Title: A Case Of Selective Obliviousness: Then Comes The Baby In The Baby Carriage?
By: garlic
Disclaimer: Frozen and affiliated property of Disney
Summary: In which magic is afoot, and Elsa and Anna get a very unexpected surprise.
AN: Last installment. (For realsies this time.) Let's be honest. Who didn't see this one coming? You know you've been immersed in fanfiction for a long time when "magical gay lady babies" barely registers any surprise. This is full of the fluffiest fluff I think I could ever fluff, so be ready to roll your eyes. TW: Elsanna/Icest. And groping. Anna gets a little randy. Hormones, man.
It was an unusual thing for Anna to be ill. Much less sick for so many days in a row.
Elsa chewed her bottom lip with worry. "You really don't look well. I think we should call in the physician."
Anna waved her off with a careless pass of her hand. "I'm fine. Just something I ate didn't agree with me, that's all."
"But-"
"Elsa, I know you worry, but it's really nothing." Anna stepped in close, reaching up to cup her wife's face in her hands. She gazed reassuringly into troubled blue eyes. "Now go do Queenly stuff, I'm heading to the kitchens."
Elsa was still unsure, but nodded her acceptance. She pressed forward, laying a light kiss to Anna's brow. "Will you still meet me for lunch?" She murmured, letting their embrace linger.
"Of course," Anna chuckled. "Now off you go." With a soft push Elsa was headed out the door, but not without one last concerned look over her shoulder. Anna shook her head in amusement before completely losing her good cheer as the motion turned her stomach once more.
"Ugh, maybe I'll skip the kitchen."
In the end Anna's nausea failed to abate, and she finally conceded to having the Royal Physician come in for a check-up.
And after a series of poking and prodding and terribly invasive questions ("Seriously, do you really need to know that?") the doctor sat down across from her with a quiet grave expression on his face.
Anna fidgeted restlessly, knuckles tapping together, tucking her hair behind her ear, smoothing out her dress. What could it be? Oh god, I'm not dying, am I? Oh no, what if-
"Well, it appears you're pregnant."
"I'M WHAT?!"
"You're WHAT?!"
Elsa stared slack-jawed at her wife, and under any other circumstance Anna would have found that expression hilarious.
"Um, surprise?"
Elsa continue to gape, mind blank. The room chilled considerably. Anna waved a hand in front of her wife's face, but she was - ironically - frozen stiff. She shrugged.
"I know, right? Shocking news for me too."
Elsa blinked (progress! Anna cheered) and her gaze dropped. Anna followed her eye line to her stomach. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.
"You can stare all you want, there's nothing there to see yet."
Elsa made a strangled sound.
"And it is yours, just to make things perfectly clear."
At that Elsa snapped out of stupor, head jerking up to meet her wife's eyes. "No! Of course! I would never-!"
Anna chuckled at Elsa's panic as her sister frantically waved her hands about. She reached out her own, catching the flailing limbs and draping them on her shoulders, pulling her in close.
"I know," Anna teased. "But it did get your attention."
Elsa stared down in wonder, eyes once again zeroing in on Anna's belly. Her arms slid down to her hips, thumbs softly massaging her sides. "You're really pregnant?" She hushed, voice heavy with awe. "But how?"
Anna shrugged. "How does anything in our lives happen? Magic and True Love. Probably."
Blue eyes returned hesitantly to teal. "And you're okay? It...it doesn't hurt or feel weird or-"
Anna hushed her, knowing immediately where Elsa was getting at. "I'm fine. Your magic isn't hurting me." She stretched to give Elsa a reassuring kiss. "It's given us the best gift in the world."
Elsa smiled shyly.
Anna nudged her. "And even your magic knows it." Eyes drifted upwards, where large light fluffy flakes swirled playfully in the warm air.
Elsa sniffed, cuddling protectively around around her wife (and future child!).
"Well, a head's up would have been appreciated."
"You're what?!"
Anna rolled her eyes. Okay sure, a woman getting another woman pregnant was pretty much unheard of, but these reactions were getting a bit tiring.
"Yes I'm pregnant, yes Elsa is the father, no this is not some sugar created delusion brought on by too much chocolate."
Kristoff shut his jaw with an audible click. He squinted. Crossed his arms over his thick chest and looked searchingly up at the sky as if it held all the answers to the universe. A long minute passed before the burly blond looked back down at Anna.
