A/N: I'd like to thank you all so much for all your support through this story! Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you've enjoyed! Like I said before, I am currently working on a new fic for Frozen that should be coming out sometime next month, so keep an eye out for that. But in the meantime, I invite you to enjoy this final chapter of "Waiting For an Angel".

Disclaimer: No matter how many times I stand in front of my mirror and sing Let it Go, I have never and will never own Frozen.

The queen's eyes fluttered open as she awoke. The last thing she remembered was an excruciating amount of pain and the sound of a baby's cry. Then everything had gone black.

Elsa tried to look around, but she was so tired she could barely lift her head. When she blacked out, it had just barely been the break of dawn. Now sunlight poured into the room, making it seem much more cheerful.

"Elsa?" a familiar voice said.

She looked up and saw Liam sitting in a chair across the room, cradling a bundle of blankets. He smiled at her and walked over to her bedside.

"It's a girl," he said.

Elsa carefully took the bundle into her arms. A little pale face peeked out from the blankets. Elsa marveled at the new life that she had brought into this world. The child opened her eyes, and Elsa saw that they were the same blue as hers. She saw wispy strands of white hair poking out from under the blanket that covered the top of the baby's head.

"She's so cold..." Elsa remarked.

Liam bit his lip and looked up, unsure as to how she was reacting to this. "I know," he replied.

Elsa beamed down at her daughter as she started to cry. "Oh Liam, she's so beautiful!"

Liam released his breath that he had been holding and smiled. He sat next to her and couldn't take his eyes off of his daughter.

"Have the people been told I had the baby?" Elsa asked.

"Yes," Liam replied, "and they are overjoyed, but, of course, we haven't released a name yet."

Elsa looked up at him. "A name..."

He smiled. "I think I know what you want to name her," he said.

She nodded as she rocked the child. "Isabella."

Liam turned his gaze to his daughter. "Isabella it is."

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Later that night, Elsa lay on the bed with her daughter asleep in her arms. She was exhausted, but she fought the fatigue so she could stay awake. She knew she'd have to get used to it anyway.

Liam had wanted to stay with Elsa, but she insisted that he go get some rest and that she would sleep later.

Her mind was filled with wonder over how beautiful her baby was. Princess Isabella would one day be the spitting image of her mother. Although, this had made Liam worry about what the teen years would bring, but they had a long way to go for that.

Elsa thought of the princess's namesake. Isabella would never get to grow up, to have her own family. She would never even get to enjoy those rotten teen years. No, she would never be more than nine years old. Elsa would make sure that her child would, and Isabella Holst could live vicariously through the princess of the same name.

In the dark room, Elsa could feel sleep closing in on her. She tried to keep her eyes open as she rocked the baby in her arms, but the darkness threatened to consume her...

Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a faint light next to her. She turned her head to see, and there, on the other side of the sheer curtain next to the bed, stood Isabella holding on to a candleholder with a lit candle. She wore a simple white dress that looked a bit like a nightgown, and around her neck was the pendent that Elsa had given her.

"Isabella?" the queen whispered. The child didn't say anything. Elsa wondered if her tired eyes were starting to play tricks on her, but the girl was still there after she rubbed her eyes. She seemed to have a heavenly presence, almost ghost-like, but in a good way.

"I don't know if I'm seeing things," Elsa said, "or if you're really there. But, I guess, at this point, I don't really care."

Isabella smiled at these words, but still didn't say anything.

Elsa said the question she needed to ask. "Did you see your angel?"

"Yes," Isabella finally spoke. There was an echo to her voice that made her sound angelic. "He appeared before me in the night. He took my hand, and instantly, the pain subsided. He led me away from the pain of my life to live again in heaven. He seemed familiar, so I asked, 'Have we met before?' He looked down at me, and said, 'Oh, Izzy. From the moment you were born, I cradled you, I sheltered you, I was always there.'"

Behind Isabella, a man in white appeared with the same golden brown hair and brown eyes as her. It was Isabella's father, Oliver Holst. He was her angel. Isabella looked up at him as he bowed his head to the queen, who smiled in return.

Elsa looked down again at the child in her arms. "Oh, Isabella," she said, "I only wish that my daughter would have gotten the chance to meet you. You've had such an influence on my life, and I wish you could have been here to influence her life as well."

"Don't worry," Isabella said. "I'll always be there for her. I will be there to guide her, even though she cannot see me. I am a part of her. She even bears my name."

Elsa smiled greatly at this remark with tears rolling down her face. She didn't know what to say.

"I'll be her angel," Isabella said. "I'll be with her, and I'll be with you too."

The girl smiled genuinely at the queen, before a sudden gust of wind blew out the candle in her hand, and Isabella and her father disappeared.

Elsa looked down at her daughter sleeping peacefully in her arms. She brushed back the little locks of blonde hair and kissed her forehead. This new little miracle that had come into her life was a blessing that she would never let go of.

Elsa heard footsteps and looked up to see Liam standing in the doorway.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," she replied.

"Who were you talking to a minute ago?"

Elsa sighed. "No one," she replied. "Just imagining things."

Liam smiled and sat down next to her on the bed. "Here," he said, "let me take her."

Elsa handed him Isabella and he placed the child into her crib on the other side of the room before returning to Elsa's side. Leaning in, he kissed her passionately, and she felt the heat of his face on hers.

When he pulled away, he smiled at her and held her face in his hand. "You've done so well today," he said. She smiled in thanks. "Get some sleep," he continued, standing. "You'll need it."

"Liam?" Elsa said as he began walking toward the door. He turned around to see her smiling face. "I love you."

He smiled in return. "I love you, too."

As he left, Elsa thought about how lucky she was. She had a good relationship with her sister, a loving husband, and now a beautiful daughter.

Smiling, the queen drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Read on, write on, dream on. -bandgeek63