Hello Frozen fans. I'm back with a second story. I decided to add this to the Little SnowFlake story. I thought that there should be another viewpoint to this story and I decided on the birthmother. So I hope you all enjoy this because I have been obsessing over this story for a while.

Mother Snowflake

By: Adazula

Story Descriptions: Vanessa made a mistake and it has costed her. Disowned. Shamed. Pregnant. All at sixteen. She had to make a choice for her sake and her child's. She didn't care what would happen afterwards, but life is far from being done with her. Connected to Little Snowflake.

" So it is true." Her mother glares down at her teenaged daughter in such anger. " How dare you…."

The teenager is fairly pretty. She has very curly red gold hair that goes down her back in a thick ponytail and pale skin with a beautiful rosy hue. She normally is one the lean side, if it weren't for a slight pregnant budge.

" I can explain….." The young woman says before her mother slaps her in the face.

" I don't want to hear your excuses!" She shouts. " You always were difficult to control and what you did now has brought shame yourself and this family!"

" I was trying to bring this family money for food ever since Papa lost his job!" Vanessa pleads in defense to her mother. " I didn't think it would hurt anyone."

" You didn't think it would hurt anyone!?" Her mother says in outrage. " Now that the kingdom of Weselton knows that my daughter is whore, we will never live that reputation down. All thanks to you and that bastard child that grows in you!"

" I'm sorry!" Vanessa cries.

" No. I don't accept your apology. Because you are not my daughter anymore. You are no one's daughter. You are now a whore and you will die one." Her mother angrily yells. " You will get your stuff and get out of this house! I never want to see your face here ever again! You are dead to me as far as I'm concerned."

" Yes mo…." Vanessa stops in mid sentence in shame before she says. " Yes mam."

Vanessa quickly throws on her winter clothes and grabs the stuff she can carry in her satchel before she walks out of what once was her home with the door slammed behind loudly enough to leave an echo.

She treads through the snow of the Kingdom of Weselton. Shivers are sent down her spine every time she look up and see a glare from villager's face. Her reputation is no longer unheard of here.

" You should be ashamed of yourself!" A woman shouts.

Vanessa doesn't look up as she continues to walk through the Kingdom.

" Get out of our Kingdom! You Whore!" A man shouts.

She clenches her fist around the strap of her satchel as she continues to hear more obscene comments from the same people that used to be kind to her from when she was a child. Which was only last week when she was hiding the pregnancy from them.

She knows now that she has lost everything and only has one option for her future at this point. Leave.

She walks over the main bridge and out of the gates of the Kingdom of Weselton. She looks back on the place that she once saw as her home and sheds a tear. She won't miss the haters and some parts. But she will miss the good things that was taken away because of what is a part of her now. A whore.

She looks forward at the dirt part that leads to forest.

" Alright baby. It's just the two of us for now on. It's just the two of us." She says to her stomach. " We'll survive this. We can do this."

She takes a deep breath and makes the first step towards her and her baby's unknown future.

Vanessa cries in the middle of the afternoon in pain as she takes laboured breaths.

It has been a difficult five months ever since she has forced to be on her own. She tried every kingdom she could walk to in the efforts to find some place. Anywhere for a job. No one would hire a pregnant unmarried woman. Let alone a teenager.

In order to survive, she had to learn survival in the forest fast given the unpredictable weather. There were times where she had to learn how to steal from the kingdoms she would visit, but luckily there were people who were sympathetic enough to give her some. Not a lot, but some is better than none.

Vanessa screams as another contraction comes on. She knew it was going to painful and long, but not this painful and long. Considering she has been in labor for almost two day days.

The conditions are not ideal. For one thing, it's out in the forest. In the middle of winter. In a cave. Her legs exposed to the cold air. But it's the best she can do. It's all she can do.

" What am I going to do?" She cries from both her pain and fear of the near future. " What am I going to do…. AHHHHHH!"

Her labor has now progress to where she feels she needs to push.

She grunts as she pushes as hard as she could. When the pain became unbearable, she started screaming her head off to the point animals would scurry away from anywhere near the cave.

After so many more hours and more pushing, to the point it is now nighttime, Vanessa finally feels her baby come out of her.

The breath become so much better and she can no longer feel as much pain as she did. However, she doesn't hear crying. She sits up and pulls up her bloodied skirt to see what was going on. She looks down at her baby and her heart stops at what she sees.

Her baby girl has white hair and her eyes closed. Her skin is pale. Almost blue from the cold. She was small and very quiet. As well not breathing.

Vanessa shakes her head in denial and fear as she quickly cuts the cord with a knife near her and wraps her daughter in the only warm clean thing she has. A beautifully made dark blue baby blanket.

She made that blanket with tender love and care with yarn that was given to her by a soothsayer. During the five months since she became homeless, she taught herself how to weave. Each moment of spare time she had when she wasn't traveling, she spent working on that blanket. She felt if her child were to be born homeless, then she should at least have one thing that was beautiful.