"Can't you guys ever do anything normally?"
Anna huffed. "How rude! I thought you were a 'love expert,'" she mocked, curling her fingers in taunting air quotes. "You should have expected this kind of thing! At least Sven is supportive, right Sven?" She turned to the reindeer.
Sven stared blankly at her, muzzle agape, half eaten carrot forgotten on the ground. Anna stomped her foot petulantly. "Not you too!"
Considering there was a lack of physicians well-versed in magical pregnancies, the Queens opted to make the trip out to the Valley of the Living Rock to consult with the only other magical beings they knew.
Sven's enthusiastic towing and Anna's newfound nausea combined with Elsa's overprotective nature made for a very uncomfortable ride, and it was with great relief that they reached their destination and disembarked.
And were immediately set upon by Kristoff's...enthusiastic family.
"Oh look, Kristoff's back!"
"Kristoff!"
The Official Royal Ice Deliverer of Arendelle was promptly buried under a pile of wriggling rocks.
Elsa looked on amazed, arms wrapped guardedly around her wife. "Well, they certainly are...affectionate."
Anna giggled, snuggling into Elsa's embrace as Kristoff struggled out from under the familial rockslide. Her soft laughter attracted the attention of the other trolls, who eagerly started rolling her way.
"Why, Princess Anna! So good of you to come!"
"No no no, she's the Queen now! Queen Anna!"
"Queen Anna!"
"You look lovely as ever!"
"Have you gained weight?"
Just as they were about converge on the wide-eyed redhead Kristoff managed to free himself enough to shout out a warning.
"Wait! Don't just jump all over her! She's pregnant!"
"Pregnant?!" The stony horde came to a screeching halt. A cadre of horrified eyes turned as one back to Kristoff.
"How could you!"
"She's a married woman!"
"Queen Elsa put a ring on it!"
Kristoff raised his hands in defense, backing away quickly. "Whoa, hey, hey! It isn't mine!"
A gasp from the assembled trolls.
"Kristoff Bjorgman! How dare you! You take responsibility for what you've done!"
"We raised you better than that!"
"Hey!" Kristoff yelled, affronted. "I'm saying that Elsa's the father!"
The trolls quieted, and several dozen eyes blinked in unison before turning like a well-oiled machine to stare at the woman in question. Elsa recoiled slightly, ducking to hide behind Anna, much to the redhead's amusement.
"Ooooohhhhhh." They chorused.
Anna smiled. "Yes, and we were hoping to talk to Grand Pabbie. Since this is clearly the work of magic, and he's the magic expert in the area."
Bulda nodded, waddling over to grasp Anna's hand. "Of course dears! Come this way, have a seat! You shouldn't be standing around in your condition!"
Anna cheerily followed, leaving Elsa behind to fend for herself. Large curious eyes honed in on the platinum blond. She shifted nervously under their stares, fingers coming up to fiddle at the ends of her braid.
"So you're the one Anna married instead of Kristoff?"
Elsa blinked at the young troll who had stepped closer to her. "Um...yes, that would be me?"
"I bet it's 'cuz you don't tinkle in the woods."
Elsa's jaw dropped. Kristoff reddened. "HEY!"
And with that the family descended into a cacophony of teasing and shouting and trolls being tossed in the air. It was to this rather chaotic scene that Pabbie made his entrance.
He rolled up to the Queens (Elsa had escaped to Anna's side the moment Sven came galloping into the fray to aid Kristoff), unfurling himself with rumbling grace.
"Your Majesties, a pleasure to see you again. What brings you all the way out here?"
Anna and Elsa exchanged a glance. "Well...there's been an unexpected...development."
A bushy, mossy eyebrow raised. "And it has to do with...magic perhaps?"
The sisters nodded.
"And maybe just a dash of True Love?"
Bulda popped up. "Anna's pregnant!"
Pabbie's other brow rose. "Is that so? Congratulations to you both."
Twin blushes rose on fair cheeks. "Thank you."
"Now, I'm assuming this isn't just a visit to inform us of these happy tidings."
Elsa cleared her throat delicately. "About the pregnancy, we just wanted to make sure everything was okay." Anna reached over to clasp their hands together, squeezing reassuringly. She turned to the Troll Elder.
"We're sure it's fine. After all Elsa's magic is just as wonderful as she is."
