A/N: I'm really sorry for the bad grammar and short chapters, my laptop has fully died I cant turn it on and I'm typing on my phone.

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Elsa cuddled closely into her father's chest, the duo were perched on a windowsill in the great hall; leather bound book spread out across their knees on a particularly interesting page with a vivid illustration of a dragon.

"And then the mighty Idris rose up from the great mountain, his booming voice echoing across the valley: behold! I am Idris, king of all dragons, thou shalt pay for the crimes committed against my kin" Elsa gasped in fear as she was engrossed in the story. "Mighty king Gruffydd raised his sword at the dragon, and with a battle cry that shook the very cliffs of the mountain he urged his army to charge forward. The dragon roared and a flash of lightning arched across the sky..." he waved his hands about in the air as though to paint the picture of the battle "The forced collided and the great Idris unleashed a torrent of flames on the knights under the king, many men died. The king's son, Prince Llywelyn saw this and took a bow from one of the archers, using the rugged slate to hide himself from the dragon he crept around to Idris' rear. The Prince sheathed an arrow and whistled loudly. Confused the dragon wheeled round and Llywelyn loosed the arrow, it flew through the air and struck the dragon in the eye. Howling in pain Idris' voice caused an earthquake, and a face off of the great Wyddfa mountain behind him collapsed, burying the dragon under its rubble. The king cheered and the men celebrated, despite the losses being high. Idris, the last terror of Wales was gone." He closed the book leaving a stunned Elsa in silence.

"It didn't say the dragon died though; he could still be alive!" Elsa observed, thinking deeply about the story. Agnarr looked around the hall, raising an eyebrow to check for intruders.

"What I'm about to tell you is a very important secret" Elsa's deep sapphire eyes lit up and she nearly jumped on her father with joy.

"Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!" she shouted, rocking his arm.

"Shhh, little petal you need to be quiet" he looked around again to check for anyone. "Idris is alive" Elsa quick intake of breath caused him to jump slightly. "He was raised by the great sorcerer Merlin, the druid of the mountains, in order to save Albion from it's terrible fate. But that, little one, is a story for another night" he silenced her protests with a finger on her lips, heaving her up onto his shoulders and stuffing the heavy storybook under his arm.

"Have you ever been to Wales papa, and seen the dragons?" she rested her elbows on his head, still mulling over the story.

"No petal, but I have been to Albion which is the country next to it" he steadied her on his shoulders as she slumped slightly, sleep dragging her down. "There weren't many dragons there" They got to Elsa's room, newly painted in the light blue colour she lived so much. The little girl let out an almighty yawn, lidded eyes drooping from the stress of the dramatic story. He tucked her in, humming faintly something Iduna once sung to him and soon Elsa was asleep, clutching the little penguin doll she loved so much, already slightly tattered and in need of a good stitching. The king placed a kiss onto his daughter's forehead and smiling warmly to himself left her to sleep and to join his wife. Iduna was lying on the bed, reading a book of her own, and she grinned when he entered.

"Has she settled down?" she asked, kissing Agnarr as he got in the bed.

"Perfectly, as always" he returned the embrace "She liked the story of Idris today"

"How couldn't she, it's even my favourite story after all this time." She rubbed the large bump on her stomach, trailing spirals over the tort skin.

"What is it flower?" he asked, noticing her pensive gaze.

"I feel like Elsa's special in some way" she admitted. "I don't know how yet, or if she even is, but I can just feel it"

"I understand; I feel the same way. She was too quiet as a baby and is too good as a toddler, she must be a gift from the gods." He smiled into her chocolate hair. "Who've thought it, that the hot chocolate we shared by the fireplace all those years ago would end up like this. With one daughter already here and another on the way" he laughed gently to himself, the noise reverberating through the conjoined couple.

"Who said it was a daughter?" she teased.

"Daddy sense"

"Daddy sense?" she broke into a wide grin, fighting not to laugh.

