Elsa was gazing at her child, realizing the daily challenges she would face. She worried for her child, and the world surrounding her. Dearest Flara, please never hide or run, I love you with all my heart….". Anna's voice interrupted her silent prayer. "WHERE IS SHE?" was all Elsa heard before Anna burst into the room. "Oops. Sorry, Queen Elsa, well, Elsa. Soooo, where is the baby?" Anna began. Elsa shook her head with a slight grin and lifted Flara for Anna and Kristoff to see. Anna gently scooped the infant out of the new mother's delicate arms. "Oh, Elsa. She is beautiful. She looks just like you and Dad." Anna spoke gently. "But why is she burning up? Elsa?" She look down on her sister's face, and saw the anxious expression she wore. Kristoff, who obviously began to feel the uneasiness in the room, whispered 'Congratulations' and silently slipped out of the room.
"Elsa?" Anna began.
'Yes?'
'She has powers like you, doesn't she?'
'Mmhmm. She does. Well, kind of.'
'What do you mean?'
'Isn't it obvious? She has fire powers, not snow or ice.'
'Oh, Elsa, what will you do?'
'I will raise her to be the best Queen Arendelle will have.'
' I won't doubt that.'
Anna began to grin. But Elsa was frozen to her anxiety about the future her daughter will face. A future without the fatherly guidance Elsa had.
A future uncertain.