A/N: Thank you so much for all of the follows and favorites and for the review! It makes my day As well, I am thinking of changing the name of Elsa. It was just kind of a 'filler' name and I came across a name that I believe suits better… so next update, do not be confused as to why it is about someone entirely different haha

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Elsa had been waking up constantly throughout the night, passing out at random moments. But whenever she awoke, her world was made of swirling colors and blurry faces that glowed under the warm fire. She could not remember why she was here, in where she assumed were her chambers. And every time she tried to sit up, someone was there to push her back down. A deep ache spread through her whole abdomen and almost every half hour an unbelievable pain made it seem like her whole body was being ripped in half.

She was not awake to see Merlin calling for help, or changing her bloody dress for a white nightgown. She did not see the guards leaving in a rush- one going to the King and Queen's chambers, and one heading out to Gaius and the mid-wife. Merlin laid her on the bed and screamed some more as Elsa began to convulse. Her body shook as her head was thrown back against the headboard.

Merlin could do nothing as he just watched his wife and waited for Gaius to come in. When he did, a mid-wife soon followed behind him.

"Gaius, what is happening?" Merlin wondered as Gaius pushed him gently out of the way. "Gaius!"

The aging physician sighed and turned towards his nephew, placing his hands on his shoulders in an effort to comfort him.

"Merlin, please. Wait outside. Everything is fine, we just need to give her some space." He guided Merlin outside and shut the door behind him, just as Elsa started to convulse again.

As the door closed behind him, Merlin brought his hands up to his hair and tugged, making it stand up at odd angles. Frustrated with everything and his inability to help, he kicked the wall beside the door to his chambers. Arthur and Gwen- still in their night clothes- walked down the hallway towards him.

"Merlin! What happened?" Arthur asked worriedly, taking in his best friend's stressed state.

"I don't know." Merlin replied, starting to pace back and forth. "We were just at the Lake of Avalon and we fell asleep. When I woke up she was in pain. I brought her here and she passed out and starting shaking and… I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON!" He brought a fist to the wall ahead of him and the fire-lit torches all down the hallway lit up to the ceiling. Tears fell from his eyes as he heavily sat down on the ground and hid his face in his hands. His magic flowed angrily all around him, causing the air to be tense.

Gwen wiped tears from her eyes as she put a quick hand on Arthur's shoulder and headed into the chambers. Arthur slid down beside Merlin and wrapped an arm around the sobbing warlock's shoulders.

"Merlin, I know you are scared. But you have to be strong. Elsa needs that right now."

Merlin sniffed. "How can I be strong when my magic does not have any effect on her, and I could lose her in a matter of seconds? As well as the child? Arthur, I… I cannot lose her."

Arthur let Merlin cry for he did not know how to respond. He couldn't lose her either.

"Don't worry, Merlin. We won't lose her." Both men knew it was an empty promise, but it was all they had at the moment.

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Elsa's head was spinning. Her body ached everywhere, as if she had been hit to the head with a rock. Things had calmed down- with no more convulsions- yet she was having trouble keeping track of the situation. She vaguely recalled Gwen coming into the room and taking a seat beside the bed, taking her cold hand into hers.

"It is going to be alright, Elsa." The queen consoled, yet even Elsa could hear the fear in her voice.

"Guinevere, Gwen… why is this happening? I have done everything right." The vulnerable, soft tone of the usually stubborn young woman broke Gwen's heart as she stared at her friend's face. Wide, green eyes stared back at her with tears threatening to spill. Her hair was matted roughly on the pillow underneath her head, in a halo of deep red. She was so pale. No longer was her skin tanned from the summer sun, but rather looked close to death itself. Gwen knew firsthand what her friend meant by 'doing everything right', for she was the first one the fiery redhead came to about her troubles on the matter. She was forced to stop using her magic, for fear of the baby being harmed by it. She no longer sparred with the knights, and- what she deemed worst of all- she could not go on the expeditions that Merlin and Arthur went on. Even as a young teenager she would go with them, so it became a habit. Now, she could not do anything of the sort and it was maddening.

But the same question echoed deep within the Queen's own mind: Why was this happening to someone who did everything right?

"Gwen," Gaius stood by the door and beckoned her over. Giving Elsa a quick squeeze on the hand, she made her way over.

"What is it, Gaius?" The old man sighed.

"I am afraid that Lady Elsa is having more difficulties than originally thought. I believe it has something to do with her magic." He sighed, "I don't believe anything bad will happen, but it will just be a more difficult birth."

Gwen nodded, not fully understanding what was happening. "Well, how long?"

The old man sighed again, tired and worried. "Probably a couple of hours. Until then, I fear that she will be in more pain than most. Until then, I think it is best we allow Merlin into the room."

Gwen nodded and opened the door, ushering the two worried males inside.

"What is it?" Merlin asked in a rush.

Gwen echoed everything she was told about the situation in a calm manner as Gaius and the mid wife left the room to get some supplies. Arthur took one look towards Elsa, and seeing that she was safe, went to assist the physician and mid wife.

Once Merlin was told the information, he walked over to his wife and held her hand in his. He rubbed his hand over hers, wanting to warm up her cool skin.

A slight pressure he got in return brought his eyes to her face.

Sleepy, green eyes bore into his own and she softly smiled. "Merlin, you need to calm down. I can feel your magic and it is very annoying."

Merlin rolled his eyes and chuckled before bending down to place a kiss on her forehead. "Even in the most dire situations, you never fail to shock me with your witty remarks."

