So, I thought that this would be a little prequel to Frozen, explaining how Elsa's powers came to be and learning more about their parents.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Disney does.

What would you do to save the person you love?

"Darling?"

The King looked up from his work at the sound of her crystalline voice.

Framed in the doorway, his wife. Her long dark hair was unpinned and fell down to her waist in twisted waves and her eyes were bright despite the dark shadows under her eyes.

You would do anything.

"Idun, what are you-"

"The doctor said that I could leave the bed, at least for a short time." She smiled and took a few steps toward them, though her moves were awkward and hesitant. "I thought-"

"You should be in bed." He stood, pushing his papers away as he rushed to his wife's side. "You shouldn't strain yourself. Not after..."

He couldn't say it. It had happened for the third time and he still couldn't bring himself to say it, to give the cause of tears and hesitant footsteps and whispered prayers a name. He just wasn't strong enough.

But she was.

"It'll be alright." Idun whispered, her fingers twining with his. Her hands were cold. "We can try-"

"No, we can't." They'd had this fight before, but the end result was always the same. "I won't let you go through it again. Three times, Idun. Three times we've lost them. I won't let you get hurt. Not again. I don't want to lose you too."

It was a fear that he'd only admitted to her. The thought that next time she wouldn't make it. The thought that he wouldn't be burying one body, but two.

"I'm not as frail as you think, Adgar." Idun promised. "I'm strong. I..." She dropped her head, her hair covering her face. "I thought this time, it was happening."

"Idun," Adgar pulled his wife close to him as she sobbed. They'd always wanted a family, but it seemed like it was meant to be a distant dream that they could never catch, despite how much they wanted to.

"Why?" Idun whispered, her body shaking with sobs. "Why can't we have a child? What's wrong with me?"

His heart twisted painfully. "It's not."

"It is!" She cried, taking a step back angrily. "I can't have a child. I can't keep it! Why? Why?"

Adgar took a step towards his wife who fell to her knees, arms wrapped around her stomach as if trying to hold herself together.

"Idun, " Adgar whispered, wrapping his arms around her shaking body. "Penelope, I want a child too, I want Arendelle to thrive, but mostly I want you to be happy and well. And if we can't have a child..."

Idun only stared. One of the reasons Adgar loved about his wife was how open her face was. In it, you could see exactly what she was feeling. And right now, she as lost and sad. But more than anything, hopeful.

"Idun," Adgar took a deep breath. He'd been planning on giving her Helena's letter later when she was well, but knew he couldn't put it off. "Your sister's letter arrived this morning."

"Helena?" Her eyes shone with adoration in thought of her sister. "Is something wrong? The baby-"

Adgar flinched at the word baby, but hoped that she hadn't noticed. "She's unwell. The illness, it's taken a toll on her. And-"

Adgar took a deep breath, eyes shut. She'd been through so much, how could he expect her to handle this too?

Idun straightened in his arms. "Tell me. She's my sister, and if you don't I will find the letter myself."

Adgar sighed. "I know. But-"

"Please." Idun whispered.

"The illness is quick. It's rushing through her and the kingdom is in search for a cure, a miracle." Adgar explained. "But, with the illness spreading so quickly."

"She might die." Idun whispered, fresh tears running down her cheeks. "Before they can find the cure? But, what if-"

"Idun," Adgar pulled her tightly towards him. "Relax. Don't get yourself worked up. The doctor said-"

"The doctor can't do anything," Idun said angrily, shaking her head. "He can't save Helena or her baby. He can't help us keep our child, there's nothing he can do. It's hopeless. It's all-"

Her eyes widened and she fell against her husband's chest, taking shallow breaths. Adgar pushed back her hair and his hands burned when he touched her forehead.

"You weren't supposed to strain yourself." He told her, pulling her to her feet. He scooped her up in his arms and she leaned her head against his chest, eyes shut. "Let's get you back to bed."

He carried her to their bedroom quietly. Their room was stripped white, bare. The smell of soap and sharp alcohol sticking floor where the servants had knelt, scrubbing away the blood stains. He set the queen down and tucked her in with the soft downy covers and she grabbed his hand in her small one.

"I won't give up." She whispered, her mouth set in a determined line. "Not on us. Not on her. I won't."

"Neither will I." Adgar promised, pressing his lips softly against hers. "We'll get through this together."

"We will." She nodded, head falling against the pillow and her eyes settling on the window. "Look."

Idun looked, watching as a small bit of snow fell down from the sky in twinkling flakes. "Snow."

"Snow," Idun smiled. "In November."

"Strange," Adgar said, squeezing his wife's hand.

"No," Idun replied. "Something special."

Due to someone pointing out their canon names, (Thanks!) I changed the King and Queen's names but the story is still the same. Leave me a review and tell me what you think, please!