Epilogue

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"Elsa, hurry up! We've got a wedding to attend!"

"Have some mercy on the woman you got pregnant. I'm doing my best."

"I've been pregnant too, and it's got nothing to do with how long it takes to brush your hair!"

Elsa finally exited the bathroom, still rushing to fix her clothes and hair. At five months, her pregnancy allowed her to move around normally most of the times, but was beginning to slow her down.

Meanwhile, Anna chatted happily as she left everything ready for the week they'd be away.

"I can't wait to see what they'll wear. Do you think Regina will go for a traditional dress from the Enchanted Forest, or will she pick something from that weird new world of hers?"

"Either way I think we can trust Regina on this. It's Emma I'm more worried about. I'm so glad we're arriving a day earlier, that way we'll have time to work if she still insists on wearing that red jacket all the way to the altar."

"She won't dare, not with you and Regina watching her. I sent her a book of Arendelle bridal fashions, just to be on the safe side," she admitted after a pause. "Hey, are you sure you won't have any problems with the portal?"

"Pretty sure. I have learned, you know."

"Oh yes I do, Miss I-take-magic-classes-with-the-pros." Anna put her arms around Elsa's neck and pulled her down for a kiss. "So Maleficent is okay with you skipping this week's lessons?"

"Maleficent is going to the wedding, too. Don't forget she's Regina's best friend, and that it was Regina herself who recommended me to Maleficent. She's bringing her daughter all the way from the Moors, just for tomorrow. Aurora, have you met her?"

"Sure. A lovely girl. When's she getting married, anyway? I thought she was dating that boy Phillip…?"

"Anna, they're just children. Not everyone is in the same rush to get married as we were."

"Well, not everyone got knocked up out of wedlock and had to hurry."

Elsa laughed. "True. I'm glad Emma and Regina took their time, got to know each other and be sure this is what they want. It was the perfect time."

"It was," Anna agreed. "Just like it was perfect for us."

They kissed again, this time slow. Before Elsa could get carried away like she always did she forced herself to leave Anna's lips and looked around the room.

"Where's our daughter?"

"Unlike you, she's been ready for ages."

Elsa turned to the crib they had installed in their room and saw her, impeccably dressed and smiling as she reached out to her. She was only one year old, but it was evident that her mothers' beauty had been passed to her –Anna's teal eyes and millions of freckles, Elsa's smile and graceful movements. Her hair was brown, the same colour Elsa's would have been if it wasn't for her powers.

Elsa took the baby in her arms. Sometimes it pained her that her child did not inherit her magic, but she had come to terms with it. When she was born, they had taken her to Maleficent, who had already begun to train Elsa. Maleficent had told them that Elsa's power could not be passed on; it was hers and hers alone. However, her children would have their own distinctive qualities, something to make them special for themselves. If their daughter had something, it would also be something only she possessed, and it would come out in due time.

She kissed her daughter's head, and held her tight. She was her child with Anna, the perfect baby girl Anna had given her, and that was all that mattered.

Anna adjusted her jeans and put her laptop and Elsa's inside the bag before closing it.

"Did you check our e-mails before packing those?" Elsa asked.

"Yes. Belle's inviting us to go out for dinner while we're there. She says our goddaughter is taking her first steps and Henry has been showing her around the whole town like a big brother. But she's his aunt, isn't she? Anyway, the point is that Belle will rely on Henry for babysitting her daughter and he'll probably also take ours so it's just us girls. Also, Emma wants you to help her pack for the honeymoon. She says Regina is taking her to Europe. We have never been to Europe," she added casually.

"That's because I took you to Oz for our honeymoon."

Anna giggled. "Of course. That was awesome."

Elsa pulled out her phone. "Let me text Regina, to let her know we're about to arrive."

"Oh, I already texted Emma. Have you got the gifts, Elsa?"

"They're on the table. Gosh, I forgot to wrap them!"

Elsa waved her hand and the gifts were covered in sheets of thin, sparkling ice. Bows made of what seemed glittery snow completed the look.

Anna laughed. "Oh, they'll be so excited when they have to wait for their gifts to melt before opening them."

Elsa smacked Anna's butt. "You dork. Well, let's get this portal going. Hold her for a moment, will you?" She handed the baby to Anna.

Elsa rubbed her hands and took a deep breath. Though she had been assured plenty of times by Regina and Maleficent that she had made impressive and rather fast progress with her lessons, a portal between realms still seemed a little intimidating no matter how many dozens of times Maleficent had made her do it. One more time, snow girl. My little Beastie has always wanted to see Narnia.

But it was effortless. The door appeared easily, steady, and even decorated with Arendelle rosemaling. Elsa smiled proudly at her work.

"Are you ready, Queen Anna?"

Anna rolled her eyes; the new title never failed to amuse her. She handed the girl back to Elsa and took the heavier bags and gifts.

They held hands. Anna smiled at Elsa.

"I was born ready."

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The End