Elsa blushed shyly, cradling their joined hands gratefully.
"But it would be nice to know, well, exactly how this all happened." Anna continued, waving her free hand vaguely up and down her body.
Pabbie pondered, stony eyebrows furrowing in consideration. He shuffled closer to Anna, hovering gentle hands over her stomach. With a hum a soft glow lit the air, and Elsa watched fascinated. The last time she had witnessed the Troll's magic she was so young and terrified, her worry for Anna eclipsed all else. Now she could feel the gentle tug deep in her soul as her own magic responded to the Pabbie's, prickling under her skin and chilling the air.
She was on the verge of releasing a flurry of snow above their heads when Pabbie sighed and stepped away, magic fading. Elsa felt her own powers settle, placid and cool.
"Well, Your Majesties..." Pabbie gravely intoned, "It appears that your pregnancy is indeed the result of..."
Everyone held their breath.
"True Love."
Everyone deflated. Anna rolled her eyes. "We know that! Geez, this was so anti-climactic." She squinted at Pabbie. "You know, sooner or later there's bound to be something that can't be explained away by 'True Love.'"
Grand Pabbie shrugged. "Today is not that day."
"Councillors, there is one last issue to discuss."
The room turned their attention to their Queen Regnant, highly interested. It wasn't often their monarchs broached subjects not listed in their itinerary, and there had been no more items on today's list.
"About the issue of heirs-"
"Ah! Your Majesties have decided to start the adoption process?"
"No, we have not-"
"It would be best to get on this as soon as possible-"
"No, that's not really necessary-"
"-after all these things take time-"
"We are not adopting-"
"-and there is a lot of paperwork to go through-"
"ANNA IS PREGNANT!"
Silence reigned.
"So Your Majesties went with a surrogate then?"
"What? No!"
"Because no offense, Your Excellency, you should have run this past the council first-"
"This wasn't planned!"
"-there are non-disclosure contracts to think of-"
"I'M THE FATHER!"
Silence once again took the throne. It was getting quite comfortable there. A chicken squawked in the distance.
"But Your Majesty, you're a woman."
"I am aware."
"As is Queen Anna."
"If I recall, you all didn't seem to have an issue with this particular detail before."
"..."
"..."
"...So it was True Love then?"
"And a bit of magic, apparently."
"Ahhh." A murmur of understanding sounds and a flurry of nodding heads made it's rounds around the council chamber. And not for the first time Elsa marveled at the apparent ease her cabinet had with accepting the most bizarre of occurrences.
"So what shall you name the babe then?"
Immediately suggestions flew from every corner of the room.
"Certainly after Their Majesties' parents!"
"Yes, Agdar if a boy, Idunn if a girl!"
"I disagree! King Agdar had always planned for 'Leif' in the instance of a son!"
"Or perhaps Sigurd or Ingeborg? A strong traditional name from our forefathers!"
"Posh, the lot of you! This is a new child for a new era! They ought to have a name reflecting that, not some old dowdy name from a bunch of dead fogies!"
The council dissolved into a raucous argument, slinging baby names and insults at each other in an ironically childish display of immaturity.
Elsa buried her head in her hands with a groan.
Things had been going relatively smoothly so of course something was bound to happen.
The first alarming incident occurred not a week later, as yet another meeting was adjourning. Councilman Kløne had stepped up to Anna when suddenly a chill blasted through the room, sending clothes flapping and paperwork awhirl.
Gasps of shock and surprise erupted, and when the freezing wind died down and all the loose papers settled the unfortunate Councillor was stiff and silent, covered in a thin layer of fresh rime. He blinked ice-coated brows in astonishment at Anna, who gaped back equally confused, and as one they turned their heads towards Elsa.
The Queen Regnant was bewildered herself, blue eyes wide. Frost radiated in jagged patterns upon the floor, but aside from that and the Councilman the rest of the room was free of ice. Finally the Head Councillor tentatively broke the silence.
"Um, Your Majesty?"
With a start Elsa hurried forward. "I'm so sorry Councillor Kløne! I didn't mean-I don't know what came over me!" She began to wave her hand to dismiss the rime but with a jerk Kløne backed away, icicles comically swaying from his nose.
"No! It was completely my fault, Your Majesty! I should not have approached Queen Anna so closely! Forgive my impudence!"
