Author's Note: Dun-dun-duuuuuuun

Yep, that's all I've got after writing this piece. Enjoy!

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A high-pitched screech pierced the nighttime air. Freja jumped up in bed, her eyes wide. What was that? Silence hung on the air like poison gas, thick and heavy and warm, and despite taking several deep breaths, Freja still felt like she was suffocating. Her lungs burned. She stared at the clock across the bed. It showed 2:36, the pendulum tick-tocking back and forth, back and forth. Her eyes followed it for several minutes, transfixed by the steady movement.

Suddenly, another scream sliced though the darkness. Freja was hyperventilating, breathing so quickly that she felt dizzy. She stuck her arm out, reaching to Stellan, but her husband's warm body was not there. A panic rose in the queen's chest. She craned her neck to peer out the open window, which let in an uncomfortably warm breeze. Why was it so hot in the middle of the night? Why was the window open? She had seen Stellan shut and lock it before they went to sleep. The hairs on the back of Freja's neck and arms started to rise. She felt something, someone in the room. Someone evil. She saw Edvard Beteran's face in her mind's eye, and shivered despite the humidity in the room.

A shadow flashed across the wall opposite her, and Freja flinched. She reached down, her arms flailing, to clutch her belly. Elsa. She would give her life to keep her daughter safe. But her hands found now huge abdomen to hold. She looked down. Her stomach was flat again. That was not what caused her jaw to fall open in horror. Her nightgown was crimson in the moonlight. Red with blood. Her own blood? Freja felt her face grow cold. Elsa's blood?

The shadow dashed across the room again, and this time, Freja leapt out of bed, feeling heavier than she ever did when she was pregnant. The creature, or ghost, or whatever it was, stood at the open window, it's body nothing but a black silhouette. Then Freja saw that it was not a shadow. It was a man. A small, weasel-faced man with black eyes. A man that looked a great deal like Alazair. And in the figures arms, a bundle of pink skin.

"ELSA!" Freja screamed at the top of her lungs. She was running toward the window with every ounce of strength inside of her. But her body was useless, moving like molasses across the bedroom.

"ELSA! NO!"

The kidnapper started to turn away, but all at once Freja could run again. She sprinted at him with lightning speed, her eyes fixed on the child he was holding. It was only when she was practically on top of them did she see the face of the baby. The infant looked up at her with big blue eyes. She opened her mouth to cry out, and Freja reached forward to grab her away from the man. Then she screamed. Instead of pink baby gums, sharp fangs protruded from Elsa's mouth. The child's eyes narrowed, and she let out a high-pitched screech at her mother.

Only then did Freja realize that she was still running full speed across the room, toward the open window. She saw it coming. Her feet didn't respond to her urges to halt. As she closed in on Alazair, the miracle man stepped aside and the queen ran right off of the balcony. She felt weightless for several seconds. Floating through the air, she looked down at the ground. The citizens of Corona stood below her, each person holding a flaming torch in their hand, looking up at her with strange smiles on their faces. And down Freja fell, toward the bright orange fire below. Elsa's strange scream cut through the air once more and Freja's world went black.

Freja sat straight up in bed, gasping for breath as a loud cry rang through the castle. The room around her was pitch black. Groping desperately for her belly, she felt Elsa kick and a heavy sigh escaped her. She blinked a few times in the darkness, her eyes adjusting. Stellan was snoring next to her. The air was cool. The window was shut. The clock across the room read 4:52.

In that instant, a screech pierced the darkness, and Freja's whole body tensed. Then she relaxed. Rapunzel. Slipping silently out of the bed, as to not wake her husband, Freja felt her way across the floor to the doorway and exited into the hall. Rosie stood a ways away, looking out the big, paned windows, cradling Rapunzel in her arms. Her sister was rocking back and forth slowly, and humming. When Freja approached, she let out a small gasp in surprise.

"Sorry," Freja whispered.

Her sister cracked a smiled, then yawned. "She woke up just about every hour."

"Yikes. Novelty's gonna wear off in no time, I think."

"Nah," said Rosie, looking down at her newborn daughter with admiration, "Did we wake you up? Sorry."

"No, you didn't," Freja responded. The dream came flooding back into her mind. It had temporarily been wiped for her brain, the way dreams are when we first wake up. Elsa's gleaming white fangs imprinted themselves on her mind's eye, and Freja shivered.

"What's wrong?" Rosie asked. She was looking at her baby sister with worry etched across her face.

"It's nothing," Freja said casually, "Just a dream."

"A nightmare?"

How did she know that? Freja nodded.

"I used to get them, too, when I was pregnant. I think it's the hormones. And the anticipation."

Freja shrugged. No words came to mind.

"Want to talk about it?" Rosie said. Her eyes were soft and safe.

"Not really…" How could she even begin to tell her sister about what she was feeling? This hadn't been a normal nightmare. Freja was now genuinely worried about the miracle man, Alazair. What did he want with Elsa? She pictured him standing in her room, holding her newborn child, smiling wickedly down at her. A chill ran through her veins.

"It's just…" she began. Rosie immediately turned to face her, listening intently, "I'm worried about Elsa."

"That's normal," her sister said with a smile, "Don't worry. You will be a great mother."

"I want to keep her safe!"

"And you will! Nothing's going to happen, Freja, I promise!"

"How can you promise something like that?" Freja's eyes narrowed, accusingly.

Rosie looked slightly taken aback. She reached out with her free hand and touched Freja's arm. "Why do you think something will happen?"

Freja looked at the ground. Anyone else she wouldn't tell. Anyone else she would just fib and hold in her emotions, let them think everything was fine. But this was Rosie, and she couldn't do that to her sister.

"I… I might have done something."

"What?" Rosie's face hardened.

"It… I… I couldn't let you die, Rose! I just had to tell him something! I needed him to show me how to save you!"

"Freja, you tell me what you are talking about. Right now!"

Freja was sobbing. Bouncing Rapunzel on one arm, with the other wrapped around her sister, Rosie spoke softly to her.

"I'm sorry. It's okay. You can tell me. It's going to be fine. Just, what's going on? Who's 'him'?"

"Alazair," sniffed Freja, "He was the one who told us how to get the magic flower that healed you. But he asked for payment!"

Rosie's voice darkened. "What did you give him?"

"Nothing! Well, my tears, but… Oh, Rosie, he demanded to be there when Elsa is born! What does that mean? He said he just wants to hold her, but… in my dream… I don't trust him, Rosie. I don't like him, and I don't trust him at all. I don't want him anywhere near my daughter!"

"Okay," said Rosie soothingly, brushing Freja's brown hair back behind her ear. "Then he won't ever lay a finger on her. She's safe. You both are."

Freja was quiet for several minutes. Finally, she said, "I… I think it would be best if Stellan and I returned to Arendelle. I wish we could stay for longer. You know I do. But… I really just want to be as far away from him as possible until Elsa is born."

Rosie nodded, "I understand, Freja. Your child's safety is more important than your visiting Corona in my mind as well. If that's what you think is best, then that's what you must do."

Pulling her sister close to her, with her niece in the middle of them, Freja hugged Rosie softly. Warmth and love and acceptance rolled over her like a warm breeze, and for the first time that night, Freja felt completely that everything would work out.

"Thank you," she breathed in her sister's ear, "I'll talk to Stellan. We can stay one more day, then leave tomorrow morning."

Author's Note (again):

Hold up, I'm back! I just realized that this chapter is the 20th chapter for The Arendelle Chronicles! Woot woot! That's like, enough to have a special feature chapter to celebrate or something. Hmm. I'll have to think about that. Anywasy... ttfn! (ta-ta for now)