A Frozen Secret (Disney Descendants x OC)

Epilouge

"Love is a funny thing.

You expect it to be easy and wonderful. You expect it to be a world of roses, laughs, and picnics spent watching the sunset. You expect them to dote on you and love you like you're the last people on earth. You expect the two of you to be in perfect sync, to always know what the other is thinking and feeling. You expect cuddles by a warm fireplace and hugs from behind while you're trying to work. You expect kisses and whispers of love deep into the night. You expect so much, that when it falls short, you feel utterly, completely, defeated. You feel like nothing in the world will ever be right again. You feel like your heart will never love again.

And yet, you fight for it. When you see your love crumbling around you and the pain feels like it's eating you alive, you fight to keep it alive.

And why? Why in the world would you fight for something causing you so much pain?

Because love is pain. Love is heartbreak. Love is joy, and it is anger. Love isn't calming them down. It's yelling back at them just as loud. Love isn't roses and kisses on the cheek. It's admitting that you're scared. It's admitting that you don't know all the time.

Love is-"

"Mom! You're getting all sappy!" My young daughter complained. She fell back on her brother's bed groaning and covered her eyes with the back of her arm. I chuckled as I reached out and pulled her arm from over her eyes. She squinted at me in annoyance and pouted. I sighed: Lydia was becoming more and more like me every day.

"Lydia!" Philip, my eldest child hissed at her. The seven-year-old brought his pudgy finger to his lips and shushed her. "You're ruining the story!"

Phillip, on the other hand, was much more like his father. Lydia stuck her tongue out at her older brother in retaliation and crossed her arms tightly over her small chest. "Mom already ruined it with all her talk about love."

"And on that note, why don't we say goodnight to your mother?" My husband interjected from the foot of the bed.

"Aww!" Phillip whined. "But I still have so many questions!"

"Save them for another night Phillip," I told him, reaching out and ruffling his hair.

Phillip turned to his younger sister. He crossed his arms and pouted. "You know I don't have that kind of patience."

Lydia sat back up and turned to me. "Mom, get me away from him!"

"Oh, Lydia," I sighed. I stood from the bed and scooped the five-year-old into my arms. She buried her face in my chest as I ran a hand through the dark hair she had inherited from her father. "Dramatic as always."

Lydia shook her head in my chest. I laughed quietly and bent down, giving my husband a quick peck on the cheek. I turned back to Philip, who was still pouting.

"I'll answer all your questions tomorrow," I promised him.

"Really?" He asked, his eyes blown wide with excitement. He bounced up on his knees and crawled to me, looking up at me expectantly.

"Really," I assured him nodding.

I froze as a cool hand landed on my cheek. I turned just as my husband pulled me in for a more passionate kiss. His kisses still left me breathless and still left the faint, lingering taste of peanut butter on my lips.

"Good night love," He whispered against my lips.

I heard Lydia gag in my chest. "Ew! Gross!"

"Is love that gross, Lydia?" I asked, holding her out so she had to look at me. Lydia gave a curt, matter-of-fact nod, and I was unable to suppress my smile.

I shifted her weight in my arms and turned to the bedroom door. "Come on little snowflake. Let's get you to bed."

Lydia seemed happy to leave her brother's bedroom. I turned down the hallway and opened the door to my old bedroom. I shifted Lydia to my hip and pulled back the covers on her lavish bed.

I placed her down gently. she nestled into the bed as I tucked her in. I grabbed her brown puffin stuffed animal from the end of her bed and placed it in her small, waiting hands.

"Did all those things really happen?" Lydia asked me as she clutched the animal to her chest.

I hummed softly and nodded, brushing a lock of dark hair away from her eyes.

"Yes, and that's only the start." I could already feel the smirk forming on my face. Old habits die hard, I suppose.

"You mean there's more?" Lydia asked. She sat up on her elbows, her eyes blown as wide as her brother's had been.

"Now wait a minute, young lady. I thought you didn't like love stories." I placed my hands on my hips and pursed my lips together. I cocked my head to the side and shot her an overly dramatic look.

"I don't!" Lydia was quick to assure me. "I just, like hearing stories about magic is all."

I dropped my dramatic act and sat on the edge of the bed. I smiled softly as Lydia lay back down. I covered her up with her blankets once again.

"Well, there's lots more magic coming. After all, you didn't think this was the end of the story, did you?"