"Sweetheart?" Already nicely ensconced under the duvet, Anna stretched out her arm toward her husband as he made to get into bed beside her.

"Mm-mm?" Kristoff lay down, pulled his wife to his side and pulled up their shared duvet to his chin.

Anna placed her arm over his chest and cuddled up closer. "I've got a surprise for you."

He smiled, and craned his neck to be able to kiss her. "Should I be worried?"

Anna purred. "Later perhaps. For now, you can just be happy." She reached up and kissed him. "Sweetheart... we're going to have another baby!"

"What?!" Kristoff shot up, hitting his head on the headboard. "Ouch! I mean, are you sure?"

"Positive. I've already felt him moving around." She half sat up, too, and leaned into him for a kiss and a warm hug. "There's definitely another little Kristoff growing in there. If all goes well, we should have four children before the winter sets in."

Kristoff gulped, trying to swallow his emotion. He should be used to such news by now, shouldn't he? After all, it was already the fourth time.

But fact was, that it came as a shock. Every time again. A pleasant shock, a shock that left him deliriously happy, but a shock nonetheless. And just like the previous three times, he was unable to find the words to express his joy. "I... we... oh, Anna..." And the rest was lost in a long, deep kiss.

When they finally emerged again, Kristoff cupped her face in his hand and caressed her cheek. "And what about you? Are you feeling alright?"

She smirked. "Never better. Not even a hint of morning sickness so far. No, I'm fine. In fact, I feel great!"

His eyes searched her face before he averted them with a sigh.

"I know, honey." She pulled him close. "I can see you're already starting to worry about me having to go through that hell of birth again. But you know what they say, right? The first time is the worst; after that, it gets easier with every following child. And this is my fourth. Believe me, it's going to be a cinch this time."

In respons, he held her just that little bit tighter. "I love you, Anna."

"I love you, too."

It took a while though before they scooted back under the duvet again, with Anna safely ensconced in Kristoff's arms. First they lay quiet, each contemplating the idea and the ramifications of their family's further expansion in silence. At last however, Anna sighed, "I'm worried though..."

"About what?"

"About Elsa."

Silence.

"What about Elsa?"

Another sigh. "She needs help, Kristoff. And desperately so. But she doesn't even realize it, the poor girl."

Kristoff frowned in a (failing) attempt to connect the dots. "What are you talking about?"

Playfully, she hit him in the chest. "Of marriage, silly! Love, marriage, children. She says she doesn't want to marry – ever. She says she is perfectly happy. But how can she be perfectly happy without a husband and children of her own? She just thinks she is happy, simply because she doesn't know any better."

Kristoff hesitated. "I don't know, Anna. Isn't that her own business?"

"Of course it is. But there's no harm in helping her along a little, is there? We wouldn't want her to live out her life as an old maid, would we now."

When Kristoff made no reply, she prompted, "Be honest, Kris – would you want to live without me and the kids?"

"No, but..."

"Exactly. And we wouldn't want to deprive poor Elsa of the bliss of true love either, do we? So we'll need to give her a hand, before she ends up as an old spinster, all bitter and desillusioned."

Kristoff closed his eyes and with some effort managed to hold back a groan. He hadn't met his wife yesterday – he knew perfectly well where this was going. And with her being pregnant...

And Anna prattled on, "So we'll all need to work together to convince poor Elsa of the supreme joy of marital bliss. And, well, to introduce her to a wide variety of eligible men of course. How else is she going to meet her one true love?"

"Anna," he tried to interrupt. But he never stood a chance.

"So tomorrow, you're going to convince her that there is a true Mr. Right out there even for her. She just needs to find him in order to live blissfully happy ever after."

He was floored. "B... but...!"

No.

Wait.

He knew this. Lord knew he had learned it the hard way: the one piece of wisdom that would get him through his wife's pregnancy unscathed. (Well, relatively unscathed.) It was the mantra of survival for every prospective father in Arendal, and possibly in the whole world:

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Don't argue;

just do whatever she wants you to.

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He bit his lip for a moment. "Alright, darling. I'll talk to her tomorrow."

At least it earned him a grateful kiss. "I knew I could count on you," Anna whispered.

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Note: this was all the fluff you're going to get in this story ;-)