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Elsa shared the joyous news of her pregnancy with Jack Frost, her voice trembling with excitement as his eyes widened—equal parts wonder and panic. Though he’d always doted on her, Jack’s care now took on a frantic edge, fumbling through herbal teas and mismatched mittens, his frost magic accidentally icing the nursery blueprint twice. Together, they navigated obstetric appointments, Elsa gently steering him past his nervous habit of summoning snow flurries in the waiting room. When their daughter’s first cry pierced the delivery suite, Jack’s trembling hands cradled the newborn with unexpected grace, frost patterns blooming like lullabies across her blanket. Sleepless nights became a dance of shared duty: Elsa humming ancient lullabies while Jack crafted tiny ice sculptures that melted into rainbows by dawn. Their cottage brimmed with chaos and warmth, Jack’s once-clumsy gestures now steady as he swaddled their child, frost-kissed fingertips brushing Elsa’s cheek—a silent promise of adventures yet to come.
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