Dreamful nights for Anna were now few and far between. She spent them planning; the dreams she had seen enough times to commit them to waking memory. Anna didn't know how much time she had left, but she knew it was limited. Cold crept into her bones deeper everyday, no amount of hugs or kisses kept it away. Anna didn't have the heart to tell them. She had seen how hard they had fought to get her back- Ahtohallen showed her and she would never forget their faces.
Anna looked beside her, as she had done for countless nights, at the sleeping figure beside her. He had let her cry into his shoulder for what must've been hours. It would've been Elsa too had she not returned to the forest for the day. Even in sleep Kristoff looked exhausted.
There was only one thing she could think of doing as a solution. Well- not a solution per se, but a way to ensure the future of Arendelle, of the monarchy.
Heirs…
Heirs…
Heirs…
It was out of the question. It was out of the question to think that Elsa would take it upon herself to leave her own future and go back to a life that simply wasn't her's.
Anna ripped her eyes from her husband at the thought. It would be a horrible thing to try.
But she planned nonetheless.
Anna mapped out in her head how long it would take to convince him and Elsa that she was fine- that all that mess with The Little Mermaid was nothing, that her mind was free from whispers and intrusive thoughts.
She thought about how long it would take to conceive and birth a child.
Anna shook her head, trying to envision the whole concept being shaken out of her skull.
It was out of the question.