The Queens gaped as the Councilman bowed contritely, and with a sneeze and a sniffle bid them farewell and retreated from the room. The rest of the the cabinet watched in silence, but the moment Kløne's frost-covered derriere was out the door a roar of laughter burst out, rippling through room.
"Hah! I guess it's a lesson learned well today, eh?"
"Poor chap, he'll have time to reflect on his actions with a nice long soak in the tub!"
And with many amused goodbye chuckles the room emptied. Anna and Elsa glanced wordlessly at one another. Anna arched a challenging eyebrow. "And that was...?"
Elsa blushed in embarrassment. "I-I don't know. He just was suddenly so close to you and I-it just...happened." She gave a weak shrug.
Apparently, not only was Elsa's magic fertile, it was also bit over protective.
Three months into the pregnancy and Anna had never felt worse. She was tired and sore and headache-y and everything seemed to set her temper off. In fact, word of her newly reduced fuse had spread swiftly throughout the castle and it seemed that single every servant had taken to carrying stashes of chocolate covered pickles (gross, but worth the end result) on their person, ready to to assuage her wrath.
Anna would have felt a bit guilty about that, except the treats were so delicious.
In fact, the only person who hadn't seemed to get the message was none other than the Queen Regnant, arguably the one person who ought to have known. And was reaping the consequences of her ignorance. And thus...
Elsa stared forlornly at Kai and Gerda.
"I did something wrong, but I don't know what I did wrong, and now Anna's making me sleep in another room."
Kai and Gerda exchanged knowing glances.
Gerda pat Elsa consolingly on the back. "These things happen, dear."
"Indeed," Kai intoned solemnly, though the twinkle in his eye betrayed him. "All one can do now is beg for forgiveness and wait for mercy."
"But-!"
Kai and Gerda firmly laid their hands upon Elsa's shoulders, holding eye contact with laser-like intensity. She gulped.
"Apologize. Then wait."
"It wouldn't hurt to bring her some chocolate pastries and tell her she's pretty, too."
Elsa didn't think she was prepared for this pregnancy at all.
By the end of the month word of Anna's pregnancy had begun to spread beyond the castle walls, and ever so engaged with the relationship between Queens and Country, another survey was quickly conducted to measure how well the people were receiving more magical, True Love-related news.
In the local tavern:
"Well ain't that a kicker! Did'ya hear that Drukkenbolt? Queen Elsa's gone and gotten Queen Anna pregnant! Who would have put odds on that one, eh? Three cheers for Her Majesty's virility!"
Madame Deilig's One Stop Shop For Women:
"Well that's one thing our extensive collection couldn't do! But may I interest you in anything? Fun for you and a loved one. I can make some recommendations."
At the Church of Arendelle:
"Well, it's really not more unbelievable than a virgin getting with child."
At the local elementary school:
"You see, when two women love each other very much, and one of them has magical powers, sometimes a magical baby is magically conceived."
"That doesn't explain anything, Mrs. Lærer."
"...Ask your parents."
The Kingdom of Arendelle was made up of hardy, unfaze-able folk.
As Anna entered her second trimester her morning sickness fell away, replaced with an almost tangible glow of happy contentment. Her figure had filled out, growing notably plumper about her hips and breasts (and Elsa noticed, oh how she noticed). And as the weeks passed the slope of her belly curved into a gentle bump, which a delighted Queen Regnant (as well as an enthusiastic animated snowman) took to placing her palms upon as often as possible.
The doctor had given her a clean bill of health, and he and Gerda (and Madame Deilig through another missive and yet another gift box) had advised her to enjoy this particular stage of pregnancy. So Anna and Elsa spent as much time relaxing and enjoying each other's company, often going out into the town to visit their subjects. Thankfully Elsa had her magic's hair-trigger possessiveness under tight control at this point and refrained from freezing every single person that touched her wife. Because that happy couple was also expecting and just excited to be sharing the same experience, and that small innocent child was only curious and for god's sake do not frost the kindly old lady trying to give Anna a beautiful bouquet of flowers! Sometimes Elsa felt her magic was just ridiculous.
Anna glanced surreptitiously at her wife, who was glaring icy daggers at anyone who came within a few feet of her (including the friendly cat who purred and begged for a belly rub). She rolled teal eyes. Elsa was just so ridiculous sometimes.
