Hello, I'm still alive and not dead! First of all, I want to say sorry to all of Days of Future Past fans but I'm having this HUGE writer block and I had no idea what to write, my inspirations just when out through the window… Actually, I kinda focused on Snow Queen right now and this chapter is already being written for a while, I just haven't posted it yet so… Enjoy!

Chapter 3: Perfect Prince, Little Princess

"Just one more push! One more big push, Your Majesty!"

Freyja has been screaming and pushing as hard as she can, tears were spilling down through her reddened cheeks and strands of her long golden hair were sticky onto her forehead from her pouring sweats.

She screamed again, squeezing the sheets beneath her until she was uncertain if she hasn't ripped them apart yet. The sound of a crying baby made her froze, blinking away all the tears in her green eyes, she looked around her, searching desperately for her newborn.

Three midwives cleaned the baby from the liquid and blood covering him while the rest cleaned up the bedchamber, getting the dirty sheets out to be washed and the other things they had used to help the Queen gave birth to her first son.

"A boy." A midwife announced; handling a pale wriggling baby boy wrapped in a pure white blanket to the Queen's awaiting arms.

Freyja held her son close to her chest, wrapping her arms protectively around his tiny body. He has a tuft of blonde hair on top of his head and a pair of light blue eyes. She kissed his forehead lovingly, inhaling the sweet baby scent.

"Freyja,"

The Queen looked up, too absorbed in her own little world with her newborn until she didn't notice her husband standing by the doorway. She smiled weakly at him and gestured him to come closer, which he did. After he sat himself down on a chair beside the bed, she showed the baby to him. "It is a boy, My King."

Edvard looked over at the baby boy in his wife's arms. "My son…"

A little pang of guilt struck Freyja at his words. Oh how could she tell him the truth? She knew she had to tell him someday, but she has no idea when this 'someday' is. She couldn't risk getting kicked out from the castle with her child. Valathorn, the kingdom she grew up in, would definitely declared war against Avalanche, and she can't let that happened.

Instead, Freyja gave a small smile in respond. "He is very handsome. He would be such a charming Prince and women will fall to their knees upon seeing him."

The King hummed his approval, nodding his head as he studied the baby's face. "What should we call him?"

Freyja tilted her head to a side, clear green eyes meeting the baby's light blue ones. "Armando. Prince Armando."

"A perfect heir to the throne of Avalanche." Edvard said, running the back of his hand down his Queen's jaw line. "First of his name, Armando of the House of Avalanche and Valathorn, the Perfect Prince."

The Queen smiled, kissing Armando's forehead again as his Father gave him his blessings. "My Perfect Prince…" she murmured quietly only for her son to hear. He might not be Edvard's biological child, but he was still her child. And she would do everything to make sure he won't feel like a stranger in the castle, he would be respected just like a legal Prince would be…

~O~

Freyja didn't expect herself to be back in that one specific situation again, but she didn't mean that she wasn't overjoyed about it. She has once again held a pale wriggling newborn baby in her arms, her golden hair were sticky on her forehead by the sweat pouring down from her, but she could care less about it. All her attention was stole by the tiny baby in her arms, the baby who has pale blonde tuft of hair on top of its round head and a pair of sapphire blue eyes staring back at her.

Her baby girl…

This one was purely the product of her love with Edvard, a legal child from her marriage to the king, not only her daughter, but their little Princess. Of course, she had promised her little boy that she would love him and his new little sister equally. It was how Edvard would see him which troubled her mind dearly…

"Mama?"

Freyja looked up and smiled at her three years old Prince standing by the doorway with her husband. "Is it just me or the two of you has the same habit of standing by the doorway?" she questioned before smiling; gesturing for the two to come in. "Do you want to see your new sister, Armando?"

The three years old boy climbed up to his Mother's bed, hovering up to get a view of the newborn baby. "What is her name?"

"Well… there are so many choices." Freyja admitted, looking up at her husband standing by the bed. "There are Elsa, Anna, Elaine, Idun and a few more…"

"-But we've decided on a perfect one." Edvard said, patting the boy's shoulder. He smiled at his wife, who smiled back in return as she allowed him to tell the name to the boy. "Princess Vinter of Avalanche."

Armando turned back to the baby in his Mother's arms. She was wide awake and currently was playing with her own saliva, blowing raspberry and giggling happily.

"Ew… she's playing with her own spit!" Armando exclaimed, scrunching up his nose. "Disgusting!"

Freyja chuckled and wiped the saliva away from Vinter's small lips with her thumb. "Almost every baby is like that, my dear boy."

"Well I don't want to get spitted by her." Armando said seriously, crossing his arms. He looked at the baby in his Mother's arms. "You're a Princess. You don't spit on people because that's inappropriate. You should know that, Little Princess."

*Idun, if you didn't know, is apparently the official name of the late Queen of Arendelle, Elsa and Anna's Mother. It was found out after someone actually translate the writing on her tombstone, you can check Disney Wiki if you don't believe me.