It was just ordinary day for six year old Fionn. Sure the sound of crows menacing "Crow" echoed in the air like a bad omen, the weather outside was rather windy and it seemed like a terrible storm could break out any moment, but he was having fun with his aunt Anna and his uncle Kristoff, and that's all that mattered for him. At least, that's how he thought until his parents along with his "brother" and "sister-in-law" came barging in the castle arguing all the way. What happened? Why was everybody screaming? And most importanly: WHO IN THE WORLD IS THAT BABY IN OLAF'S ARMS!? (Cross posted on Ao3 under the username Dreamy_Mirastone)
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