It was about the sixth month when Elsa was truly tested.
"Your Majesty?"
Elsa let out a rather unqueenly snort, jerking her head up from where she had been face planting on top of a pile of trade correspondences from Corona.
"Huh? What-wait, where?" The tousled blond head swayed, gazing confusedly around the room before landing on the blurry figures of her Head Maid and Butler.
"Are you all right?"
Elsa blinked blearily, hand coming up to rub at gritty eyes. She stared pitifully at Kai and Gerda.
"Anna, she-she keeps...I can't...she's insatiable! I'm so tired."
Kai and Gerda exchanged smirks.
"These things happen, Your Majesty."
Elsa frowned, and was about to reply when she was interrupted by her death knell.
"Elsaaa!"
A high sweet angelic voice rang though the hall. Horror dawned in the blond's haggard expression. Elsa turned towards Kai and Gerda, desperation in her eyes.
"No!" She whimpered pathetically. "You have to help me! Distract her! Hide me! Anything!" Elsa cast her gaze frantically about the room. Footsteps echoed ever closer to the study, a merry whistled tune set as her background music to doom.
"Surely there must be some secret passageway hidden around here!" Tugging aside a wall tapestry yielded...a wall. Elsa growled and kicked it petulantly. "What kind of castle is this?!"
Kai and Gerda shook silently with laughter, quickly sobering as Anna reached the study in a flurry of good cheer.
"Els-oh! Kai, Gerda, I wasn't expecting to see you here!"
"We were just leaving, Your Majesty."
Elsa reached out in a silent plea, betrayal writ all over her face. No! You can't leave me here alone with this...this...beast!
Alas, the Head Butler and Maid did not heed her and slipped out, shutting the door firmly and with finality. Elsa saw her last hope snuffed. She was trapped.
She stiffened as warm arms slipped around her waist in iron shackles. A soft, curvy form pressed intimately at her back like stones. Lips traced burning kisses down her neck before biting down possessively at the junction of her shoulder. She could feel a grin shape devious and wide on her skin, and a hand trailed teasingly down her arm before grasping her wrist in a vise grip, bringing it back behind her and placed commandingly on a soft thigh. Elsa whimpered.
"Elsa." A soft whisper at her jaw. The hand at her wrist guided her higher.
"Elsa..." Hot breath tickled over her ear. Her hand slid to stop, engulfed in heat and wet and want.
With a moan Elsa conceded, whirling around to catch Anna in a bruising kiss, pushing her atop her desk and scattering papers to the floor.
Another whole day gone with hardly any work done or sleep had, but Elsa knew she would succumb again tomorrow. Who was she to dismiss orders from her Queen?
As Anna began her third trimester fatigue had really started to set in. Her stomach had rounded, settling large and heavy (and directly on her bladder, she was constantly going to the restroom). But as tired and sore as she felt, she was nonetheless content. Their little baby was growing strong, active and kicking, and no amount of discomfort could take away the joy at seeing Elsa cuddle close to her belly, love turning her eyes soft and tender.
They spent their nights like this, reclined on their bed together as Elsa sung quiet lullabies and Anna read adventurous fairy tales.
Things had never felt so peaceful.
"PUSH!"
"AARRGHHH!"
Elsa quailed in the hallway, fretting at the shouts echoing through the heavy oak door. Kai sighed.
"Your Majesty, perhaps you'd feel better if you were by Queen Anna's side-"
Elsa started to pace again, lip worried raw between her teeth. "But, according to tradition..."
Another cry of pain had Elsa flinching. Her hands wrung, and the temperature in the hall dropped even lower. "According to tradition, I should stay out of the birthing room."
Kai eyed the windows, where frost had begun to crystallize in the corners, spreading in crackling lines along the edges.
"With all due respect, Your Excellency, I don't think tradition is really an issue here."
Elsa looked up, wane and pale. "But-but still..." Blue eyes darted to the door, down to her hands, and over to the window. "I don't think it's a good idea," she whispered, voice tight with apprehension.
Kai grimaced. She had noticed the ice. "Queen Elsa-Elsa." The butler gently caught his charge around the shoulders, bringing her to a halt. He stared meaningfully into her eyes. "You will be fine, Anna will be fine. The baby will be fine. And you should be with her."
Elsa gazed worriedly back. "But-"
"WHERE THE HELL IS MY WIFE?!"
