Hey guys, I really do apologize for the late update. It usually does not take me this long to finish a short story like this. But the thing is, I had trouble with this chapter. After writing four chapters like this, it was getting harder to write them. I didn't want them all to sound too much alike. But here it is, the final chapter, where Anna and Kristoff welcome their third child. Thank you so much for those of you who were kind enough to fave, follow, and review this story! Hope you enjoy, and keep reviewing! :)

Chapter 3: One More Birthday

"No. Absolutely not. We are not naming our child that."

"What?"

"We are not naming our child Torvin."

"What's wrong with Torvin?"

"It's hideous! Do you want our child to go out in the world with a hideous name? He'll be laughed at!"

"Like your name is so much better."

"What's wrong with Hildegard?"

Kristoff shuddered. "It sounds like an old lady's name."

Anna scowled at him. "It just so happens that Hildegard was my grandmother's name. I thought it would be a nice way to honor her. Besides, we wouldn't have to use her full name all the time. We could shorten it to Hilde or something."

"I'm sorry, but I just can't get over the fact that it sounds old," said Kristoff, shrugging.

Anna narrowed her eyes dangerously at him. "You know what I think?" she said.

"What's that?" Kristoff asked.

"I think it should really be the woman who names the baby," said Anna. "Because, after all, it is the woman who carries the baby around for nine months and gives birth to it."

"Oh, you're going to pull that one on me?" said Kristoff, smirking.

"You know it's true," said Anna, choosing to ignore Kristoff's smirk and his snide comment.

It was late evening. They had been going back and forth like this for the past hour. Each of them would pick out a name that they liked, but they couldn't get the other to submit to it.

Kristoff opened his mouth to retort, but before he could say anything, there was a light tap on the door and Elsa came in, carrying a fussy one-year-old Dominik on her hip with three-year-old Bella right behind her, clutching her mother's skirts.

"What on earth are you two arguing about now?" she asked.

"We're not arguing, we're just discussing," Anna answered.

"I would hardly call that discussing, Anna," said Kristoff. Anna glared at him.

"Well, whatever you're doing, could you please keep it down?" Elsa asked, shifting a squirming Dominik to her other hip. "I'm trying to get Dominik back to sleep."

"Did you try singing to him?" Anna asked, trying to shift into a more comfortable position on the bed, but it was hard, as she was heavily pregnant with her and Kristoff's third child.

"I did that the first time I got him to sleep," Elsa answered. "And he had been sleeping for a good hour before you two woke him up with your loud 'discussion'."

"Sorry, we just can't agree on a name for the baby," said Anna. "Maybe you could help us?" She widened her eyes hopefully at her sister.

"I'm sorry, but I refuse to partake in your nonsensical bickering," Elsa answered. "Besides, I have two children to put to bed. Come along, Bella."

"No, not seepy," said Bella.

"Yes, you are," said Elsa, taking her by the hand and leading her out the door.

Anna sighed and looked back at Kristoff. "Well, Kristoff, we might as well just call it a night," she said. "We're not really getting anywhere with these names."

"Good idea," said Kristoff. He got up off the bed and stripped down until he was wearing just his trousers. "Maybe by morning, you will have changed your mind about my name choice." He smirked again as he rejoined her.

"That's funny, because I was going to say the same thing to you," said Anna, scooting down as best she could to lay on her back.

"Great minds think alike," said Kristoff, settling down under the covers.

"In your dreams," Anna muttered, before she fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Anna slept later than usual, so Kristoff took the girls outside to the castle gardens to play. Elsa and Fredrik had had an early morning council meeting, so they had sent Bella and Dominik out, too, but not before Elsa gave Bella gentle but firm instructions that she was not to use her magic outside. The girls were currently chasing each other around, playing tag. Dominik was too little to join in yet, so he was sitting on the grass with his uncle.

A little while later, Kristoff was encouraging Dominik to stand when he heard quiet footsteps behind him. He looked up to see that Elsa and Fredrik had joined him.

"Hello, Kristoff," said Elsa, smiling at him.

