The Invisible (Jelsa)

Chapter XXII

"Are you excited for another sibling, Heimdall?" Gavner asked, watching him play with Kai.

The five-year-old raised his eyes, and frowned. "No."

"Well, why not?" He asked, chuckling. Heimdall frowned, "You may get a brother."

"Girls are yucky, and I'll have to share my room with a boy." Heimdall said in his child-like arrogance of knowledge, and Gavner raised his eyebrows.

"Aren't there many rooms in the castle, though?" He asked, "Why can't this new brother get his own room?"

"Because I heard mom telling dad that." Heimdall scowled deeper, "I like my room alone. What if it's another one like Eira?"

"Like...Eira?" Gavner repeated.

"She can't do magic." Heimdall, as if to prove his point, shot a flurry of snowflakes at Kai, who whooped with joy.

"Kai can't do magic." Gavner pointed to his son, and Heimdall shook his head.

"No, Kai is different." He stressed, "You aren't magic to begin with either." Gavner decided not to take the boy's comments to seriously, because he was five and his magic was all he'd ever known.

"But you love Eira, don't you?" He prompted. Heimdall thought for a long time.

"Maybe." He said, "But she's no fun to play with. She gets too cold." He said with a frown, "I like cousin Xanthe better. She has ice magic too."

Jack entered without any warning, something that Gavner was quite used to after all these years.

"Dad!" Heimdall jumped.

"Are you ready to meet your new siblings?" Jack asked, swinging him up into his arms. Gavner leaned back in his chair, and smirked.

"Boy or girl, Jack?" He asked. Jack sent a similar grin back in his direction.

"Twin boys." He chuckled, "You have brothers now, Heimdall." Heimdall groaned.

"They're gunna have to share my room, aren't they?" He asked with dread.

"Of course, it will be fun, won't it?" He asked. Heimdall scowled, and let himself go limp so he was as heavy as a deadweight.

"No." He said sourly.

Jack dragged him through the town, nodding to people occasionally and urging the little heir to look happier for the villagers, but Heimdall was insistent. He let him off at his room, because at Heimdall kept insisting to him, he 'really, really, really, REALLY' did not want to meet them.

Rin was already climbing all over her mother, kissing her brother's heads. "This one will be named Bluey McCloud and that one will be Mr. Truffles." She looked up, "I can name them, can't I daddy?"

"Well, those are wonderful names, dear, but we'll have to talk them over." He said, wincing at the idea of his two sons falling at the mercy of his three-year-old daughter's names. Elsa just giggled, shaking her head.

"This one will take my teddy bear's place at the tea table and he'll drink ginger tea with little finger cakes. That one will dressed as a princess and be magical, because he has white hair." She announced, climbing off her mother's bed and walking out of the room.

"Where are you going, Rin?" He asked.

"To get their costumes and tea!" She replied back.

"Ouch. She's going to have to be kept away from these two." Jack took one of the twins out of the mother's arms, "Even the kids are realizing the difference between white hair and such."

"They will love their siblings just as much." Elsa insisted, but there was worry behind her tone.

"Shall we name then, then?" Jack asked, sitting on a near-by chair.

"I have no idea." Elsa admitted, "I thought it was going to be one girl, honestly." She moaned.

"Imagine you're surprise when there was two!" He nudged her, and she glared.

"That's your fault." She grumbled.

"I can't help that I am so good, that I gift you with two children at the same time." He said, "Since you pretty much named our last three, don't you think it's time for me to choose names?" He asked with a devilish grin. Elsa's eyes widened, and she thought through all the horrible things that could go wrong. Then again, this was Jack, and anything sensible had to better than Rin's names.

"I suppose s-," She began and Jack grinned, cutting her off.

"Wonderful. I think this one," He tilted light-haired boy up, "Should be named Izo."

"Izo?" Elsa considered it for a moment, "Well, it's not god-awful. I suppose it will do." She grinned, "And this one?" She held up the boy with white hair.

"Wynter." He replied. Elsa laughed, then realized he was serious.

"That's a horrible name, Jack. Just point out he's magical even more, why don't we? And what if he's not?" She questioned.

"I like it!" He argued, "It's our favorite thing. Why not, babe?" He asked.

"There's many reasons why not, Jack." She sputtered, "We might as well name him Cloud Truffles or whatever Rin suggested." The little-girl's high-pitched singing rang throughout the castle, and Jack smiled.

"Speak of the little devil," He said softly as she entered, "Hey Rin! I need your help to win an argument. Do you think that Wynter is a good name for that brother?" He asked.

"She's three, Jack, and she loves you. She'll agree to anything you say." Elsa moaned.

"I love it!" She cried, dropping all her doll clothes.

"Two to one, Elsa baby." He said.

"No. I over-rule this." Elsa said. Rin had already crawled onto the bed.

"Hi, Wynter." She greeted, "I like your name a lot."

"He is not being named Wynter." Elsa told her daughter. Rin gave a deadly frown.

"Yes. He is!" She said. She looked at Jack, glaring.

"Oh, I'll get you for this." She said, "You're so done." Jack held up his hands helplessly, "We're going to name William." She said.

"Wynter." Rin insisted.

Officially, she tried to name him William. But Jack and Rin spread around the word what his real name was. Rin was, he had to admit, good at persuasion. Nearly all the children in town were now calling the new prince Wynter, much to Elsa's dismay, no matter how hard she argued. Jack sat behind her with an eternal smirk on his face, offering little help. Never underestimate the power of a three-year-old girl, he thought. Maybe Rin should be on the council, he offered to Elsa one night as they crawled into bed. She promptly replied by kicking him out to sleep in the extra bedroom. Clearly this was not quite as amusing to her.