✔𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈

Chapter 146: A Budding Friendship

"Do you like that, Chandy? You're flying!"

The little prince squealed and giggled gibberishly before his mother's actions in sheer thrill at being held up in mid air, and he wasn't the only one who's smiling because of this adorable sight. Elsa lightly bounced his small figure between her hands, earning a giddy laugh from the elated baby boy.

"Let's go to the stars!" Elsa cheered to excite her son more. Chandler laughed and waved out his slightly ample arms in the air as the queen continued her actions.

"Is my little snowflake laughing? Huh?" She finally lowered him down on top of her rising and falling chest, burying her nose on the smooth skin of his neck, "Oh no! Your wings are gone!" She dramatically tapped his tiny nose in faux dismay, "Whatever shall we do, now?"

Chandler smiled and placed his chubby hand on his mother's cheek, not exactly replying to her question. Elsa chuckled before pressing her lips against the two month old's crown as she watched him gently lay his head on her breast tiredly.

"Hey, Chandler... do.. Do you love mama?"

She felt pathetic for asking such a question, to a child, no less, who does not yet have the ability to speak. But she couldn't help it. Could infants even feel affection, somehow?

She asked the question for a valid reason... or it's only herself who considers it necessary.

Was she a good mother so far?

Chandler looked up at her in curiosity, round eyed and innocent. He just stared at her, memorizing every bit of his mother's pretty features.

And in that moment, he babbled incoherently before wrapping his arms around her neck, and even though one could barely call it a proper embrace, the ice queen felt that familiar warmth swarming her chest again.

Aiden... Your son.. Our son... He's just like you.

Elsa sniffled and flashed him a watery smile, "D-did you... Did you understand that, Chandler?"

Chandler gently pulled away and returned his head of platinum blonde tresses to sag back on his mother's breast, yawning quietly as his eyes grew more sluggish. Elsa simply stared at him in silent awe, marveling at how time swiftly passes by so fast.

If she had consistently refused to return back home with Anna during the Great Freeze, would she still have the opportunity to be a sister? A mother? A wife?

Would she still be loved?

"Sleep tight, little love," She murmured.

You are my snowflake,
my only snowflake.

Aiden peeped behind the door implicitly, a gloved hand readily upon the cool surface of the knob. He was just thankful he hadn't twisted it yet.

You make me happy,
when skies are gray.

Gods was she amazing. Chandler's conciousness sinked further as his mother sang without restraint; this was not the graceful and reserved queen Aiden is seeing.

All Aiden saw was a mother.

You'll never know, dear,
how much I love you...

His heart defenselessly melted between agitated breaths as the door creaked by his muscled back, but he managed to keep it in place to ensure he remains hidden.

Please don't take, my snowflake away.

Chandler heavily slept contentedly in his bed of warmth; releasing soft little noises near to an audible snore. Elsa tenderly patted his head and grabbed a clean cloth to wipe that trail of drool from the corner of the infant's lips.