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~ Kristoff’s POV ~
Kristoff was watching his wife performing from his normal seat in Box Five. It was just a practice, but it was like they were doing a full dress rehearsal with how little the performances were interrupted. Olina and Kai has left the cast a few weeks before Kristoff and Anna were even married. Without them, there were far less conflicts with who got which role, and everyone pretty much accepted that Anna would get the main female role in every show. Anna didn’t mind it either.
Without warning, though, Anna fell to the ground. Kristoff jumped out of his seat and immediately ran downstairs.
“Anna!” he shouted as he ran onto the stage. Elsa, Yelana, and Mattias has crowded around her after she fell, but they all stepped away as Kristoff emerged.
Anna’s eyes were closed, and she only made a soft groan as he lifted her. He brushed her hair out of her face, and started repeating her name, but she didn’t answer.
“She’ll be okay. She just fainted,” Yelana explained, taking a step towards him. “Probably needed some rest after working so hard.”
“I haven’t been pushing her, if that’s what you’re implying,” Kristoff snapped. He really hadn’t. In fact, she had been so tired lately, he usually urged her to go to bed even though she was the one who wanted to continue practicing.
“I wasn’t implying anything. But why don’t you take her up to your room so she can rest?” Yelana suggested.
“Okay. That’s a good idea,” Kristoff said. He picked her up and carried her up to their room, away from all the noise of the stage. What had caused her to faint like that?
When he made it into their room, he set her down on the bed gently and sat next to her. She always looked so peaceful when she was asleep.
He brushed his fingers against her cheek, and Anna startled awake. She sat upright and looked around, clearly trying to gain her bearings.
“Why are we up here?” she asked. “Isn’t there a practice still going on?”
“Yes, but you fainted, and everyone thought it would be a good idea if you just rested,” Kristoff answered.
“No. I can’t rest. I have to go practice! The performance is in one week! I have to-!”
“No, Anna,” Kristoff said sternly, and that stopped Anna’s ramblings and her attempts to crawl out of bed. “The show can wait. You need to rest.”
“Kristoff, I’m fine. I just didn’t drink enough water before the show or something,” Anna said. That didn’t help Kristoff. Actually, it made him more worried about her.
“Anna, what’s going on? You were puking this morning, but you told me it was just something you ate, so I let you go practice. Now you’re telling me you fainted because you weren’t drinking water?” Anna bit her lip and looked away from him. “Is this role too much for you? I know I’ve been giving you a lot of the bigger ones lately. If it’s all too much, tell me now, and I can give the role over to Elsa, and you can have her role.”
“No. It’s not the role,” Anna said.
“Then what is it?” Kristoff asked, confused. Anna took a deep breath, and took one of his hands in both of hers. Her hands were so small...
“I need you to promise not to freak out with what I’m about to tell you,” Anna said, squeezing his hand.
“Anna. You’re scaring me,” Kristoff said. Anna took a deep breath.
“The puking this morning wasn’t from something I ate. It was just a bout of morning sickness,” she explained. When Kristoff still looked confused, Anna brought his hand over to her stomach and rested it there with a giant grin. Kristoff’s eyes widened, and he looked back and forth between his hand on her stomach and her smile.
“You’re serious?” Kristoff asked, his voice barely a whisper. Anna bit her lip and nodded. “You’re pregnant? With a child? Our child?”
“Yes, I am,” Anna said. Kristoff smiled and cupped the back of her head as he kissed her. Anna moves her hands off of her stomach and wrapped them around his neck.
“We’re having a baby!” he exclaimed. Anna nodded enthusiastically, and kissed him again. A thought crossed Kristoff’s mind, though, and he pulled away, suddenly unable to look at his wife.
“Kristoff? What’s wrong?” she asked.
“What if I’m not a good father?” he asked. “What if I hurt our child?”
“You’re kidding, right?” When Kristoff still didn’t look her way, Anna took matters into her hands, cupping his face and turning him to face her. “Kristoff, you have been nothing but good and caring to me. You took me in when I was alone and cold on the streets. You’ve always protected me and taken care of me. There’s not a single doubt in my mind that you will do the same for our child.”
Kristoff remembered how he let her be with Hans, and all the trauma that came from that.
“I haven’t always protected you,” he whispered, his gaze leaving hers. “I failed once, and you suffered immensely because of it.”
“That was my choice to be with him,” Anna reminded him. “And there was no way for either of us to know he was going to do everything he did.” Kristoff became angry at the reminder of what that man had done. Anna made sure to enter his vision again, and seeing the soft look in her eyes made hm relax. “But you didn’t hesitate in coming to rescue me. Elsa told me about how you had wanted to run after me when I called your name, despite all of your pain. It’s those things that make me feel safe, and affirm in my mind that you will be a wonderful father to our child.”
Kristoff’s hand subconsciously moved to his scar, and Anna gave him a look of disapproval, and moved the hand away.
“Don’t even think that,” she said. “You are nothing like your birth parents. You learned so much from Cliff and Bulda. I may not have met any of them, but from everything you told me, you are so much like your adopted parents. And I’m certain you’ll treat our child the same way Cliff and Bulda treated you.”
“How can you be so sure, Anna? What if my birth parents were exactly like us - deeply in love - but for some reason they still hurt me?” Kristoff asked. Anna sighed, and rested her forehead against his.
“That’s not how that works,” she said. “No one just goes after a child without having some other issues, whether it’s in the marriage or on a personal level. I know our marriage will be okay for the rest of our lives, because we’ve gotten through the last seven years just fine. And I know you would never, ever want to hurt our child like how your mother hurt you. You are too kind, too caring, and too protective to do anything like that. And those are some of the reasons why I am so deeply, hopelessly in love with you.”
Kristoff smiled at her. She ran her thumb over his scar, and though she had done that multiple times throughout the years, it still sent a shiver down Kristoff’s back. Anna’s lips locked with his again, and Kristoff pulled her closer, but made sure to leave extra room so he wouldn’t accidentally crush the baby.
“We’re having a baby,” Kristoff whispered against her lips. Anna chuckled.
“Yes. We’re having a baby,” she confirmed. “And the baby will learn to love and care and be kind, because they’ll have an amazing father to teach them that.”
“It takes both parents to raise the child properly when they live together, though,” Kristoff reminded her. “A lot of the things they’ll learn will come from you as well.”
“Our child will be one of the nicest and purest children out there,” Anna said.
“Look out, world. Little Bjorgman will be doing some amazing things,” Kristoff said, and Anna laughed.