Elsa, Anna, Kristoff, Olaf, and Sven had finished yet another game of charades and were headed off to bed. Elsa was just about to open the door to her bedroom, when she saw Olaf following behind her.

"Hi, Olaf," she said.

"Hi, Elsa," Olaf said. "I just wanted to ask you something. Do you think Anna is getting fat?"

Elsa narrowed her eyes at the snowman. "What?"

"Well, haven't you noticed…" he went on, looking down at the floor, "her belly's gotten a little rounder lately?"

"Oh, that," said Elsa, laughing. "No, Olaf, Anna's not getting fat. She's just pregnant."

"Oh," said Olaf. "What does that mean?"

"It means she's having a baby," Elsa said. She went into her room and sat on the bed, and motioned for Olaf to sit down next to her, which he did.

"So that's where babies come from," Olaf said. "But… how exactly did the baby get inside Anna's belly?"

"Olaf, remember that song you sang about how everything will make sense when you're older?" Elsa said. "Well, this is one of those things."

"Okay," Olaf said, disappointed. "So that means Anna's a mommy?"

Elsa nodded.

"And Kristoff's a daddy?"

Elsa nodded again.

"What does that make you?"

"An aunt," Elsa said.

"And what does it make me?"

"Well… I guess it makes you a cousin," Elsa said.

"So does that mean… you're my mommy?"

"I suppose it does," Elsa said.

"But I was never inside your belly," Olaf said.

"No," Elsa said.

"And I don't have a daddy."

"No." She kicked off her shoes and lay facedown on the bed, looking at him.

"Elsa," Olaf said, "do you ever think about having a baby? Like, a real baby?"

"Not really," Elsa said. "I mean, maybe I will someday, but I haven't thought about it much."

"If you did, would you have to get married?"

"Well, that's how it's usually done," Elsa said.

"I think I'd be a good big brother," Olaf said.

"I'm sure you would," Elsa said, patting him on the head.

"But I'm not really your son," Olaf said sadly.

"What do you mean?" Elsa asked, shifting to her elbow. "Why not?"

"Because I won't outlive you," Olaf said. "When you die, I die. And I can't have kids of my own… at least, I don't think I can."

"Oh, Olaf…" Elsa sighed. She tried to find something to say to comfort him, but everything he had said was true. It did distress her that she didn't have a child who would outlive her or do any of the normal things that humans do.

"You're a queen," said Olaf. "So you have to have an heir, right?"

"Well, I don't exactly have to," Elsa said. She sighed again, and rolled over to face up. "I never thought I'd get married or have children because I was afraid of passing on my powers. I thought I would be queen and Anna's children would be my heirs. But now, I guess Anna's children would be the heirs to Arendelle and my children would be the heirs to the Northuldra. I don't know if they would have powers or not. But if they did, I would be able to teach them how to control them, so they wouldn't be afraid and hurt people with them like I did. So their powers would be a blessing like they were meant to be, and not a curse."

"I wonder what Anna and Kristoff are going to name the baby," Olaf said, sitting with his back to the bed. "I'm thinking Samantha for a girl, and for a boy..."

"Olaf," Elsa said.

"That's my name," Olaf said with a chuckle. "It'd be pretty confusing to have two Olafs, wouldn't it? 'Hey, Olaf!' 'Who, me?' 'No, the other Olaf!'"

"No," Elsa said, half-laughing and half-yawning. "I was just about to say I'm tired and I'm going to sleep now."

"Oh," said Olaf sheepishly. "Okay. Good night, Elsa."

Elsa smiled at him and blew out the candle on her bedside table. "Good night, Olaf."