"Louis, look at me!" Elsa, the Queen of Arendelle, beamed at her son. His cerulean eyes met her green ones and a smile crossed his chubby face.
"Oh Anna, look! He's smiling!"
"Hold on, I'm coming!" Anna said, waddling across the nursery-- snowflake and snowcapped mountain patterns covering every corner of the room-- with a very pregnant belly of 7 months protruding from her dress.
"Louis, smile for mommy again!" Elsa giggled as the baby boy flailed his arms and smirked at her; a glint of mischief and humor in his light eyes.
"He's precious." Anna mused.
Louis' coppery brown hair shined in the early morning light of winter, his tan skin softening a bit to a lighter, natural shade. He kicked his tiny feet happily at his Mother and Aunt as they watched him, infatuated.
Louis' face scrunched up and he let out a sneeze, much too big for an infant.
"Oh my." Anna said, turning around and looking at the wall behind her that was covered in ice; the flakes spreading farther and farther across the wall before stopping near the window on the other side of the room, a frosty mist and gust of air enveloping the room.
With a wave of her hand, Elsa quickly cleared the ice away.
"The curse."
