Queen Elsa sat in her private chamber, staring out the frosted window of her ice palace. The mountains of Arendelle sparkled in the distance, the snowflakes swirling in the crisp air, and normally, the sight would calm her, reminding her of the deep connection she had with the cold and ice. But today, her heart wasn't calm. It pounded in her chest, heavy with uncertainty, anticipation—and fear. Her hand rested instinctively on her stomach, which, only in the past few days, had begun to feel different. She wasn't the one to ignore her body, and though she had tried to dismiss the signs as simple stress or exhaustion, she knew deep down that something was off. And now, after a visit to the palace doctor, the truth was undeniable:

She was pregnant.

The idea seemed impossible at first.

Elsa had always viewed herself as separate from such things, her life too consumed with responsibility, duty, and, of course, the magic that had set her apart since childhood. Falling in love with Kristoff had changed her world, allowing her to experience a happiness she hadn't even known she was capable of. But becoming a mother? The thought left her feeling overwhelmed, and for the first time in a long time, she felt uncertain of her own strength. The doctor's words still echoed in her mind.

"You're pregnant, Your Majesty."

The doctor had been thorough, kind, but firm.

The tests were conclusive.

Elsa, the Queen of Arendelle, was carrying a child—and that child belonged to Kristoff.

Kristoff.

Her heart squeezed at the thought of him.

How will he react? Will he want the baby? Will he still want to be with me?

Kristoff Bjorgman, with his boundless energy, warmth, and humor, had been a constant source of support for her ever since their relationship had deepend. He was everything she hadn't known she needed—a steady rock in the unpredictable world she navigated as the Queen of Arendelle. Kristoff would be a wonderful father—there was no doubt in her mind about that. But was she ready? Was he ready? The weight of her responsibilities as queen seemed to press down on her even harder now. Her relationship with Kristoff was relatively new, even though their bond had been growing for years. The news of a baby was so sudden, and she feared how it would change things—not only between them but for her entire kingdom. She paced the room, the ice beneath her feet cracking faintly with each step. Her mind raced, her emotions tangled in a storm of thoughts.

Conceal, don't feel. Conceal, don't feel. Conceal don't—

"Elsa?"

A voice startled Elsa, and she turned to see her sister, Anna, standing in the doorway. She tried to mask her anxiety, but she knew Anna could read her too well.

Anna stepped inside, her green eyes filled with concern as she approached her sister.

"What's going on? You look…like you've seen a ghost," she said with a gentle laugh, though it was clear she was worried.

Elsa sighed, her shoulders slumping. She could never hide anything from Anna, especially not something this big.

"I-I…I don't even know how to say this," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Anna's eyes widened.

"Elsa, you're scaring me. What happened? Is everything okay?"

Elsa took a deep breath, steadying herself.

"Anna…I'm…I'm pregnant."

The room fell into stunned silence.

Anna blinked, her mouth dropping open slightly as she processed the news.

"You're…what?" she finally managed to say, her voice rising with disbelief.

Elsa nodded, her heart pounding in her chest.

"I'm pregnant, Anna. The doctor confirmed it this morning."

For a moment, Anna just stared at Elsa, as if waiting for her to reveal it was all a joke. But when Elsa didn't say anything else, her face slowly broke into a huge toothy grin.

"Oh my God!" she squealed, throwing her arms around Elsa.

"Elsa, that's amazing!"

Elsa stood stiffly in her sister's embrace, still not sure how to feel herself.

"Is it?" she asked quietly.

Anna pulled back, looking at Elsa with confusion.

"Of course it is! You and Kristoff—this is huge! You're going to be a mom!"

Elsa bit her lip.

"I just…I wasn't expecting this. I don't know if I'm ready, Anna."

Anna's face softened, and she took Elsa's trembling hands in hers.

"Hey, Els, I get it. It's a lot to take in. But you're one of the strongest people I know! You've handled everything life's thrown at you—and this will be no different."

Elsa smiled faintly, but the uncertainty still gnawed at her.

"What about Kristoff?" she asked.

"I don't even know how to tell him."

Anna's eyes lit up.

"Oh, Kristoff will be over the moon! He's going to be the best dad ever! You know that."

"I know he'll be happy," Elsa admitted.

"But what if this changes everything? We've only just started our lives together. What if he's not ready?"

Anna shook her head, a determined look on her face.

"Kristoff loves and adores you, Elsa. And you're not in this alone. You'll figure it out together. Trust me. And I'm here too. We promised to be here for each other through everything, remember?"

Elsa nodded, though her nerves hadn't entirely settled.

"I just need to find the right moment to tell him."

Anna grinned mischievously.

"Well, you better do it soon, or I might just burst and tell him myself!"

Elsa laughed despite herself, grateful for her sister's optimism.

"Alright, I'll tell him soon. But on my own terms."

Later that day, Elsa found herself standing at the edge of North Mountain, overlooking the glittering landscape of Arendelle. The snow crunched underneath her boots as she gazed at the horizon, her mind still swirling with thoughts of the future. She had always felt more at ease in the mountains, away from the responsibilities and pressures of the palace. Here, she felt free. But today, even the stillness of the snow couldn't quiet her racing thoughts.

"Elsa."

A familiar voice called Elsa's name from behind, and she turned to see Kristoff approaching. She gulped back a lump rising in her throat.

