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The sky was not yet awake, but you wouldn't know it, given how noisily little Henrik ambled down the hall. Only a week ago he'd been in the Southern Isles with his father, where the sun rose and set a full six hours before Arendelle. The boy clambered atop his mother's bed, clawing hand-and-foot over Kristoff until at last he flopped on Anna's stomach and tweaked her nose. "Mamaaaaa...! Wake up! Let's go plaaaaaay!"

「 firelordhans 」

               ❝ Henrik, my love—— it’s two in the morning. Kristoff and I are still trying to sleep. ❞ Anna made little stretchy noises, and her husband rolled over, shoving his face in the pillow. He mumbled something about eggs for breakfast and Anna couldn’t help but laugh.

               ❝ I will tell Mary Magdalene that you would like eggs for breakfast. ❞ Henrik beamed at that comment—of course he did, it meant his mother was getting up. Anna shook her head at him, chuckling. She briefly wondered if Hans did this for their son.. if he got up at absurd hours of the night and ate breakfast with Henrik, if he dealt with the little one’s odd sleeping patterns when he first arrives at his summer home.

              And then Anna shook Hans out of her head. She would write him in two weeks about Henrik starting school, and that would all their relationship would ever amount to, all Anna would let it be. There was no way they’d be anything but a mother and father to Henrik. She glanced at Kristoff, sleeping soundly as her son bounced on his back, playing the drums on his shoulders. And she smiled. Because being with Kristoff made her smile. He made her happy.

                                 At least, that’s what Anna consistently told herself.

firelordhansimportant letters ;;⊰ v — little boy henrik ⊱fucK ME THIS IS BEFORE HER AND KRISTOFF LEFT EACH OTHER I JUSTALL THE HURT