Elsa and Kai jumped in surprise at the hoarse bellow. They stared fearfully at the door.
"I think she means for you to go in." Kai whispered out of the corner of his mouth.
Elsa nodded meekly and with one last hesitant glance at the frosted window panes went to her wife.
Kai breathed a sigh of relief as the door shut behind her. Only to have his wits scared out of him a second time as a cheery voice piped up from behind him.
"Oh hey! Is the baby here yet? There was a lot of screaming."
The butler gasped for breath, clutching at his heart as he turned to face the snowman. "Sir Olaf! The baby is on the way. I'm sure he or she shall arrive soon."
Olaf waved his arms about in excitement. "Ooohh, how thrilling! Do you think they'll let me hold 'em?"
Kai eyed the twigs that made up the snowman's arms. "Er, we'll just ask Queen Elsa and Anna about that later, shall we?"
Olaf nodded happily, and plopped down right there in the hallway, wiggling his legs to and fro. "I wonder if the baby will look like me and Marshmallow? Wouldn't that be great?"
Kai didn't have the heart to correct him.
Anna cradled the newborn in her arms, utterly enchanted with the tiny bundle. She made this, her and Elsa together, this perfect little rosy life.
A pale hand reached to wipe at the tiny soft chin. "She's drooling. She's just like her mother."
Anna rolled her eyes and brought her hand to swat reprovingly at her wife. Right, as soon as the birth is over you've stopped being a total wreck and are cool as a cucumber.
Elsa chuckled, catching her hand and bringing it up to lay an adoring kiss to her palm. "She's perfect," she murmured, bending to drop another kiss against wispy strawberry blond hair. "Just like her mother."
Anna snorted, but couldn't do anything about the blush that rose readily to her cheeks. "You smooth-talker. Don't think that'll get you out of changing diapers." She returned her gaze to her baby, running a gentle finger over a pillow soft cheek. "She really is perfect, isn't she," she whispered. She felt the bed dip as Elsa sat, arm slipping comfortably behind her shoulder. They leaned into each other, temples pressed together as they gazed at the start of their new family.
"Have you thought of a name?" Elsa cooed, fingers soothingly rubbing the baby's belly as the tiny face scrunched and let out a little yawn. So adorable! The Queens internally squealed.
"Asta."
Elsa turned to Anna, meeting warm teal eyes. "Asta." With smile she swooped in for long tender kiss, humming happily when they parted. Asta wriggled sleepily between them.
"Perfect."
Love, indeed.
Days passed, and the streets of Arendelle were alive with celebration and merriment. The safe birth of the royal baby was the talk of the kingdom, and the Queens were inundated with congratulatory letters and gifts from their people. But it was when the busy days faded into night that Elsa felt truly blessed.
She gazed down at her wife and child, feeling so full of love and pride she might burst. For as wondrous as Anna had always claimed Elsa's powers were, she was sure that this little miracle was the most beautiful thing her magic could have ever created.
As if hearing her thoughts sleepy blue eyes blinked open, looking up at her with unconditional trust. And before Elsa knew it magic was racing through her veins, hand out and palm up, aglow with a bright blue aura that shot up in a dazzle of light, exploding in a firework of soft snow.
Asta giggled, waving chubby little arms in excitement, then squealed in laughter as Elsa dove down to give her a cold eskimo kiss. She felt tiny hands come up to slap uncoordinately at her face, and then a shift in the mattress as warm arms wrapped around her waist, tugging her fully onto the bed and into a solid embrace.
"The sky is not awake, so neither should you two be." Anna's sleepy voice teased. Elsa smothered a grin against Asta's cheek, cuddling closer and eliciting another happy giggle from the infant. She felt a kiss brush the crown of her head and her child settle down into sleep. Tucked into this fond embrace with the two she loved most in the world, Elsa couldn't feel happier. She vowed to treasure every moment.
Until puberty. She'd let Anna handle that.
Fin.
AN: You do not know how much I love Madame Deilig. I have a whole headcanon for her. She's the most sexually progressive person in the whole kingdom, and loves to help people enjoy their sex lives. Women from all social classes secretly visit her all the time for tips and general fun conversation. Four for you, Madame Deilig. Also, Asta means "love," for those of you who are wondering. And again, many many thanks to everyone who reviewed/faved/followed.