Just tell him. He'll understand.

"Hey, I've been looking all over for you!" Kristoff said, pulling Elsa into a warm hug as soon as he reached her, a broad grin lighting up his face.

He had been out tending to Sven, no doubt preparing for some new adventure in the mountains.

"Everything alright? You seemed a little off earlier."

Elsa hesitated, feeling the weight of the news she carried. How could she possibly find the words to tell him? But when she looked deep into his eyes, full of love and concern, she knew she couldn't keep it from him any longer.

Here goes nothing.

"Kristoff, there's something I need to tell you," she began, her voice trembling slightly.

Kristoff frowned, sensing the seriousness in Elsa's tone.

"What is it? You're scaring me."

Elsa took a deep breath, gathering her courage.

"Kristoff…I'm…I'm pregnant."

The words hung in the air between them, and for a moment, Kristoff just stared at Elsa, his mouth slightly open in shock.

"You're…what?" he finally asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm pregnant," Elsa repeated, her heart pounding in her chest.

"I found out this morning."

Kristoff blinked, his mind racing as he tried to process what Elsa had just said.

"We're…we're having a baby?"

Elsa nodded, her breath catching in her throat.

"Yes, Kristoff. We're having a baby."

For a long moment, there was only silence.

Elsa's heart raced, her nerves on edge as she waited for Kristoff's reaction.

But then, slowly, a wide grin spread across Kristoff's face, his eyes lighting up with joy.

"We're having a baby!" he exclaimed, pulling Elsa into a tight embrace.

"Oh my God, Elsa! This is incredible!"

Elsa let out a shaky breath, her heart swelling with relief as she wrapped her arms around Kristoff. His excitement was infectious, and for the first time since learning she was pregnant, she allowed herself to feel a flicker of happiness.

"I wasn't sure how you'd feel," she admitted, her voice soft.

Kristoff pulled back, looking at Elsa with a mixture of disbelief and amusement.

"How could you think I wouldn't be happy? This is the best news I've ever gotten!"

Elsa smiled, her worries beginning to melt in the warmth of Kristoff's embrace.

"I just…I wasn't expecting this. It's a lot to take in."

Kristoff nodded understandingly, his expression softening.

"Yeah, it's a lot. But we'll figure it out. Together."

Elsa felt a weight lift from her shoulders at Kristoff's words.

Together.

That was all she needed to hear.

Kristoff cupped Elsa's face in his hands, his thumb gently brushing over her cheek.

"You're going to be an amazing mom, Elsa. I know it."

Tears welled up in Elsa's eyes, her emotions finally bubbling to the surface.

"And you'll be an amazing dad."

Kristoff grinned, his eyes shining with excitement.

"We're going to have a little snowflake of our own."

Elsa laughed through her tears, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. She had always thought of herself as separate from the rest of the world, her magic setting her apart from others. But now, with Kristoff by her side, and a child on the way, she felt more connected than ever before. And for the first time, she allowed herself to imagine what the future would look like—sharing her life with Kristoff, building a family with him. The thought filled her with a sense of hope and excitement she hadn't expected.

"We're really doing this," she said softly, her voice filled with awe.

Kristoff nodded, wrapping his arms around Elsa as they gazed out at the snowy landscape.

"Yeah," he whispered.

"We are."

The following weeks were a whirlwind of preparation and excitement.

The news of Elsa's pregnancy spread quickly throughout the palace, and before long, all of Arendelle was buzzing with anticipation.

Anna, of course, was overjoyed, already making plans to be the most doting aunt in the history of aunts.

Sven seemed just as thrilled, constantly nuzzling Elsa's belly whenever he was nearby, as if he could sense the new life growing inside her.

Elsa's days were filled with meetings, advisors, and preparations for the baby, but amidst the busyness, there was a quiet joy that followed her everywhere. Despite her initial fears, she found herself looking forward to the future more and more each day. Kristoff was a constant source of support, his enthusiasm and love reassuring her in moments of doubt.

One evening, as the sun set over the snowy mountains, Elsa and Kristoff sat together on the balcony of her palace, watching the stars twinkle in the clear night sky.

Elsa's hand rested on her slightly swollen belly, smiling as she felt a slight movement.

It was still surreal to think that in a few short months, they would be holding their child in their arms.

"You know," Kristoff said softly, breaking the comfortable silence.

"I've been thinking about names."

Elsa smiled, turning to Kristoff with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh? And what have you come up with?"

Kristoff grinned, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Well, I was thinking something strong. Like…Boulder."

Elsa laughed, shaking her head.

"Boulder? For a baby?"

Kristoff shrugged, feigning innocence.

"What? It's solid, dependable. Just like our little snowflake will be."

Elsa chuckled, leaning her head on Kristoff's shoulder.

"I think we might need to work on that one a bit more."

They sat together in comfortable silence for a while longer, the cool night air brushing against their skin.

Despite the challenges ahead, Elsa felt a sense of peace she hadn't known was possible. With Kristoff by her side and a new life growing inside her, she knew that whatever the future held, they would face it together. And as the stars twinkled above them, she whispered a silent promise to the child she was carrying—a promise of love, protection and a future filled with warmth and joy. No matter what came next, she was ready.

Together, they were ready.