In the kingdom of Arendelle, the moon hung high, casting a silver glow over the land. The soft whisper of the wind through the trees was accompanied by the distant sound of waves crashing against the cliffs. Inside the castle, however, everything was peaceful. Most of the kingdom was asleep.

That is, except for Queen Elsa.

Pregnancy had transformed her body, and while the experience was wondrous, it also came with its own set of challenges. She had never experienced cravings before, but as her pregnancy progressed, she found herself often waking up in the middle of the night with an insatiable hunger, and tonight was no different. She rolled over in bed, careful not to disturb her sleeping boyfriend, Kristoff. He lay next to her, his tousled hair spilling over his forehead. She smiled at the sight of him—he looked so peaceful, and she loved the way he always seemed to be her anchor, even during the most chaotic moments of her life.

They had been through so much together, and now, they were preparing to welcome a child into their family.

But for now, the only thing on Elsa's mind was food. With a gentle nudge, she leaned closer to Krisotff.

"Kristoff," she whispered, her voice soft yet insistent.

"Wake up."

Kristoff stirred slightly but didn't fully awaken.

"Mmm…Elsa…what time is it?" he mumbled incoherently, his voice thick with sleep.

"It's midnight," Elsa replied, biting her lip to suppress a giggle.

"I'm hungry."

Kristoff's eyes fluttered open, squinting at Elsa in the dim light.

"Hungry? At this hour?"

He rubbed his eyes and sat up, a mixture of confusion and affection on his face.

"What do you want to eat, snowflake?"

Elsa hesitated, her heart racing at the thought of the snack she craved.

"Um…I'm not sure. But I could really go for some pickles and peanut butter."

Kristoff blinked in disbelief, his expression both amused and bewildered.

"Pickles and peanut butter? At midnight? You're really craving that?"

"Don't knock it until you try it," Elsa said playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Besides, it's not me, it's the baby!"

Kristoff chuckled, shaking his head.

"Alright, my queen. If that's what you want, I'll get it for you."

Elsa beamed at Kristoff, a wave of gratitude washing over her.

"Thank you, Kristoff. You're the best."

Kristoff swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, stretching his arms above his head. He wore a pair of loose pajama pants, and a white t-shirt, and the sight of him made Elsa's heart flutter. Even half-asleep, he was still the man she adored.

My knight in shining armor.

"Where do you keep the pickles?" Kristoff asked.

"In the pantry!" Elsa called, already imagining the sweet and tangy crunch of the pickles mixed with the creamy peanut butter.

As Kristoff shuffled out of the room, she couldn't help but admire him. His strong frame and rugged good looks were comforting, and she felt lucky to have him by her side.

They had come a long way since their first encounter in the mountains, and now they were embarking on a new journey together.

While she waited for him to return, Ela rested her hand on her slightly swollen belly, feeling the gentle flutter of the baby inside her.

"I hope you like pickles, little one," she murmured to herself.

"It's going to be our thing."

Kristoff returned shortly, balancing a bowl of pickles in one hand and a jar of peanut butter in the other.

"I hope this satisfies your midnight cravings, Your Majesty," he teased, his eyes sparkling with warmth.

Elsa couldn't help but laugh.

"It definitely will."

She took the bowl and jar from Kristoff and settled back against the pillows, her heart full.

"Join me?" she asked, her voice softening.

"Of course," Kristoff replied, climbing back into bed.

He watched with fascination as Elsa dipped a pickle into the peanut butter, bringing it to her lips with an exaggerated expression of delight.

"You're really going to eat that?" he asked in disbelief.

"It's incredible!" Elsa exclaimed, taking a big bite.

"You have to try it!"

With a raised eyebrow, Kristoff took a cautious bite of the pickle dipped in peanut butter. He chewed thoughtfully, then his eyes widened in surprise.

"Wow! That's surprisingly good!"

"See?" Elsa grinned, feeling a rush of happiness surge through her.

They continued to snack together, sharing laughter and stories under the soft glow of the moonlight streaming in through the window.

After a few moments of silence, Kristoff turned to Elsa, his expression turning serious.

"How are you feeling about everything? The pregnancy, I mean."

Elsa paused, the question hanging in the air.

"Honestly, Kristoff? It's a bit overwhelming," she admitted.

"I'm excited, of course, but…I also worry about being a good mother. There's so much pressure to get it right."

Kristoff nodded, his gaze steady and supportive.

"You're going to be an amazing mom, Elsa. You're so caring and strong. And you'll have me by your side. We'll figure it out together. We always do."

