The Snow Princess

AN: Hello, everyone! I noticed that there is not a lot of good Frozen fanfiction here on Wattpad, which is dissapointing, especially for Frozen fans like me! So, I decided to upload a quick Elsa oneshot I wrote, just to contribute to the fandom. ( : Please keep in mind that I haven't written in a while, and this is just some short story I've had an idea for for a while.  I hope you enjoy the story, and if you want to see more of me, my Tumblr is fuckyeanna.tumblr.com, I'm on there quite a lot! Thank you for reading!

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The day she found out, Elsa was incredibly overjoyed, her eyes misted with blissful tears.

“Anna!” Elsa had barged into her younger sister’s bedroom that day after she’d just had her monthly check up. “Anna… I’m pregnant!”

The castle buzzed with excitement for those next few weeks, as secrets are not easily kept in a castle with servants who hear almost everything. The Queen was to finally have a baby, an heir to the throne. Everyone made sure to congratulate Elsa; “I’m sure the baby will be beautiful, your highness.” They had complimented. Anna rambled on to everyone in the kingdom she’d bumped into about her future niece or nephew, and how much fun they were going to have together. Elsa had made sure to eat plenty of chocolate, with some help from Anna, of course. For those few months, Elsa had been the happiest she’d ever been.

It was only three months after she discovered her pregnancy when things began to go downhill for the snow queen.

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Elsa’s belly had rounded since she’d found out about the baby. Elsa sat at her seat at the end of the dinner table, Anna and Kristoff on either side of the table, eating a nice family meal with her. Elsa didn’t eat, though. She couldn’t help but look happily down at her stomach, imagining her little daughter or son.

“Only six more months, Elsa!” Anna had commented excitedly when she noticed her elder sister smiling down at her stomach.

Elsa chuckled, shaking her head, amused, “Anna,” She began, “Eight months is a rather long time, don’t you think?”

“You’d be surprised,” Kristoff joined in between bites of his food, “Eight months can go by pretty fast, your highness.”

Elsa rolled her eyes and swatted her sister’s boyfriend playfully. The ice harvester- or Arendelle’s official ice master and deliverer, as Anna liked to call him, knew well that Elsa hated when he played the royalty card. Kristoff was basically part of the family now.

“I can’t wait to meet the baby.” Anna continued, “I bet she- or he- will be just like you, Elsa!”

Elsa’s eyes widened at the thought. Just like her? Could babies inherit ice powers? Would her baby inherit her powers? Her thoughts ran deeper and deeper, darker and darker. Memories from Elsa’s childhood came flooding back into her mind, memories of the pain that her powers had caused her; would the baby lead the same life that Elsa had once lead? Would her child live in constant fear and seclusion from the rest of the world, just as she had? Question after question ran through her mind, but she didn’t have the answer to any of them.

It was then that someone had finally spoken up. “Elsa, what’s wrong? You look worried.” Anna asked worriedly.

Elsa tried to smile, but nothing came of it. She looked sad and worried. “Nothing, Anna. Nothing is wrong. I need to leave, I have a lot of work to do.” With that, Elsa stood, leaving half of her plate still full, Anna and Kristoff looking in her direction, concerned expressions on both of their faces.

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Five months.

Exactly five months from that day, July 27th, Elsa was expected to have her first baby. Not that the Queen planned on having anymore children; she’d discovered that pregnancy could get rather irritating. She’d get cramping in her lower abdomen every now and then, but her cramps just so happened to come during the worst times, say, when she was in a trade meeting, or when she was attending a royal ball. Her stomach had rounded significantly more, and her baby bump would always get in the way of things. She was having constant mood swings and constant cravings; pickles and ice cream, ice, spicy food, coffee, but most of all, chocolate. The servants would always get her the food immediately, of course, but she was constantly hungry, and she hated it. However, worse than anything, there was still constant fear that her baby would inherit her powers, which she now, once again, believed was a curse. She didn’t want her baby to live the same way she had.