Chapter 2
Freja stood in front of her mirror. She was wearing a beautiful turquoise dress. Her favorite. And her husband's favorite. She smiled as she turned, watching her reflection. But it wasn't the dress she was looking at. She placed her small hands on her stomach, forming her fingers into a heart. She was not very far along, but the queen had a slight bulge that was just starting to show. Freja stroked her stomach and hummed softly.
A small flutter inside her made her jump. It was the first time she had felt the baby move! Pressing her hands more firmly on her stomach, Freja laughed aloud. Oh, how excited she was for this baby!
Behind her, the door opened and her husband, the king, walked in.
"Stellan! Come here, quick!"
He was at her side in seconds, his face full of worry until he saw her radiating smile. Then the king grinned, too, that silly, half-way smile that Freja loved so much. She took his hand in hers and pressed it against her abdomen. When Stellan's eyes widened with surprise, the queen laughed.
"Wow!" he exclaimed, "That's amazing!"
"I know, isn't it?" Freja said, clasping his hand in hers and bouncing up and down. "We need to start thinking of names, soon! Oh, and the nursery, we can't forget the nursery! What color should we have it painted, do you think? I'm thinking blue, and maybe pink!"
"Pink? How do you know it's a girl?"
"Oh, she's a girl all right!" Freja said, placing a hand on her stomach. "I know it!"
Stellan smiled at that. He knew there was no sense in arguing.
"Fine, then," he smirked, "We can name her Stella."
Freja glared at him, teasingly.
"Can you even imaging how confusing that would be when I was calling you both? Stellan, Stella, Stella, Stellan. Nope," she shook her head, and her brunette hair waved over her shoulders.
Stellan placed his hands on her hips and kissed her softly on the forehead.
"Well, then, your majesty, what name would you suggest?"
Freja smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I like Elsa."