"Yes, I'm reliably informed it's always accurate and true, no matter what" he smirked at her, the warm feeling swelling in his breast.

"I'll take your word for it" she sighed, putting the book down. "Time for sleep anyway" and with that she blew out the candle.

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It happened in the night; agnarr felt her squirm and groan slightly which woke him up. Thinking she was having a nightmare, he rubbed her arm trying to wake her, only to find a pair of panicked blue eyes facing him. "What's the matter?" he asked growing more worried.

"Nothing, just a hard kick that's all. Go back to sleep" the next pain rocked her body and let out a muffled scream into the duvet.

"If that's a kick then they must have cannons for legs" he got up from the bed "I'll get a doctor" she screamed again and he immediately rushed over to her, bending down and helping her sit up again on the other side of the bed.

"Baby's coming" she said breathlessly.

"But you're a month early" his face went white "Come I'm talking you to the doctors now" he scooped her up and whirled out the door, half way down the long corridor she screamed again and the little rose covered door opened slightly.

"Mama? Papa?" Elsa asked drearily.

"Go back to sleep Elsa and stay in your room!" Agnarr half shouted as he ran down the corridor with Iduna in his arms. Iduna screamed again and Agnarr felt a hot liquid rush down him, reaching the doctors office the old man had already opened the door and ushered them in, taking Iduna and placing her on the bed. One look at the woman and he rang a bell, within a second a group of nurses rushed in, bustling around Iduna taking her blood pressure and heart rate.

"Get Mr Ostara, he'll know more about this than I" Agnarr heard the doctor mutter to one of the nurses who promptly fled the room. The doctor broke away from the nurses and took Agnarr by the arm, leading him away from the groaning Iduna abd bustling nurses.

"Your majesty I have some bad news, your wife is going into labour a month early which means the birth will be difficult. I must warn you now that the prognosis isn't great. There is a chance that we may lose her but we will do everything in our power to stop that from happening." The doctor mopped his brow slightly and used his craft to clean his glasses. "Unfortunately, what is more likely to happen is that the child is stillborn" his deep set grey eyes darkened slightly and he let out a short breath. Agnarr was white, shaking slightly by the fear of losing Iduna, his love.

"What caused this?" he asked, eyes heavy from exhaustion.

"Most of the time early births are caused by trauma, a woman falling over or being hit by something" Agnarr cringed slightly at the thought "However it can be random, and in your wife's case it is the latter rather than the former" Agnarr's gaze settled on the white and red doors of the infirmary, Iduna's groans had dwindled slightly.

"May I see her?" he asked.

"That isn't possible your majesty, this will be a difficult birth and the medical staff along with Mr Ostara need to have full access all the time. Stay with your daughter, no doubt she will be awake now" he gestured to the ajar door down the hallway. Agnarr nodded in agreement, the fear still shaking his bones.

"Tell her that I love her" he wiped his eyes, tears threatening to spill out.

"I will, and your majesty..." the doctor called after him as he made his way to Elsa's room. "Get changed before you do anything else" Agnarr looked down at his pyjamas and found them covered in deep crimson blood. He froze, stunned to silence at the volume of it, images of a half suppressed past fusing and twisting with images of Iduna. He shook, throwing off the fearsome trance threatening him.

"I will, thank you" he escaped into his room and bent over, suppressing the sob that boiled and churned deep in him. He threw the bloodied clothes into a corner of the room and threw a clean pair on. Stirring himself he took a swig from the bottle of whiskey on his desk, allowing the burning liquid to settle deep by his heart and replace the icy cold fear with its warmth. He gazed out the window, still night, and saw the full moon arching high above him. It's light filled the room and he found himself swallowed by its brightness. Images of a scarred field filled his head once again, marred remains jutting out the dirt like splinters, only this time the half rotten faces of the anonymous soldiers were replaced with Iduna, he shook violently and collapsed to the floor, throwing his face in his hands he suppressed the scream brewing in his throat. He slammed a fist into his head and smacked his brow, then again and again until a dull thudding filled his eardrums. After a while in his dazed state he got up and stared the moon directly on its face.