Elsa smirked and stared at him. He really did look worried. Bringing a hand up to his face, she sighed. He kissed her palm and brought his hand over hers, stroking it.

"How are you feeling?" He asked after a moment, taking a seat in the chair that Gwen had once occupied, still holding her hand and placing it in her lap.

Elsa snorted in response and threw her head back on the pillows. "Like death." She muttered and ignored Merlin's harsh glance at her word choice. With her free hand, she rubbed her swollen stomach, "I just want our little joy to come out."

"Me too." Merlin muttered and Elsa pulled herself up slightly into a seating position and pulled his face to hers, resting their foreheads together.

"Do not worry, Merlin. I know how well you can do that," Merlin rolled his eyes again, "But I will be fine. It may be harder than most births, but I pride myself in knowing that you and I are not exactly the same as others."

Merlin gave a small laugh and leaned back to look at his wife who smiled in triumph at getting her husband to laugh.

"Someone is full of themselves."

Elsa shrugged and brought her hands behind her head. "What can I say? We aren't normal."

Merlin gave her a sweet kiss in response. He brought a hand up to her face and stroked her cheek. He felt her smile in the kiss and knew that she may be scared, but they would get through it. They had too…

"What if I tried to use my magic?" Merlin asked as they broke apart, already knowing the answer.

"No," she said stubbornly, shaking her head. "We have been through this. We will not know the outcome."

"Yes, but if we just try. Maybe I could help with the pain-…"

"Merlin," she cut him off. "There are two things wrong with that. One, we have no idea what magic would do in this situation. Clearly the child is going to be magic and second," she paused and looked at him with large eyes, "I may be a sorceress but I am still a woman. If other women can do this, then why can't I?"

"But you just said we weren't like others…" Merlin started but stopped after Elsa sent him a glare. From both her expression and sudden magic creating the room to seem tense, he realized not to question her any further.

"Well, there is no point in discussing this," Merlin sighed and took hold of her hand again, and added in a mutter, "because we all know that I am going to lose."

"What was that?" Elsa asked with an amused expression and chuckled as her husband blushed and stammered over a response.

"Well, either way, we are going to become parents very soon." Merlin's face lit up with that fact and the couple fell into silence as everyone returned.

Throughout the next hour, Gaius and the mid-wife checked Elsa every moment, and with great effort, got Merlin to sit in the chairs by the fire with the King and Queen. They said nothing as he plopped himself down tiredly and stared at the flames.

Elsa had only two other convulsions during the next hour after that and during those times Merlin was by her side, stroking her hair. When she would 'awake' again, she would cry and wish some more for the child to leave her. It seemed that with every hour that went by, the more delusional she would get, and the more anxious.

Just a few hours past midnight, Elsa awoke and took in her surroundings- which scared her because she could only make out blurry colors and shapes. And the heat. The heat was excruciating and she felt trapped. Not to mention that she had a terrible pain in her stomach that made her whole body just want to break in two.

"It's too hot." She sleepily murmured. Her words were rolling off of her tongue and did not sound right, even to her own ears. The tone was tired and pained. Something beside her stilled and took her hand in theirs.

"What is wrong, Elsa?" The voice said in a rush. Merlin. That was Merlin's voice…

"Please," She begged as sweat began to trickle down from her head, "It is too hot!"

She began to feel closed in, like she couldn't escape. She made to get up when the hands- whom she was sure was Merlin- held her shoulders down forcefully.

She fought against him… fought against the added pressure. Kicking and thrashing around, she wanted to get out of bed. Why couldn't she get out of bed?

"Please, Merlin. I j-just n-n-need some a-air." That's when the pain became too much. As another contraction rocked her body- one after the other- Gaius and the mid wife sprang into action.

"It is time." The mid wife- Glenda- announced as she brought out a cloth and stood by the end of the bed. Merlin's heart began to beat out of his chest as the news finally made its way through his skull. It was time. In just a few moments, he was to be a father. Elsa's hands grabbing tightly onto his jacket brought him back to reality as he took in her dazed, scared eyes.

"Elsa, darling, please. The baby is on their way. You need to stay calm."

Her breathing came in shortened gasps. The roaring fire made it even more difficult to breathe as she began to hyperventilate.

"Put out the fire!" She exploded, banging her head against Merlin's shoulder over and over again. "Put out the fire!"

Her shrill voice brought the attention of the two royals who stood quickly from their seats by the fire. At Elsa's command, Arthur quickly put out the fireplace. Gwen rushed over to Merlin's side. He was shocked. He felt so helpless. This pregnancy was making his wife act delusional and it scared him, for he felt helpless.

"Ahh!" Elsa's sudden scream of pain, along with the mid-wife's declaration of "the baby is coming" made everyone act quickly.

Arthur comforted Merlin as he coaxed him to wait outside with him, while Gwen sat where he was and held Elsa's hand.

Elsa felt a new presence in the room as a deep tear could be felt- and heard- in her stomach. The pain that shot through her body was quickly ignored as she felt a life-force being taken away.

"Get him out! Please!" Her body fell back on the pillow, her back arching up as another pain shot through her entire body.

"Just push, milady." The aging mid-wife ordered, taking her place at the end of the bed.

Elsa's face scrunched up as she pushed as hard as she could, letting out a scream every time. It seemed to last for ages and she felt exhausted.

Finally, a baby's cry could be heard. Merlin burst through the doors with Arthur as Elsa began to lose consciousness once again, the view of Merlin crying over her newborn child the last thing she saw.