justtoliveoneday:

      So much had changed in just one night. Nothing bad was supposed to have happened, they were just having fun. And then, suddenly, Anna was hurt. Mama and Papa told him to stay in the castle when they rode away, and he sat by the window, fighting back tears all night. And then, they came back, and he was so happy Anna was okay — at first.

      Mama and Papa told him that Anna couldn’t remember about Elsa’s powers, and that she couldn’t know, ever. He didn’t want to lie to Anna, but they told him it was to keep her safe, so he thought it might be okay. But Elsa wasn’t talking to him, and Anna was so sad because she never left her room anymore. He was sad, too.

      He leaned his head into Mama’s lap, her hand on his head a familiar, soothing touch. Still, his eyes were wet, and after all these weeks of being a big boy, he wanted nothing more than to cry.

      “T-this is all my fault, isn’t it?”

     At those words, she gathered him up into her arms, pressing kisses to his head, as she settled him on her lap. Thankfully, he wouldn’t reach the age where he was too big for such things for some time. 

     "Oh, of course it’s not, my silly, darling boy, no,“ she said quietly. Honestly, he took blame upon himself as easily as Elsa did. But at least in his case, she could tell him it mostly definitely was not his fault. It was much harder with her daughter. 

     "It was just an accident, love,” she continued, holding him tightly. “No one can predict an accident like that. Not you, or Anna, or Elsa. Or even me or Papa.” After kissing the top of his head once more, she leant down to see his face. “What’s making you think that, hm?”