I watched as he laid in his crib; snoring lightly as he breathed. I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist, and a chin finding a place to rest on my shoulder. My husband's scent filled my nostrils and I smiled.

"Watching our son sleep again, are we?" Christian whispered so not to wake our son. I nodded my head. My smile growing wider as I heard him say 'our son'. I placed a hand on my husband's hand and gave it a slight squeeze.

"Anna informed me that she watched her son sleep for the first few months of his life, she was worried something might happen if she didn't." I whispered back to him. Christian sighed,

"Elsa, nothing is going to happen to him. He's perfectly healthy, I swear he's okay!" I chuckled.

"That's the excuse I use, Love. I just like watching him sleep, he's so peaceful."

"He's so quiet," Christian teased. I smacked his hand lightly. It was rare that our son was this quiet; he had quite the pair of lungs.

We both stared at our son for a long time, neither one of us could honestly believe that he was ours, that we had made something so perfect, and pure. He had been born with his father's features, but with my hair and eyes. And also, to both my joy and fear he had been blessed or cursed, however you wish to look at it, with my talent to control ice and snow. He was too small to realize it yet, only being a few weeks old, but his emotions caused things to accrue. For intense, when he cried a small blizzard appeared over him.

I wasn't really all that worried, I'd teach him how to manage his powers once he was older and how to be responsible with them; but never would I repeat my father's infamous words,

"Conceal, don't feel." Oh how they still haunted me.

After what was probably an hour of watching my son sleep I turned my head around to look at my husband. My heart melted a little when I saw the look in his eyes; the sheer joy that reflected in his eyes as he stared at our son.

"Perhaps we should make our way to bed ourselves; after all we have a busy day tomorrow what with that…celebration.

Oh yes the celebration, how I loathed the thought of it. Tomorrow would be the two year anniversary of Wilhelm's burning, and since his burning had been such an ordeal my kingdom thought it best to celebrate it. Last year a giant statue of him had been made of him with straw and hay, and had been set ablaze. The entire kingdom celebrated, it was almost like a mix of Christmas and All Hallows Eve. This year there was to be a reenactment of his first visit when he killed the stable boy and his parents, when he crashed Anna's wedding, my battle with him, and his burning.

Even after all the evil he had done, after all the pain he had caused, the death that he had inflicted, I still felt bad. Deep down I believed that I had made him that way, that my betrayal had been the incident that sent him down on his path of evil and revenge. There had been many nights since his burning that I've had nightmares. I could still hear the screams that came from his mouth, and smell the flesh being burned. I shook my head and tried to ignore the memories.

I had more positive things to think about. My kingdom was flourishing; my people were content and thriving. My sister and I's bond was stronger than it had ever been, my nephew and niece were happy and healthy, and lastly I had a loving husband and a son of my own. I had more than I could have ever hoped for, more than I had ever thought possible.

"I agree," Christian said, releasing his arms from my waist. He made his way to the door and waited for me in the doorway. I silently walked over to my son's crib, bent down and placed a small kiss on his forehead.

"Goodnight, my little Prince," I whispered. I pulled myself away from him, a larger part of me wanted to stay and watch him sleep, rather than go to be myself. I sighed and walked over to my husband, his smile warming my heart. He placed an arm around my waist, and after placing his lips on mine he looked over to where our son slept. He smiled and whispered,

"Goodnight, Jakob, sweet dreams." We both exited the room, Christian closing the door behind us. We walked over to our room next door when I looked up at my husband.

"You know, I think Jack would be a good nickname for him, don't you agree?"

Christian scrunched his brown while thinking, making a "hmm" sound. He smiled and nodded his head.

"Jack, I like it. It sounds like a name for a proper person, but also for a person who knows how to have fun." I nodded my head, thinking the same thing as he. We closed the door behind us, and made our way to our bed where we feel asleep in each-other's arms.

I watched from the window, making sure that she was gone, and that it was safe to enter. I turned myself into smoke, allowing myself to slip through the window to the child's room. I cracked my neck to the side as I regained my human form. I walked lightly over to the baby's crib where I saw him sleeping.

I smiled at the baby and reached down to pick it up. The baby awoke the moment my hands wrapped around its tiny body. It didn't cry, it simply stared at me with curiosity. Once I had managed to pull the thing out of the crib completely I turned my arms into a crude cradle and held the baby in them.

"Hello there, little Prince," I whispered to him as he started to fall asleep in my arms. I smiled, the fun has just begun.