"Hi, Elsa," said Kristoff, smiling back. "Fredrik. How was the council meeting?"

"I think it's best if we don't talk about it right now," said Fredrik quietly. Elsa had broken away from him and was now sitting on a bench a few feet away with her head in her hands, as though she had a headache.

"That bad, huh?" said Kristoff, looking over at Elsa.

"To put it delicately, it was a disaster," Elsa answered, raising her head and scraping her fingers through her already messy bangs.

Kristoff was about to say something sympathetic, but just then, Dominik reached out his hands and said, "Mama!"

"Oh, hello my handsome little boy," said Elsa, coming over and scooping him into her arms.

"Is Anna awake yet?" Kristoff asked.

"Yes, she is," Elsa answered. "No, no, Dominik." Dominik was currently chewing on the end of her braid. She made a snowflake for him to chew on instead. "Here you go, sweetie." Dominik squealed and popped the snowflake in his mouth. "I just checked on her, and I had Gerda bring up a tray for her."

Kristoff opened his mouth to say thank you, but just then, he heard a splash. He looked up to see that the girls were playing in the shallows of the pond a little way away. Kirsten had taken off her shoes and stockings and was crouching down with her hands in the water.

"Kirsten, what are you doing?" he asked sternly.

"Fishing," said Kirsten innocently.

"Fishing?" Kristoff repeated, confused.

"Yeah, like Mama taught me," said Kirsten. "I'm teaching Bella and Su."

"I don't think that's a very good idea," said Kristoff, going over to stand by her.

"Why not, Papa?" Kirsten asked.

"Well, for one thing, it's not warm enough for you to be wading in the pond barefoot," Kristoff answered. "And for another thing, you're too little yet to be doing it by yourself. What if you slipped and fell in the water and I didn't get there in time?"

Kirsten hung her head sadly. She obviously hadn't thought of that. "I'm sorry, Papa," she said quietly. "I just wanted to have fun."

"I know you did," said Kristoff, bending down so they were at eye level. "It's okay."

Kirsten flung her arms around him and hugged him tightly.

The rest of the morning passed in pleasurable company. Kirsten continued to play with her sister and cousins while the adults sat and chatted. They were on their way back inside for lunch when Gerda came scurrying up to the group, looking anxious.

"Your Majesty," she said breathlessly, bobbing a quick curtsy. "Your Highnesses, it's the princess."

Kristoff's stomach plummeted, and he was expecting the worst. "Is she all right?" he asked.

"She says her pains have started," Gerda replied. "She's asking for you."

"Naturally," said Elsa, and she started handing Dominik over to Fredrik. "Fredrik, take Dominik, please. I'll just-"

"Your Majesty, I mean no disrespect, but she's asked for Kristoff," said Gerda.

There was a moment of stunned silence. "Me?" said Kristoff finally. "Isn't there someone else with her?"

"Yes, Greta, Ida, and Siri," Gerda answered. "But this time, she requested – or, rather, demanded – that you be there, as well."

"Well, all right," said Kristoff hesitantly. He couldn't ignore a demand, especially when it came from Anna. "Just as long as she doesn't throw me out again."

"Just remain calm, and she'll have no reason to," said Elsa, smiling.

"Anna doesn't need a reason for anything," said Kristoff, smirking.

"Well, I can't argue that," said Elsa. "Now get going; your wife's expecting you."

Kristoff made to leave, but then turned back to Elsa, one foot on the stairs. "You'll watch the girls?" he asked.

"Of course," said Elsa. "Now get! You're wasting time."

At the command, Kristoff turned and hurried up the stairs out of sight.

Elsa watched him go until she felt a tug on her dress. She looked down to see Kirsten's worried face.

"Auntie Elsa?" she said, her voice trembling a little. "Is Mama okay?"

"Your mama is just fine," Elsa answered, bending down so she was at eye level with her niece. "The baby's coming, that's all."

Kirsten's whole demeanor changed in an instant. "The baby's coming?!" she said excitedly.

"Yes, the baby's coming," said Elsa, smiling.

"I wanna see, I wanna see!"

