Two years later.
"Twins . . ." Anna breathed as the midwife wiped her forehead. "I can't believe it . . ."
"Believe it, m'lady," the midwife chuckled. "A fine and healthy boy and girl they are, too."
Anna gazed over at the other end of the bedroom, where her husband was helping the nurse clean the babies up. Her entire lower half still ached and she still couldn't stop herself from panting, but her babies were wailing, which meant the whole ordeal had been a success.
If only their aunt could be here.
Anna could easily imagine what Elsa would say, "Wow, I never thought I'd see my baby sister deliver two babies in a row," or something like that. They'd have a laugh together before she'd have to nurse the babies.
"Hey darling," Kristoff quipped as he practically danced up to the bed with their little son in his arms, "come meet our baby boy."
"Awww," Anna murmured as she ran her finger down the baby's tiny cheek.
"And here's your daughter!" the nurse announced as she placed