Elsa's heart swelled at Kristoff's words.

"Thank you, Kristoff. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Probably still be awake at midnight, craving pickles and peanut butter," Kristoff joked, making Elsa laugh.

They finished the snacks, and he took the empty bowl and jar back to the kitchen, leaving Elsa to reflect on their conversation. When he returned, he climbed back into bed, wrapping an arm around her.

Elsa nestled closer, feeling safe and cherished.

"Do you think it'll be a girl or a boy?" Kristoff asked, brushing a strand of platinum-blonde hair behind Elsa's ear.

"I'm not sure," Elsa said, thoughtfully.

"I've been daydreaming about it. I can picture a little girl with your adventurous spirit and my powers. Or a boy who loves the snow just as much as I do."

"Either way, he or she will be loved beyond words," Kristoff said softly, pressing a kiss to Elsa's forehead.

"And I know they'll have the best mom."

Elsa smiled, feeling warmth spread through her chest.

"And you'll be the best dad," she whispered.

"I can't wait to see you with our little snowflake."

Kristoff chuckled.

"Me? A dad? Just wait until they start climbing trees and getting into trouble. I'll probably need your help keeping them in line."

"You're going to be just fine," Elsa assured, playfully nudging Kristoff with her shoulder.

"Besides, I'm sure you'll be the cool dad. The one who teaches them how to build a sled."

"Oh, absolutely," Kristoff agreed with a grin.

"And we'll have snowball fights that will go down in history."

Their conversation flowed naturally, punctuated by laughter and gentle teasing. Time slipped away and before they knew it, they were talking about the future, their hopes and dreams intertwining in the soft glow of the moonlight.

After a while, Elsa felt her eyelids growing heavy. She leaned against Kristoff, the warmth of his body wrapping around her like a comforting blanket,

"I think I'm falling asleep…" she murmured.

"Let's get some rest, then," Kristoff said, adjusting the blankets around them.

"But promise me one thing."

"What's that?"

"That if you ever wake up in the middle of the night craving something outrageous, you'll wake me up. No more midnight snacking alone."

Elsa chuckled, brushing her lips passionately against Kristoff's.

"I promise. But you might want to prepare yourself for some wild combinations."

"I can handle it," Kristoff declared with a mock bravado.

"Just don't let it be anything too weird. I still can't believe you're really eating pickles with peanut butter!"

Elsa laughed softly, her eyes fluttering shut.

"You'll come to love it, just like I do."

As sleep began to take her, she felt Kristoff's arm tighten around her, his warmth a reassuring presence beside her. She had never felt so complete, so at peace, and as her mind drifted, she knew they would face whatever came their way—together.

Some time later, Elsa was jolted awake by a sharp pang in her stomach. A wave of discomfort washed over her, and she blinked in the darkness, disoriented. Kristoff stirred beside her immediately alert.

"Elsa? What's wrong?" he asked.

"I don't know," Elsa replied, her voice shaky.

"I just…I'm still hungry."

"Another midnight snack?" Kristoff asked, sitting up straighter.

"What would you like, snowflake?"

"Something sweet...maybe…chocolate?"

Elsa could feel her mouth watering at the thought.

"Chocolate it is!" Kristoff declared, hopping out of bed once more.

"I'll be right back!"

Elsa watched him go, her heart swelling with affection. Kristoff was so devoted, always willing to do whatever it took to make her happy, and she couldn't help but smile, her fears and worries momentarily forgotten. When Kristoff returned with a handful of chocolate, she felt an instant rush of happiness.

They settled back into bed together, sharing the sweet treats, their laughter echoing in the quiet of the night.

"This is a much better snack," Elsa said, savoring the rich taste of chocolate melting in her mouth.

"See? Midnight snacks are great!" Kristoff teased, stealing a piece of chocolate from Elsa's hand.

They continued to chat and eat, letting their dreams of the future intertwine with their shared moments of joy. Finally, after a long stretch of laughter and snacks, they settled back into the warmth of their bed, their fingers intertwined.

As sleep began to pull at her once more, Elsa couldn't help but whisper:

"I love you, Kristoff."

"I love you too, Elsa," Kristoff replied, pressing a gentle kiss to Elsa's forehead.

"Always."

In that moment, surrounded by love and laughter, Elsa felt an overwhelming sense of hope. The road ahead might've been uncertain as of now, but with Kristoff by her side, she knew they would navigate it together—one midnight craving at a time.