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"Hej!" Frida hugged Silvia. The girls both giggled as they hugged. Silvia was getting married... AGAIN! "Are you ready?" Frida asked her friend. Silvia nodded. She was definitely ready! It wasn't her first time marrying her husband after all... Suddenly a servant came to tell her some bad news. He just went away in a hurry and Silvia's face turned sour. "Shit!" she cursed, making the four ABBA members raise their eyebrows. They were happy their kids weren't too close. They all knew the kids already heard way too many bad words coming from their mouths... They didn't need them to hear the future Queen cursing... then they'd definitely think it is ok...
Silvia quickly covered her mouth with both of her hands. It certainly wasn't the most royal thing to do... "What's wrong, love?" Frida asked her. "My niece... the flower girl... she sprained her ancle and she won't be able to walk down the aisle..." Silvia said, small tears falling from her eyes. ABBA felt relieved. It wasn7t anything too serious... "Linda can be your flower girl..." said Frida. The little 3-year-old was just the right age to be the flower girl... Agnetha raised her eyebrows surprised. No one asked HER...! She wasn't against it though... She'd be happy for her little Linda to be the royal flower girl... It was special... and she knew Linda enjoyed the attention and would be perfectly happy doing this...
"Really?" Silvia asked, turning towards Agnetha. Agnetha nodded and called Linda to her. The little girl happily ran to her mama. "Do you want to be auntie Silvia's flower girl, little one?" Agnetha asked her daughter. The little girl thought for a moment and then shook her head 'no'. This surprised everyone there. Why didn't she want it...? "Only if Helene and Lotta are too..." the little girl whispered shyly. She was scared to do it on her own. There were more than thousand guests there... "Of course, little one..." said Silvia. The 3-year-old smiled happily. She was going to be the flower girl of the future Queen! Everybody chuckled and the three girls followed Silvia to get dressed into their new clothes. They were going to play an important part in the wedding!
"Who are these girls?!" exclaimed the King Carl's four sisters. They thought that everyone was already ready! "They're my flower girls," Silvia said calmly. The four princesses were sure to look down on the three girls. "But WHO are they?" asked Margaretha. She was the eldest and needed to take charge. She was 41, her sister Birgitta was 39, Désirée was 38 and Christina was 32... their little brother Carl was only 30 after all! And his future wife was older than him! The same age as Christina actually. She was 32! "They are the children of my friends...," said Silvia. She didn't want the little girls to suffer the bad looks the four sisters were giving them.
Right then another servant walked in with Hans and Peter in tow. "The King ordered them to be included too..." he said before leaving the women and the two young boys alone. "What are your names? Full names?!" Margaretha ordered. The kids swallowed. The woman was scary! "My name is Hans Ragnar Fredriksson, I'm the eldest and I'm 13 years old," Hans broke the ice. "My name is Hans Peter Grönvall, I'm 12 years old and I'll be turning 13 in August," Peter continued. "Are you siblings?" Désirée asked and they nodded. "How do your parents separate you?" asked Birgitta. "I go by Hans, and he goes by Peter," Hans said confidently. The four sisters nodded and pointed at Helene to continue. "My name is Helene Christina Grönvall and I'm 10 years old. I'll turn 11 in a couple days..." the young girl said shyly. "My name is Ann Lise-Lotte Fredriksson and I'm 9 years old... everyone calls me either Lotta or Lise-Lotte though..." little Lotta said happily. Why was everyone so serious. Little Linda giggled but soon stopped seeing serious looks directed at her. She gathered all the courage she had and introduced herself too. "My name is Linda Elin Ulvaeus and I'm 3 years old..." she said shyly.
The youngest of the sisters gasped. Until this moment she was quiet... gathering information and already stared suspecting something... The introduction of the youngest girl just proved her right. "You're ABBA kids!!!" she exclaimed... very unladylike...
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ABBA - Kungliga Vasaorden
FanfictionABBA are awarded their very well deserved awards for their contributions to music both in Sweden and abroad. But what will happen after that? What can their newest get together bring... Disclaimer: some events are taken from the real life, but most...
