given."
"Fate is all" Agnarr said. "Anyway, it's getting dark we should get back."
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The campfire crackled in the hearth, its warm light casting dark shadows around the small room. Two great armchairs stood either side of the fireplace, nestled within each was Iduna and Agnarr, both engrossed in tightly bound books with stories of mermaids, castles and dragons. Steaming cups of hot chocolate lay on the table between them, occasionally one would reach for their mug and take a sip, eyes unbreaking from the pages as a climactic end drew near. Agnarr noticed the flames die a little and carefully placing his book down he went over and scooped another handful of peat onto it, the flames immediately roaring back to life spitting and crackling like a raging dragon. He returned to his place and lifted both legs up, so they were tucked tightly beneath his frame, gaze returning to the story book. Suddenly Iduna jumped up from the chair and ran towards the bathroom. Throwing the book aside he ran to her, just in time to catch her hair as she emptied her stomach.
"Please tell me that wasn't my cooking" he half joked as he handed her some tissues when she'd finished.
"It wasn't" she said between breaths before immediately throwing up again. Agnarr rubbed soothing circles on her back, growing more and more concerned by the second.
"Should I call a doctor?" he asked, his green eyes dark with concern.
"No, it's okay, I know what it is" Iduna slumped back against the bathroom wall, exhausted from the exertion of throwing up the past days' worth of chocolate and food.
"Care to enlighten me?" he asked, offering her a glass of water as she gratefully rinsed her mouth out.
"I'm three weeks late" she closed her eyes and leant her head back on the cool wall, giving relief to the pounding headache now forming.
"What does that mean?" Agnarr asked, clueless.
"Thank God you're not a doctor" Iduna laughed to herself.
"I think I'm pregnant".
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A/N: A few shorter fluff filled chapters for now. R&R!