"I'm sorry, sunshine, but we have to wait to see the baby," said Elsa. "Remember with Susanna? It takes a while for the baby to come."

"Aw, but I get bored waiting," said Kirsten.

"I know you do, but you know what? Maybe we can do something fun while we wait," said Elsa, winking. "What would you like to do?"

"Ooh, ooh!" said Kirsten, bouncing up and down. "Build a snowman!"

Elsa smiled. "I was hoping you would say that," she said. She stood up, took Kirsten's hand, and started leading the group to the ballroom, Fredrik still carrying Dominik and Bella and Susanna following close behind.

Meanwhile, Kristoff was racing up the stairs to his and Anna's bedroom, taking stairs two at a time and hurtling around corners. Finally, he made it. He skidded to a halt in front of the door. He took a moment to catch his breath, then he opened the door and went in, to find Anna in a terrible state in bed. Greta and her two assistants, Ida and Siri, were bustling around, making the necessary preparations.

"Kristoff, where have you been?" Anna wailed when she saw him. She moaned as another contraction hit her and Kristoff hurried over to her side.

"I'm sorry, love," he said, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. "I had to make sure it was me you wanted and not Elsa."

"Why would I have said your name if I had wanted Elsa?" Anna asked, gritting her teeth as yet another pain coursed through her. "Don't get me wrong, I love my sister and was grateful that she was there for me when I had Kirsten and Susanna, but you weren't and I felt that it was only fair that you get to be here for this one."

"I'm so glad you think so," said Kristoff, smiling. "And I promise, I will try to remain calm, cool, and collected this time."

"You'd better," said Anna, trying to smile back through her pain. "I would hate to have to kick you out again."

"Actually, you didn't kick me out; Elsa and Greta did," said Kristoff.

"Yes, but I was the one who shouted at you to get out, remember?" Anna said.

Kristoff did remember. He had gotten himself so worked up, he had almost passed out. Anna and Elsa had had to kick him out. Him unconscious was the last thing they had needed.

"Well, I'm glad you're letting me stay with you this time," said Kristoff, kissing her sweaty forehead.

"Me, too," said Anna.

A few hours later...

Evening had descended upon Arendelle. The air had cooled, but was still pleasant enough for a few stragglers to be out taking a walk. All of them were villagers, of course, as the royals had holed themselves up inside the castle in anticipation of the new royal family member. Not one of them dared leave the castle grounds in case there was news. This was why Elsa and Fredrik, along with four children, two belonging to them and the other two belonging to Anna and Kristoff, were found sitting in the family sitting room. Elsa was trying her best to entertain the girls and Fredrik was spending time with his son.

They had spent most of the afternoon in the ballroom, with Elsa building snowmen with the girls and Fredrik watching them with Dominik on his lap. The girls were giggling and running around, and it only ended when Kirsten asked for "tickle bumps". Elsa's demeanor had changed in an instant, and she had immediately ended the fun and cleared away all the snow. The girls were disappointed – Kirsten more so than her sister and cousin – but they soon forgot about it and made up a game on their own.

Now, Elsa was trying to get them to play a quiet game, but they kept getting excited, and she already had had to shush them more than once for being too loud. She was just starting to get frustrated when there was a tap on the door and Gerda came in, carrying a tea tray that clinked softly as she walked. Elsa immediately stood up.

"How is my sister?" she asked, worriedly wringing her hands and causing small snowflakes to spark from her fingers. "Is there any news?"

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I haven't heard anything," Gerda replied. "But I'm sure that if there is any news, you will be the first to know. In the meantime, I thought you might like some tea."

"Thank you," said Elsa, and Gerda set the tray down on a side table. She bobbed a quick curtsy and left again.

Elsa started pacing, agitatedly wringing her hands again. It was something she always did when she was anxious or scared. At this moment, she was more anxious than ever.

"Elsa, stop it, you're making it snow," said Fredrik, gently but firmly.

Elsa stopped pacing and looked up. Sure enough, a light snow was falling from the ceiling. She closed her eyes and willed it to go away, and after a minute, it disappeared without a trace.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm just so worried about Anna."

