"Kristoff! Where are you? Elsa will be here any minute!" I shouted from my closet. I was struggling to put on my cloak, and was constantly checking the clock on the dressing table.
"Anna I'm right here next to you.'" Kristoff said gently. "You don't need to shout."
I looked to my left and saw my handsome sturdy husband, pulling on his boots. His thick blond hair fell over his face hiding his warm brown eyes. I was happy Winter was nearly here, that way Kristoff would be home from working on the Northern mountain. Kristoff sells ice for a living, though more like a hobby, now that he's married me, but a little extra is always nice to have.
"Sorry, you know how I get when I'm excited, and and-"
"And nervous and hungry and sad, and every other emotion possible. Anna I know." he said smiling.
He joined me in the full length mirror and kissed my check. Compared to him I was small, almost child like, my strawberry blonde hair was always in plaits and my blue eyes were always round and eager. Kristoff says I'll have no problem being a mother, because I already have a childishness about me. I know he isn't being mean, but i worry that I won't be able to handle discipline or responsibility. I'll be glad when he and Elsa are home so they can help me.
I managed to fasten the clasp on and then there was a knock on the door. I bolted from the dressing room to answer the door, with Kristoff aiding me to be careful not to run. I halted to quickly pat my rounded belly.
"Sorry!" I whispered.
Kristoff answered the door as I tried to see who it was.
Clara the head chambermaid entered as soon as he opened the door.
"Good evening Prince Kristoff, Princess Anna, the guards wish to inform you the Queen's carriage has arrived at the main gate."
"Thank you Clara!" I I tried to push through the door, but Kristoff held my arm.
He gave me a look that said, "Calm down or you'll give away our secret." No one in the castle except our personal chambermaid, Jacqueline, knew. Not even Olaf who was always popping up unexpectedly. I took a deep breath and nodded. Clara led us down to the ballroom to show us how the layout for the welcome home party. It was only a small party for us, and of course Kristoff's family, and Olaf, and the staff of fifty, small like I said. We walked the three flights of spiral staircase stairs and passed Olaf's room.
"Should we get him?" I asked.
"Get who?" a little voice said.
We turned to see Olaf, skipping down the corridor his little flurry hovering over him. Elsa had made it so he wouldn't melt in the summer, but since it was soon winter, the little snow cloud were getting smaller and smaller.
"Olaf, have you already been down to see the ballroom?" I asked.
"Yup! And wow does it look great, Elsa really likes it. She-"
"She's already inside?!" I said alarmed.
"Yup, thats why I came to get you."
I grabbed Kristoff's hand and carefully but quickly walked down the corridor to the ballroom with Olaf and Clara in-tow. We made it to the middle of the where the staff was welcoming Elsa. I skipped towards her. As soon as she spotted me she ran towards me and held out her arms. Her skin was cool against mine as she hugged me.
"Welcome home!" I said happily.
"Good to be home. I've missed everyone." she said smiling. Then I noticed her brow darken.
"I have important news to tell you as urgently as possible."
"But you just got home, can't it wait until morning?"
"I'm afraid not. Let's enjoy the party, but then we have to talk. I'll meet you in the drawing room in an hour." she slipped away as Kristoff came up behind me.
"Did you tell her?" he asked.
"No, I didn't get a chance to. But something's wrong."
After an hour the staff returned to their usual chores and Olaf was content sitting in the middle of the room entertaining himself with Kristoff's adopted nieces and nephews. The Trolls. Pabbie and Cliff had gone back to the garden where, the Trolls made their new home, only Bulda stayed as she talked with Kristoff. Not even she knew a new family member would soon be joining them. Elsa, Kristoff, and Bulda and I had all gathered in the west drawing room, because Elsa wanted a family's opinion.
"This isn't easy to say," Elsa began.
"Well don't be shy," I urged.
"Anna." Kristoff said gently.
"It's alright, I know I'm keeping you in suspense. Well here it is."
I held my breath as she spoke the next few words.
"Anna, poppa isn't my real father. Before you go off on me let me explain."
I was shell-shocked but silent.
"While I was traveling I saw the kingdom of Sepia Blanca, momma's home. I stopped by to see it. While I was there a local motioned to me, asking if I knew the story of the kingdom. I didn't tell him who I was but I inquired about the story; this is what he told me.
"A long time ago, there was no winter in Sepia Blanca, until one day a mysterious man appeared. He had powers unspeakable, but he brought back winter to the land. He was called Frost. It was said that he came back every year to keep the land cold, but he was invisible to the people. Rumors passed that he was searching for the one he called his own, one who could see him, really see him. Then one day, the first princess of Sepia Blanca, was out in the woods during winter. Isabelle, she was called, loved winter, more than almost anything in the whole world. She knew of the legends and wanted desperately to see the famous Frost so often talked about. However, she was to be married off in a year to a rising king off to the west. Isabelle refused until she was certain she was not meant for Frost. So one day she rose bright and early and went to the forest, where Frost was said to spend his days. Isabelle went deep into the forest and began to sing a special song. Its long forgotten what the words to the song were, but that was the trick. The song brought Frost to her, he walked straight towards her admiring her. Isabelle saw him. A stranger with frosty hair and skin tinged lightly with blue. She saw Frost.
They'd spent the next few months together, talking, playing, and kissing. And then Spring came, Frost left, and soon did he leave the king betrothed to Isabelle arrived. She refused to see him, and was determined to wait until Frost's return. But he didn't. Winter did not come that year. Heart broken Isabelle married the king and soon after birthed twins. However, one did not make it while the other one lived. The little princess was born and soon the family left to their new kingdom. Winter came shortly after, and when Frost learned his love had left, he was outraged and vowed never to bring winter back to Sepia Blanca. But rumor has it that he lurks around the edges of the city hoping one day his broken heart will be mended by another, and he will be seen again."
I wiped a tear from my face as Elsa finished.
"I'm still confused, how does this connect with your claim that Poppa isn't your father?"
"Don't you see! Frost had ice powers, how else does that explain mine?"
"Elsa Frost is a myth a story, told for hundreds and hundreds of years. There's no way Momma could have seen Frost."
"Well story or not. I am determined to find out, if I am Frost's daughter. I leave the day after tomorrow to the Northern Lands."
"Are you crazy? You just got home!" I shouted, spooking Olaf and the children Trolls.
"Anna-" Kristoff began.
"No! You are suppose to be queen! Your duty is here, not to mention you have to help me with the-"
"Anna, enough!" Elsa said standing. "I am not a child and neither are you, I deserve to know, who I am."
"I'm not saying you don't but your people need you, I need you!"
"You will be fine, there's nothing you can't handle."
"Oh there's one thing." I muttered.
There was silence as Kristoff sighed and Bulda was still as a rock.
"A baby?" Elsa said softly. "You're pregnant?"
"Yes." I whispered.