Hullo All. :) I debated posting it on here, but I figured why not.

This isn't *really* ASPA cannon. I never really considered their children in that context, but there was a super cute prompt on tumblr and then... whoops my hands slipped. :P

The name Kari is taken from 'The New Baby' One of the ficlets I wrote pre-ASPA. Obviously, this baby doesn't have ice powers. Though now I kinda wish I had written it with that because that would be hilarious...

*ahem* The prompt: "okay but if your otp had a kid which one would sneak that kid a cookie after the other parent said no"

Kari's first word was 'coo-y'. Not 'Mama' or 'no' or something normal. No, it had to be 'cookie'. Elsa was pretty sure that Anna taught her that. Babies weren't even supposed to have sweets – that's what Elsa had heard. She would become addicted to them and would spend her future eating nothing but sweets. Like her Mama Anna. And like Elsa too, but that was entirely Anna's fault for starting the whole doughnut/cafe mocha thing.

So now she was dealing with a one year old cookie addict.

"Coo-y."

"Not right now, pumpkin," Elsa said. "Dinner's soon."

"Coo-y! Coo-y!"

She had so much paperwork to finish and Kari had mastered the art of whining. She was going to start crying. Possibly throwing a tantrum. Weren't tantrums supposed to wait until she was two?

But you couldn't give in. That would spoil her.

"No, Kari."

The baby screwed up her face and started to whimper. She grabbed at Elsa's pant leg.

This is what they got for deciding Anna would be the biological mother – a fiery redhead who didn't know how to take no for an answer. She needed backup.

"Anna!"

"Just give her a cookie," the traitor said. "It's not going to spoil her dinner."

"We can't just give in every time she has a tantrum. I do not want to deal with that teenager."

"Fine," Anna said. "I'll go read a book with her or something."

Anna got up from the couch and scooped up the baby, giving Elsa a quick kiss on the cheek before making off with her now-screaming bundle.

Elsa stared at her laptop screen, knowing she needed to finish these emails but not feeling up to it. Being a parent was hard. She had all those rules to follow with feeding and sleeping and no-tv (which meant no call of duty until Kari was asleep) and she still had to get all her work done.

Thinking about all that was making Elsa want a cookie. Heck, she wanted ten sometimes. She usually stocked good ones, from the bakery with dark chocolate chips and they stayed soft and wonderful for days.

She really wanted that cookie. And she was starting to feel like an hour was a really, really long way until dinner.

And if she wanted that cookie, it would be unfair if she said Kari couldn't have one. They could share one, so they only got a small bit each and didn't spoil their dinner. That was a much more sensible solution that making the toddler throw a fit.

She could imagine the authors of all her parenting books shaking their heads as she got up to go grab a cookie to share with her daughter.

Kari wasn't screaming when she got up to her room. And she couldn't hear Anna reading a book to her, either. Maybe she'd been tired and was taking a nap. Had she taken a nap that afternoon?

"Kari-bear," Elsa said in her sing-song Mommy voice, slowly pushing open the door. "Mommy had a cookie fo-" She stopped.

The silence was explained. Anna and Kari were sitting on the floor of the nursery, both munching on a cookie.

"Anna!"

Anna and Kari gave matching, guilty smiles.