"I know you are," said Fredrik, coming over to her and wrapping her in his arms. "But she'll be just fine. Greta, Ida, and Siri are looking after her, and Kristoff is with her. You know Kristoff won't let anything happen to her."

"I know, but I have to be there, too," said Elsa, resting her head against his chest. "She's my sister, and after the Great Thaw, I promised I would always be there for her."

"And you are," said Fredrik, pulling apart just enough to look her in the eyes. "Just not in the same room."

"How is that being there for her if I'm not in the same room?" Elsa asked.

"It's your love for her," Fredrik answered. "She knows you love her as much as she loves you, and she carries that love with her wherever she goes."

"How did you get to be smarter than me?" Elsa asked, smiling.

"I don't know; sometimes, I amaze myself," said Fredrik, smiling back.

"I'm so glad I married you," said Elsa, dropping her head back onto his chest.

"So am I, love," he said, kissing her hair. "So am I."

Back in Anna and Kristoff's room, there was a buzz of activity. Greta, Ida, and Siri were bustling around making more preparations, and Kristoff was sitting by Anna's side, holding her hand. Her pains were now less than a minute apart, so she was very close to delivering. He thought his hand would be bruised from Anna squeezing it so tightly during her last few contractions, but as long as he was able to be with her, he could endure the pain.

"You're doing fine, Anna, just keep doing what you're doing," he said encouragingly.

"Kristoff, I am never doing this again, do you hear me?!" Anna yelled. "Never again!" She wailed as yet another contraction tore through her body.

"I didn't hear you complaining at the time," said Kristoff, smirking.

Anna couldn't do anything more than glare at him, because at that moment, Greta came over to check her progress.

"Looks like we're ready," she said, grabbing a stool to sit on while Ida handed her a towel to clean the baby. "Now, on this next pain, Your Highness, I need you to push. Are you ready?"

Anna just moaned. "She's ready," Kristoff answered for her.

At the very next wave of pain, Anna pushed with all her might, her teeth gritted with effort, while Greta and Kristoff called out encouragement.

"That's it! Good girl! Good girl!"

"You're doing great, Anna, just keep going!" Kristoff said.

"Shut up!" Anna yelled at him.

Finally, after one more big push, the baby slid free with a beautiful cry along with it.

"It's a boy!" Greta shouted happily.

Anna smiled weakly and collapsed against the pillows, exhausted. She looked at Kristoff, who was beaming at her.

"We have a son," he said.

"We have a son," Anna whispered.

Once the baby was clean, Greta wrapped him in a fuzzy blue blanket and handed him to his mother. She then started clearing away her things.

Anna gazed down at her newborn son. He looked just like his father: the same chocolate brown eyes, the large straight nose, the soft, full lips, and the shock of fuzzy blonde hair on his head.

"Oh, Kristoff, he looks just like you," said Anna, smiling at him.

"Poor thing," Kristoff teased, earning him a smack from Anna.

"What are we naming him?" she asked.

"Well, I haven't really thought of any names other than the one you don't like," Kristoff answered. "What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking Nikolai," Anna said.

"Nikolai?" Kristoff repeated.

"Yeah," said Anna. "I think he looks like a Nikolai, don't you?"

Kristoff looked back down at his son and smiled. "He sure does," he said. "Should I inform Elsa?"

"Yes, I think you'd better," said Anna. Her voice was serious, but she was smiling. "She's probably worried sick about me right now. I won't be surprised if she froze the kingdom again in her worried state."

"Okay, I'll go get her," said Kristoff, pecking her on the cheek before standing up. "Stay put."

"Kristoff, I'm not going anywhere," said Anna. "Just go get my sister."

"Yes, Your Highness," said Kristoff cheekily on his way out the door.

It only took him a few minutes before he found Elsa in the sitting room, curled up with Fredrik on the sofa, her eyes closed and her head resting on his shoulder. The other children were scattered around the room, also fast asleep. It seemed they had been playing a game, grown tired, and then just fallen asleep right where they were. He quietly padded over to Elsa, careful not to step on any of the children, and gently shook her shoulder.