" Please. Please baby. Don't die." She begs quietly as she cradles the little child in her arms as she pats her back to get her to breath. Trying to warm her. " Don't die. Don't die."

She hears her cough and starts crying.

Vanessa breathes a sigh of relief as tears come to her eyes.

The happiness is short live when she feels her daughter cough and make Vanessa's shoulder feel like ice. She looks at her shoulder sees that where her child coughed has cover it in a frost.

" So it is true." She says as she slowly puts her daughter against her chest.

Months beforehand, Vanessa tried to steal bread from a elder woman unsuccessfully.

The woman glares up at her straight in the eye and says, " When that child of yours is born, it will have the power of ice and snow. I would be careful if were you."

" Huh?" She says.

" I'm a soothsayer. I know what I see." She says.

Vanessa backs away but the woman just walks towards her more.

The woman reaches into her bag and pulls out a thick mass of beautiful dark blue yarn.

" You may think of yourself as damaged goods and nothing more." The woman says as she thrusts the yarn to Vanessa. " What you must do is use this yarn for something that is most important to you. It will show you the way." Before she went on her way. Leaving Vanessa with the bread and the yarn.

Vanessa didn't know what to think of the woman at the time other than that she was lucky enough not to be arrested for getting caught. Not wanting to take a risk, she did what the woman had asked of her and used the yarn to make something that was most important to her. Her child.

" What am I going to do?" She asks herself again to figure out her mess of a situation.

She places her bundled up girl on top of her clothes and despite the pain and exhaustion, she gets up on her feet. She slowly goes out of the cave and looks around for any place near.

She sees light from down into a valley and sees a kingdom. The Kingdom of Arendelle.

She looks back at her crying baby and comes to realize and understand the very first thing of what's going on.

She can't take care of her.

She has a bad reputation and she's only a child. No older than sixteen. As long as they are together, her daughter will have the same fate. But unlike her, this baby has a chance. She has a chance to live a life with a clean slate.

She looks back at the brightness of the kingdom and gets an idea. A long shot of an idea to say for the very least.

The Queen. The Ice Queen.

It makes sense. The Queen of the kingdom has no children and has ice powers. Surely she will be able to raise her daughter or for the very least, give her to someone who can raise a child like her.

She goes back over where her baby is and puts on her cloak.

" Alright. We're going on a little trip." She says as she picks up the baby.

The baby cries in objection.

" I know." She says soothingly to the infant as the two of them head towards the exit of the cave. " But you're going to be somewhere warm real soon. Someone is going to take proper care of you. I promise you. I promise."

She starts to make the journey towards the Kingdom of Arendelle to do what is best for her daughter. Even if it means that she will never see her again.

She did it. She did the deed.

She knows that she will be safe. Knowing that the Queen is nearby outside. She's bound to notice the baby soon. If not now.

It was easier than it looks. She found a small wooden box for her baby to provide extra warmth. Not really many guards were out tonight, so getting to the courtyard was a cinch. All she had to do was place her baby right by the main gates and get out of the palace courtyard as fast as possible before anyone notices her presence.

Vanessa knew it was the right thing to do, but it didn't make it any easier for her when she did have to finally let go of that box that has her child in it.

Vanessa lets out a breath and she holds on to herself as she continues walking back the way she came. Feeling empty and heavier than ever despite once being pregnant.

Where she was going to go, she doesn't know.

As she reaches the edge of the kingdom, she starts feeling even more pain and weakness. The post birth must have come back to haunt her.

" Come on." She quietly tells herself in determination. " Just make it to the cave."

She shivers as a gust of wind hits her. Even though she is wearing a cloak, the cold is hitting to her bones. It's nearing the end of the winter, but looks like the weather is having a last wave and it's a hard one.

Just when she thought she can't get any worse, she feels wet under her skirt. Even though the snow is only ankle deep. She looks behind her and down at her tracks in the snow and sees blood sprinkle the snow that leads up to her. She's bleeding.

" I'm dying." She says before she feels like she is about to collapse in on herself.

She sees a light in a distance and sees that there is a cabin up ahead. She makes herself go towards the warm glow light.

Each step she takes, she becomes even more weak and even more ready to give up. But she keeps going. She keeps making herself go.

A bead of sweat trickles down her forehead and she feels herself becoming more unstable.

When she is finally about twenty feet from the cabin, she collapses onto the snow and shakes violently with words from her mother going through her head.

" You are now a whore and you will die one."

" Maybe she's right…" Vanessa says as she feels herself lose consciousness. She hears a door open and light shine upon her before darkness swallows her up.

The first day of spring is shown by the glistening grass on the ground due to the melted snow and the new sun that shows all of the colors of nature today.

