While I’m waiting for prompts, I thought I’d dabble in a…different direction with the snowgies. As in, what would happen if Elsa had accidentally created one years ago when their parents were still around. So, uh…needless to say, this won’t be fluffy. Not until the end when I fast forward to the present and Anna makes things happier.

Elsa used to sneeze snowflakes. But as her power grew, her parents soon learned that even something as simple as a sneeze had grown into something…more.

“Agdar, what should we do?” Idunn whispered anxiously, closing the door after checking in on the crown princess.



“I don’t know,” the King of Arendelle muttered, tiredly running a hand down his face. “This…has never happened before. But we can’t let it run around, or else Anna might accidentally find it.”



Both of their gazes fell to the creature struggling in Idunn’s arms. It was small–even smaller than a baby–and it was made out of snow, with two small coal eyes and a single coal serving as a button. It had no arms, but its puny legs were swinging back and forth as it tried to wiggle free. The creature’s mouth was parted slightly, curled downwards into a frown.

Agdar tore his gaze away, unable to look at the clearly distressed creature any longer.

It was so small.

“Idunn–”



“Agdar, this is too cruel.”



“I know, but what else are we supposed to do?! Elsa can’t make it go away, and the alternative requires…” The sandy-haired king allowed his shoulders to droop, the weight of their decision falling heavily upon him. When he next spoke, his voice was a pained whisper.



“Elsa will never know.”



His wife’s cerulean eyes widened, and he didn’t miss the way her hold tightened ever so slightly on the still-struggling creature.

Snow-baby, his mind treacherously whispered.

“I don’t get it,” Anna mused from beside her, cuddling even closer, “Olaf’s not afraid of fire. Even Marshmallow! So…why are the snowgies so terrified of it?”



“Well…fire melts snow,” Elsa murmured, tugging Anna into a more comfortable position for them both as they watched Olaf try to explain to the tiny creatures it was alright so long as they didn’t get too close. “Perhaps they’re more sensitive to the heat?”



Anna hummed in response before turning her head to lightly nip at the blonde’s jawline, indicating that she wanted a kiss.

Elsa obliged readily, lips capturing the princess’ own. It was short and chaste, but she loved it all the same.

“You won’t melt…will you?” Anna murmured once they parted, and Elsa chuckled, brushing their noses together.



“I won’t. And I promise you, I won’t let our snowgies melt, either.”

