Dear Elsa and Kristoff,
The kids and I are heading to town for the day. We have Sven and the sled with us, so Kristoff, PLEASE don't freak out again like last time! We'll be careful and avoid the cliff jumps. Actually, that's not quite true. We'll do our best. What ever happenes is Sven's fault- he's the one pulling the thing, not me! Anyways, Elsa, don't worry, we can handle ourselves. Em and Cara have their powers, I'm pretty good with with my fists, and Finn, Alex, and Olaf...have us?
xoxo,
Anna
P.S. We did NOT take your chocolate stash, Elsa! It was...um...Sven!
Elsa blinked as she calmly folded the not and handed it to Kristoff, who readily accepted it. He was prepared to take the note, not have the queen jump up and bolt from the room, a gust of wind accidentally slamming the door behind her as soon as it touched his fingers. Quickly, the Princess's husband and Royal Ice Master and Deliverer scanned the note. He soon nodded in understatement- the Queen's chocolate stash was at risk. Kristoff smacked his forehead and set his wife's letter aside. Standing up, he walked to the door of Elsa's study and opened it. Glancing to the right, he took note of the long ice trail leading down the hall to Elsa's chambers. He gulped. From past experience with Anna, he knew to never ever EVER mess with either of the royal sister's chocolate. Especially one who could freeze your whole body into a solid block of ice within seconds.
The ice harvester approached the queen's bedroom with great caution, clutching a shield he grabbed on the way over from one of the metal knight statues lining the hallways.
Elsa was so busy thoroughly inspecting her sweets that she failed to notice a metal shield slowly edging its way into her room. Soon a head popped over the shield, revealing Kristoff's form.