What Anni-Frid would like you to know

Chapter 2 - Lycka (The Birthday)

- Come on, Hans! Blow the candle one more time! said Frida, lovingly encouraging her eldest to celebrate her first year of life.

Hans hid his face with his small, chubby hands as Ragnar tried to take a picture to record the moment, proud of his son.

- I can not believe that, exactly 1 year ago that Hans was born ... Just to remember the fight that we had for him to leave my belly, that causes me shivers. Frida lit a cigarette, putting her hands on the skirt of the dress to make it shorter, finally sitting down on the couch, after the rush to organize and even cook for his birthday. - Stay away from the shows, the usual daily routings, with you and the boys, how complicated! Tell me, how did you put up with my daily stress on caring for a child at 3:00 in the morning screaming with her? Ah, my little Hans. said Frida, nostalgic, leaning her delicate face on Ragnar's broad shoulders as she watched proudly, Hans standing on the coffee table in the overalls she had sewn herself.

- Oh, honey. Do not remember the bad things, after all, the crisis passes away from us now. I believe we are in a wonderful period of our lives, especially after Hans was born. And how could I not stand it? Of course, I would have already prepared myself to be a father. I'm organizing our new schedule for presentations, and I expect you'll have to prepare yourself for a show tomorrow, Miss Lyngstad. said Ragnar, smoothing Frida's golden hair, running his fingertips over her freckled, small nose.

- You are crazy? I did not even rehearse! Who will Hans stay with? Ragnar, I can not do that. You should have warned me much earlier, I need to schedule, revise, or even sew new clothes! For God's sake ... "Frida freaked out, breaking free from Ragnar's warm embrace in her slim body before it even happened.

"Honey, you're perfect. If you want, you can certainly draw or sew something new soon, I've changed the sewing machine parts, now you can do whatever you want. I'm sorry I did not tell you before, but I saw how busy I was preparing Hans and the little party, that I decided to wait for the right time for that. The boys are in agreement. Ragnar said slowly, his eyes glazed on Frida, making sure she did not punch him in the face. "We'll have more participants in the game, I think you may have read something about an Agnetha Faltskog and two other men who are part of it as well. We will have a special participation this day. What do you think? Ragnar finally said, throwing the bomb, lighting this time a cigar. Pressing her, with an intimidating and malicious look.

- You know how special this machine is to me, it's one of the only things that shows my grandmother is here too. Frida said emotionally, staring at a fixed point on the wall, as if all the memories were surfacing. "About the program, I think it's perfect, dear!" But I really have a great fear that all this will weigh on me, after all, I'm so young and ... Mother! I know, you always really help me to feel enough, however much I may be shy and somewhat insecure! But you know, I worry about my little Hans. I love him so much! said Frida with her green eyes, now gray and gleaming, drowning the tears in Ragnar's arms, the tears were falling like a waterfall and she was falling on herself, after all, was she so different from the young girls her age?

"Ah, my little Anni, you need not be afraid. You're the star of the stage, believe me, it's not just because you're my wife that I say that. There is no problem in being a mother, it was your choice, and no one should judge you for it, my dear. See our son, grew up with health, education and beautiful golden hair, because of you! Do you understand that, my love? Do not let insecurity deprive you of the wonderful person you can be. Think about it, okay? said Ragnar, with his large hands, lightly passing a worn-out handkerchief that he found in his pocket, wiping away Frida's bitter tears, which continued unceasingly through great sobs. She wanted a mother's breath, but who did she have besides Ragnar?

You're all I have, after all. Do you promise you will not leave me and know how to deal with my somewhat confused temper? Frida said, looking helplessly at his eyes, as a child, while the dim light of the lamp, access reflected in the dilated pupil of his eyes.