The Flurries of Motherhood

Chapter 1: Death Brings New Responsibilities

"Hey, Els!" Kristoff hollered, sliding into the room via window, but the girl didn't respond, rather she was staring at her phone.

"What're you staring at?!" He asked.

Elsa shook her head. "It's rather stupid what kids are into these days. What the hell is slime?"

Kristoff didn't answer, instead he smiled. "You look like you were hit by a truck covered in ice cold cactuses" he said. The female then slapped him hard across the cheek.

"The plural for cactus is cacti. Number two. You look like you bathed in reindeer poo" she said and he just chuckled, causing her to become disgusted.

"I'm just kidding Elsa. I would never do that. Instead I bathed at the local sauna."

Just then, a soft infantile cry was heard, causing Elsa to gasp. She then remembered she was confined to her bedroom. She was confined here due to her abilities and it's been this way since she was born. Kristoff was just six when he found his way into her room. Nobody knows how he did it but he just did. Because at that age, her door was indeed locked from the outside.

"So your parents decided to give birth in the castle rather than go to a hospital? That's stupid and a rather poor decision if you ask me."

He randomly spit out, but Elsa looked down and then up again.

"Isn't Angel with them? Tell her to send me pictures."

Exactly 53-seconds later, Elsa had received pictures of a gorgeous baby girl with strawberry blonde hair and noticeable freckles.

"She's so precious, but my papa said I wasn't allowed to meet her in person...due to my abilities" Elsa said with tears in her eyes. Kristoff just hugged her for a while.

Three months later:

"Do you have to go?" Questioned 19-year-old Elsa. Her mother and father nodded.

"It's only for two weeks, and besides, the baby will be left in the care of the servants.

With those words and a hug, they left.

A week later, a soft knock came at her door, and Elsa answered it. It was a solemn looking Gerda, holding a red faced, screaming infant.

"Your parents.. we were just informed that they were lost at sea...and Anna won't stop crying.."

With Gerda's words, Elsa felt like she couldn't breathe, she felt like her heart stopped. However she was broken out of her trance when the infant was handed to her.

"I'm sorry dear, but can you hold her while I finish up dinner?" Said the older woman

Then the elderly servant left, leaving a grief stricken Elsa to stare at the crying baby. Having no other choice, she tore the slightly ineffective glove off her free hand and made a small flurry of snowflakes. To her shock, The fragile infant stopped crying and began giggling. Elsa, despite still in a shocked, crying state, smiled.

"Anna, huh? I could tell you're going to be a little troublemaker..."

And so, Elsa sat there on her bed, rocking Anna to sleep.