A young woman wearing a clean cream blouse with a red vest over it and an apron over her green skirt looks out the window of the cottage she's living in and drinks her morning tea. Feeling content with the aspiring day, but empty inside.

" Nessa!" An older woman by the name of Terese. " Help me with this textile."

Vanessa, now called Nessa, puts down her tea and runs over to the next room.

Terese sighs, " This pattern is a disaster. What was I thinking of using orange thread with blue and gold. Now look where it's got me."

Nessa looks at the pattern on the weaving. It's pretty, but the pattern itself needs work.

" Maybe if we add an orange trim, it might make it more cohesive." Nessa offers.

" Well your textile work is very well known in Arendelle. I trust you.I should have looked for you earlier. Guess it was a good thing that I found you passed out in the snow five years ago." She says.

" Yeah." Nessa says with tightness in her chest. " I guess it was a good thing."

It has been five years since that fateful night when she did what she did. Terese found her and a week later she woke up in her house. It took her at least a month to recover. Since then she has spent almost all of her time in this cabin working. Earning her keep. Turns out Terese had no children. Not even a husband and no one to help her. Which worked in her favor.

" You know the Queen constantly requests to see you." Terese says. " Many people from all over the world have come from their kingdoms just for your fabrics, yet the Queen has yet to see you."

" I don't think she would bother to see me." The twenty-one year chuckles. But there is a reason why she can't go to the palace. She can't handle the idea of it.

" I still think you're crazy." Terese says in a joking manner. " If I was invited to the palace, I would seize the chance right away and asked for a day in my honor."

" Guess I'm not like you." Nessa says before becoming absentmind. " Guess I'm not like you."

That night, Nessa closes the door behind her to her room and lays on her bed. Still in disbelief that she has a bed of her own. She digs under her pillow and pulls out a little doll.

The doll is a little and a child like version of her, but with white hair. She envisions of that's what her daughter looks like now.

She threads a needle and starts stitching an intricate snowflake trim to the little blue skirt on the doll.

Nessa looks at the doll and sings

I know you don't know me as you sleep tonight

I know you don't know that something's missing

But it doesn't matter because you're happy far from me…

You have someone to tuck in bed

You have someone to sing you a lullaby.

That person isn't me, but I wish it could be.

In my dreams…..

I'm with you, I hold you…..

In my dreams….

You know me, You smile at me…...

Fate has separated us.

It's not fair but it's for the best.

I don't doubt you have love in your life

I would never take you away from that.

You belong there. I belong here.

In my dreams….

We meet again. We say hello

In my dreams…..

You'll forgive me. I'll say I love…. you

Nessa sits the doll on her bedside table and blows out her lantern to dream.

Nessa wakes up to someone banging on the door frantically.

The door flies open. Terese rushes over to Nessa.

" Get up!" She shouts.

" Terese?" Nessa groans. " What's up?"

" The Queen! That's what! She's here!" Terese says.

" What?" Nessa says as she gets out of bed. " What do you mean she's here?"

" I mean she is sitting in my kitchen right now. Having a cup of tea. She wants to see you." Terese says. " Get up and get dressed!"

She then runs out of her room. Leaving the young woman feeling frantic herself, but for an entirely different reason.

" I need to get out of here." She says before shaking her head. Not a good idea. Besides, it's not like she's seen her before.

She throws on her clothes and grabs a bandana the push back her mass of hair before she steps out of her room to the kitchen.

Terese wasn't kidding. The Queen was here! She's looks more beautiful than she ever imagined.

" Well. I'll leave you two." Terese says before she steps out of the kitchen.

" So you're the one behind the beautiful fabrics." Queen Elsa smiles as she stands up. " I admire your work. So does Gwen."

" Gwen?" Nessa asks meekly in confusion.

The Queen chuckles, " My daughter. She's tends to get down and dirty but she sure loves anything she finds pretty. She's outside the house right now playing in the fields with Caleb and Ileane.

" Oh." Nessa takes a sharp breath. She's tempted to go out to see her daughter, but she remains in her place. Her daughter is doing well. She doesn't want to ruin it.

" What's strange is that you refused to come to the palace so many times." Queen Elsa steps over to Nessa. Who is barely trying to keep it under control. " And also that you were only living and working here for five years."

" I just needed a change of view. That's all. I tend to be shy and I'm not quite for such attention." She explains away as she looks down at the floor.

" Please look at me Nessa." Queen asks sternly but gently. Nessa shakingly looks up. " I think you are trying to run away from something."

" Not really. Just keep my distance. That's all." Nessa says before regret saying it.

" I'm going to ask you this once and I need you to be honest with me. So we are both clear about what happened." The queen steps forward towards Nessa.

Nessa gulps and shudders in response. She knows what she's going to ask her.

" Did you abandoned a baby on Arendelle's steps five years ago?" She asks.

