Ariel

The room has all the trappings of a college girl you'd expect. A desk covered in books and papers, a drawer full of clothes haphazardly crammed into a dresser, shelving full of knick-knacks and objects of personal value she tended to pick up when traveling.

There was only three things in the room that were wrong about this setting: a large trunk in the corner, a rolled up yoga matt propped up against the trunk and a bed with wooden bars surrounding it. Elsa unlatched one side of the bars, carefully sliding it down so that she could side on the edge of the bad as she gently let the sleeping figure's hair away from her sleeping face.

She had long red hair -- longer and more saturated than Anna's -- and she wore yellow shirt that could be confused for a sundress. She wore no pants, leaving her diaper exposed. The girl was sucking on her thumb, having confused it for a pacifier that fell out of her mouth as she slept, as her other-hand hugged her favorite stuffed animal; a blue and yellow fish.

Elsa patted the girl's diapered bottom, both for affection and for practical purposes and found it wet. This made sense considering they would feed her warm milk before putting her to bed. She gently shook her shoulder.

"Hey," Elsa whispered. "Time to wake up."

The girl breathed hard through the nose as she yawned, freeing her thumb as she held the fish further against her.

"Elsa? Momma?" Said the girl, correcting herself as she woke up.

"Good morning Ariel."

Ariel slowly propped herself up and sat next to Elsa, rubbing the sleep from her eyes before laying her head against Elsa's shoulder. Ariel was always a heavy sleeper and it took her a minute to wake up fully.

"Are you hungry?" Asked Elsa.

Ariel barely responded before trying to nod her head against her.

"Alright baby girl. You want me to feed you here or the chair?" Elsa asked, lightly shaking the bottle in her hands.

"Hmm, chair," said Ariel lazily.

"Alright."

Elsa stood up and Ariel stood up with her, still only partially awake as she led the girl by the hand into the living room, Ariel nearly forgetting to bring her fish with her. Elsa sat in the leather chair next to the couch as Ariel sat in her lap on one of her knees. She laid her head onto one of her shoulders while Elsa led the bottle to her mouth. She accepted it as mechanically drinked from it.

Ariel was a girl from Denmark who moved to Arendelle because she was interested in traveling and wanted to get away from her family. Her father was a politician with a strong Nationalist view of things and was angry at Ariel for leaving, him and her six older sisters failing to convince her otherwise. After a failed relationship with her penpal Eric, she enrolled in the local university for an Anthropology degree.

Soon the bottle was empty and she gave another yawn. Elsa put the empty bottle onto the little table next to the chair and wrapped her arms around Ariel. Elsa admitted to having reservations to this "arrangement" they established with Ariel, but it was moments like this that made her realize that it was a good idea.

"Did you sleep well, sweety?"

"Yeah," said Ariel into her shoulder. "Flounder slept well too."

"Yeah? I'm glad. Does Flounder want breakfast too?"

Ariel held up the toy fish and pretended to listen too it. When dressed as a baby, she liked to role-play sometimes.

"Flounder says he wants something with syrup."

"How about French toast?"

Ariel looked giddy. She got off of Elsa's lap and pulled herself a chair at the table while Elsa went to make breakfast for her baby.