"Elsa, is it fun making babies?"

For a moment, the queen's mind when blank, feeling a bit like a mountain of snow had fallen inside her skull and suffocated all her thought processes. Slowly, she looked up from the novel she had been idly reading (Elsa was almost certain she'd read everything in the castles library once during her years of isolation) to find a small snowman looking up at her expectantly.

A moment passed in silence as Olaf rocked back and forth on his feet, arms straight out as a precaution should his swaying cause him to lose balance. A second moment went by, and Olaf's naturally large eyes widened further. By the third moment, his movements ebbed to a stop, his arms lowering a fraction.

"Elsa, did you hear me? I asked if making babies is fun."

As the question was repeated, a mental gust of wind made quick work of the snowy mound filling the queen's head. Reason returned to her brain and Elsa found herself meeting Olaf's wide eyed gaze, her own pupils dilating in mild horror.

"Olaf..." She started cautiously, a fluster of mixed emotions causing her fingers to tip with frost, "why do you want to know if making babies is fun?"

"Is wanting to know a bad thing?" His raised arms drooped another inch as the snowman's usually chipper mood dwindled, as if Elsa had just told him there would be no flowers blooming next summer.

Internally, the queen of Arendelle flinched at Olaf's frown. She'd upset him, and the sight of a cute little snowman being anything but happy was terribly unpleasant.

"No, Olaf, it is not bad of you to ask about making babies," Elsa began with a slow breath that was meant to reassure him and calm her nerves, "I just wasn't expecting you to ask that question."

"Oh!" The snowman blurted out, as a bit of cheer returned to his expression. "I was just being surprising! Like how Anna said you surprised everyone at your coronation ball with your magic!"

"Uh... something like that." The queen mumbled as her expression fell. What little ice that had defrosted from her hands quickly returning. She made a mental note to have a discussion with her sister at a later date. Heaven's only knew how that girl's fondness for pageantry made the happenings of that day sound, especially to Olaf. "I'd still like to know what inspired you to ask if making babies is fun."

"Well, I was walking through the market this morning-" Olaf began as if he were preparing to tell an absolutely true yet absolutely crazy story, complete with bewitched furniture, an enchanted rose, and a cursed prince. "-and had stopped to admire a vendor's crate of carrots. This one," he poked his nose for emphasis, "is getting a bit mushy and I've been thinking about getting a new one, when all of a sudden there where two woman talking over me! 'I hear Elda Fay is having another baby!' One of them said. 'Oh my!' The other exclaimed back, 'I feel like she had her sixth just a month ago. How does she keep doing it! Maybe it's true what they say? Making the baby is the funnest part.' That's when I thought to myself 'if anyone knows the answer to that it would be Elsa! She loves making things!' Like the snow you're making right now!"

Blinking, Elsa then realized that yes, she had managed to coat her arm chair with a thin layer of flurries by this point. As she took a second to try to relax the cold away Olaf continued on.

"You do know about it right? If making babies fun? If it is, we should do it together sometime!"

Elsa just stared at Olaf, her eyes wide in shock as the snowman bounced up and down in excitement, completely oblivious to the queen's discomfort.

"Well, Olaf..." Elsa started, hesitantly, once she felt herself in enough control to speak again, yet entirely uncertain as how to properly respond to such a question, "I do know how you make babies."

Despite her past seclusion, the queen did know the finer points of courting and sex. Their had been one or two awkward conversations with her mother about what 'birds and bee' did. As a curious teenager, Elsa had even found a few encyclopedias that referenced the purposes of coupling, but that didn't mean she really trusted herself to have this conversation. The matter was made all the more worse with a snowman that seemed so inherently knowledgeable about some things (like what it means to be in love) but completely naïve to other topics (like what snow does in summer). Having spent most of her life alone, hidden away in her room, Elsa didn't exactly consider herself qualified to answer any questions anyone had about babies or how fun it would be making them.

"And how is it done?" Olaf inquired, the snowman rotating his arms in little circles as if expecting the gesture to encourage her explanation to come faster.

For a brief second the queen considered delaying the inevitable, telling Olaf that she could answer his questions...later. Much later. Perhaps that would give her some time to prepare her words, maybe even give her a chance to compile some reference materials should the snowman have more questions she couldn't answer. But the way Olaf was looking up at her, just as a child would who was anxiously waiting for his mother to tell him why yellow and snow don't go together, the queen found herself relenting.

She started simply, but directly. Making babies, Elsa began, only happened when a man and woman became very close. Like how a bee must touch the inside of a flower to fertilize its pollen. This experience could be fun, given the right circumstances, but men and woman didn't typically partake in such fun unless they were willing to consider raising the baby they created. Although sometimes some people could overlook this last fact.

"So," Olaf began after several 'yeah, but why' and a few anxious snowflakes later, "is making babies like making snowmen?"

Uncertain as to what she could have said to lead the snowman to imagine this, Elsa could only bring herself to blink at him for a minute.

"No." She eventually answered, her head beginning to pulse as it attempted to understand the mechanics of Olaf's mind. "I afraid it's not much like making snowmen."

"Oh." His expression fell with disappointment at this. "I don't think that I want to make babies then, if it's not like making snowmen." To the queen of Arendelle's relief, Olaf finally seemed pacified. Soon enough he wondered off into the castle halls with his customary delight gradually returning.

"Well." Elsa said to herself once he'd gone, her head slightly throbbing from stain of unexpected conversation. "At least he asked me in stead of Anna."