Nessa starts sobbing and covers her face with her hands as she sits down in a chair. She nods her head as she cries. This secret has been in her for so long that just hearing it now is so painful, but it is even more painful to keep it in.

" I know I've done something terrible. Abandoning a child is wrong, but she deserves better than me." She explains as she cries. " I'm only a whore. I have always been a whore. She didn't deserve a whore for a mother. I All I knew was that I had to get her to someone who can and will take care of her. Then I can die as the whore I have always been knowing she would never have to deal with me."

Elsa comes up to her grasps the young woman's shoulder gently. She can't say that she understands but what she must have been through was unexplainable.

" You did what you thought was best for Gwen and you're not a whore." Queen Elsa says as she sits down in a chair next to Nessa. " I don't how it all started and what lead up to this, but I know you must have loved her so much to give her away and it must have been so hard to as well."

Nessa shakes her head, " Please. Don't justify for what I've done. I don't deserve anything. I don't deserve to be here after what I've done. I had men pay me for my body. I don't deserve your forgiveness your majesty." Nessa says as tears continuously stream from her eyes.

Elsa was about to say something until the two of them hear the main door behind her open.

" Mama." A girl calls.

Just hearing the little girl makes Nessa's world come to a screeching contemplates not turning around, but her body turns for her on instinct. She looks up and sees what she knows is her daughter.

Nessa gasps quietly and tears stop shedding down her face when she sees the young princess with her curly white hair and pale skin with a rosy hue that she has gotten from the woman who gave birth to her.

Elsa walks over to her and says, " Gwen. There's someone I would like for you to meet."

The little girl nods and grasps her mother's hand and lets her lead the girl over to Nessa.

Nessa says nothing as she slowly slides from her chair and kneels down onto the floor in front of the girl.

" Hi." She chokes out and tries to place her hand on the girl, but she pulls away at the last second.

" Hello." Gwen smiles before she notices the woman's crying. " Are you ok?"

" Yeah. I think I'm ok. At least I'm going to be." She says.

She gets an idea.

" Wait here." She says to the girl.

She gets up and heads to her room. It was a second later before she comes out with the beautiful handmade doll she has been making for so long. She kneels back down in front of the girl and holds the doll out to her.

" This doll needs someone special to take care of her. I don't think I can do it, but I think you can take good care of her.." She says.

Gwen takes the doll in her small hands and looks at it before she smiles.

" She's so pretty." She says before she hugs it tightly.

" I know." Nessa says before she wipes the cascaded tears from her face. " It's made with every stitch of love in it."

" Why are you crying?" Gwen asks.

" I'd just been hurting for a long time." She says.

" Gwen." Elsa says softly to her daughter. " This is your birth mother Nessa. She carried you in her tummy for so long before you came to live with me. I didn't tell you earlier because I wanted you to be able to understand this."

" I did it because your mother needs you more than I do and I wasn't ready for a child of my own. You see I was a bit young and I didn't have a home to give you. I hope you understand." She says to the child.

The child smiles and says, " I understand."

" Is it ok if I….. give you a hug?" She asks. The little girl smiles. Nessa wraps her arms around the child's frame and hugs her. Once again tears stream down her face, but it's more content tears.

Elsa smiles. She knew there was more to her daughter's birth mother's story than just a case of abandonment. She's glad to have found her. More importantly for Gwen to know that she was given up because of love.

They release their embrace.

Gwen suddenly gets excited " I can do ice powers! See" She says as she blows in her hand. A little snowman is made in the palm of her hand.

Nessa chuckles and smiles for the first time since meeting her child again. She says nothing as she watches Gwen being who she is and more importantly being happy.

Nessa still works as the kingdom's best weaver, but at least now she has more bearable burden to carry.

Nothing she can do will change the past, but she doesn't want it to change. Even if it means to bear the more unhappy memories, she will have more happy ones to overshadow the ones she wants to forget.

She occasionally visits Gwen and she visits her and Terese's shop with her mom, but she's not her daughter and she is not her mother. They are more like aunt and niece if you think about it. But still family nevertheless.

Giving up Gwen was hardest thing she had ever done, it should've killed her. But it didn't. Because life wasn't done with her yet. Not by a long shot.

Her life changed forever when she got pregnant. She will never get back the life she once had, but it doesn't matter. Even if Nessa never got to be her mother, Gwen was the best thing that ever happened to her.

Nessa's story was on my mind for several weeks. I thought I would do her side of the story because this is often not a story to be told. I wanted to make her someone who loves her child so much that she had to make the most heartbreaking decision she has ever made. Plus to also to know what also happens to her afterwards.

The song I wrote was inspired by another song by an artist called Malumi. The song is called In My Dreams. It's a beautiful song. I encourage you guys to check it out. I only took out a few elements from it and formed the rest of the song myself.

Please Review. See You Later.