"Elsa," he whispered. "Wake up."

Elsa stirred slightly and opened her eyes. Seeing that it was Kristoff, she sat bolt upright. "How's Anna? Is she okay?" she asked.

"Anna's fine," Kristoff replied, smiling. "They both are. It's a boy."

"I have to see her," said Elsa, scrambling off the sofa and accidentally waking Fredrik. He opened his eyes and peered at them blearily.

"What's going on?" he asked sleepily.

"Anna's had a baby boy," Elsa answered.

Fredrik came as wide awake as the others. "A baby boy, huh?" he said, standing up and shaking Kristoff's hand. "Congratulations."

"Thanks," said Kristoff, smiling.

"Okay, boys, we can continue this later," said Elsa impatiently. "Kristoff, can you please take me to my sister?"

"You know where her room is, why don't you just go by yourself?" said Kristoff, smirking. "Besides, you'll probably just run ahead of me in your haste to get there, anyway."

"Fine," Elsa huffed, and she hurried from the room. She had to give Kristoff credit, though, she thought as she made her way to his and Anna's room. He knew her better than she thought he did.

Finally, she reached their room. She tapped lightly on the door before entering. Anna was sitting in the bed, propped up by at least a dozen pillows and holding a bundle of blankets. She smiled when she saw Elsa.

"Elsa, come meet your nephew," she said softly.

Elsa crept quietly over to the bed and looked down at her newborn nephew. "He's so perfect, Anna," she said softly, gently brushing her finger across the baby's cheek. "What's his name?"

"Nikolai," Anna answered.

"Hello, Nikolai," said Elsa softly. "I'm so happy to meet you."

"So," said Anna, smirking at her sister. "No blizzards? No nervous fits?"

"Well, I wouldn't say that," came a voice from the doorway. They looked over to see the men standing there. Fredrik was smiling. It seemed he was the one who had spoken. He came over to join the sisters by the bed. "Congratulations," he said to Anna, leaning down and giving her a friendly peck on the cheek.

"Thanks," said Anna, smiling. "Nikolai, meet your aunt and uncle." But baby Nikolai was more content to sleep. "Elsa, I'm sorry I asked for Kristoff this time around, but I thought it was only fair for him to see the birth of at least one of our children. I felt I owed it to him after kicking him out just before Kirsten was born."

"It's okay, Anna, I understand," said Elsa, smiling. "I have to admit, though, I was worried there for a while, but Fredrik reassured me that Kristoff would take care of you and not let anything happen to you or the baby. For that, I am immensely grateful."

"Well, I made you a promise before I married Anna, and I intend to keep that promise until the day I die," said Kristoff, coming over to join the rest of the group.

"I know you will, Kristoff," said Elsa. "You are a man of your word and I trust you."

Kristoff's face turned red in embarrassment. That was the highest compliment he had ever received from her.

"I knew you two would get along," said Anna, breaking the awkward silence that had descended on the group.

"What, because we both like ice?" said Kristoff, smiling.

"No, it's because you have matching demeanors," Anna answered. "You're both quiet, shy, and awkward around large groups of people. But one thing that doesn't quite match is what you prefer to do when you're alone. Kristoff, you go to the stables to visit Sven, and Elsa, you go to your room or your study to work on something."

Elsa and Kristoff looked at each other, and then back at Anna. "Well, I admit that we do share some similarities, but we're more different than we are alike," said Elsa. "I know you said we get along well, but I think it has more to do with the fact that he's more easily likeable."

Kristoff turned red again.

"Well, then, enough of this," said Anna. "We're embarrassing each other. Let's just enjoy this time as a family, shall we?"

"Yes, we shall," Elsa agreed.

They all gathered around the bed, sharing together the most wonderful gift in the world, the gift of life.

Well, there you have it! I know childbirth was a woman's thing back then, but I felt it was only fair that Kristoff be present for this one, especially since Anna and Elsa kicked him before their first was born. :)

Thanks for reading! :)