"Yeah, fuck you too" he slammed the door.

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Elsa cowered beneath the covers, Sir Jorgenbjorgen drawn tightly into her. Agnarr sighed when he saw the little bump underneath the covers and sat down next to it, placing a warm hand on where the bumps shoulders would have been. "Elsa, are you awake?" the covers flipped over and Elsa launched herself at her father, wrapping him in a tight warm hug.

"It's okay petal; I'm okay." He returned the hug and held her little body tight to him.

"What's happening with mama?" she asked shakily.

"She's going into labour, but it's too early so she is unwell at the moment. We need to trust the doctors to look after her" he looked into the familiar sapphire eyes. Elsa nodded quietly and tightened the hold on her father.

"Come on now, let's go and read a story together" he scooped up the little girl and penguin teddy, taking her to the library the furthest away from the infirmary. He opened up the same book as they were reading before and settled her in; pulling a woollen blanket over them both. "The great Idris had been sleeping for many years, the king and the prince that defeated him had long since passed into memory and myth, and a new king ruled over the land..." a scream echoed distantly through the castle, making both jump up and turn their heads. "Come now Elsa, read with me" he encouraged, turning the page over "This new king had conquered the old welsh mountains with an iron fist, the people of the mountains were taxed heavily and forced into submission by cruel laws. These people were terribly unhappy, however a young prince by the name of Arthur was born, he was the new king, vortigern's nephew." Agnarr continued to read Elsa the story with her, picking up his voice if he thought he heard a muffled scream. Eventually the first Ray's of sunlight peeked out from behind the mountains, the pair had read most of the book together and the achingly long hours of the night had given way to the bright light of the midsummer day. A knock on the door made them both hold their breath.

"Your majesty" the nurse said "Your wife and daughter would like to see you now" he shut the book and picked Elsa up, balancing her on his hip as he fled past the nurse, quick pacing it to the infirmary. He knocked on the door.

"Come in" Iduna said, voice creaky and raw. The pair opened the door and on a cot lay Iduna, with a tiny bundle in her arms. She beckoned the two over and Agnarr saw her first, her tiny pink face was swaddled in a warm blanket as she slept peacefully, a tuft of red hair stuck out from her head. "Elsa, I'd like you to meet your little sister. Anna." Elsa was lifted onto the bed by her father and her blue eyes grew wide when she saw the bundle.

"She's so small" Elsa said, running a cool finger down her sister's face. She looked up at her mother "I love her" she said, mesmerised at the baby.

Agnarr smiled warmly at the three, his three girls, and a tear streaked down his face silently. He thought he imagined it at first, a cold blob hit his face and he wiped it off, thinking nothing about it. But then another hit, and another, and soon a steady stream of cold blobs hit him. Thinking there was a leak in the roof he looked up, but what he saw took his breath away.

In the rafters of the infirmary a thin veil of snowflakes were falling, detached from any cloud they simply materialised in the thin air. His green eyes grew wide in a mixture of shock, awe and fear; catching one with his hand to see if they were real.

"Are you seeing this?" he asked to his wife and daughters, who followed his gaze to the rafters. Elsa squeaked in surprised and Iduna gasped, the snowflakes falling slightly heavier. "how?" he asked; looking at his wife. "Is it Anna?"

Iduna shook the bairn awake gently, and big teal eyes opened. The eyes saw the snowflakes and reached up to gran them, giggling as she did so. "I don't think it is Anna" Iduna said, wrapping her daughter up more tightly.

"It's me" Elsa said, "I can make snow"

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A/N: Finally got word to work on my phone which is much nicer than typing in my notes! Also the story from the beginning and end isnt an actual welsh story, its using characters from welsh folklore and history but isnt a real one.