Notes: Hey guys! Welcome to my very first chaptered Frozen fic! This one was inspired by the lovely Minnothebunny and her idea for a fun and flirty camping story. So, because of that, this one is dedicated to her :D (Should be around 4 parts, maybe 5 depending)

Disclaimer: I've been wishing hard, but I still don't own Frozen.


"I can't believe you invited Kristoff on our annual campout."

Anna stared out the front windshield, her arms crossed over her chest and a petulant frown on her face. She leaned back against the leather seat of Elsa's SUV, feeling her teeth clench in her frustration. They had been on the road for over an hour, only a few minutes out from their favorite campground, when Elsa had decided to drop that information on her.

"He has come camping with us before," Elsa reminded her drily, not taking her eyes off the windy mountain road as she drove. "I don't see why you're so upset."

Anna turned to glare at her older sister, her eyes bright and angry, full of unshed tears. "I'm upset," she said stiffly, her hands clenching into fists, "because you knew I had invited Hans to get to know him better, and yet, you still invited Kristoff to come too."

Elsa raised one pale eyebrow in skeptical consideration. "If you are so interested in Hans, why does it even matter that I invited Kristoff? He's been our friend for years, has been coming camping with us for years. Why does it matter now? Why does it bother you this time?"

The question stunned her into silence. Was Elsa really that observant? She hadn't expected her to be, not while she was so busy with juggling business school and trying to run their father's company. Yes, it was summer now and Elsa had graduated from school and was focused on business… but she was supposed to be focused on business, not the weird stuff going on with her and Kristoff. It was hard enough dealing with it herself, let alone knowing that her sister knew. Was it that obvious? Did Elsa realize it was why she was trying so hard to get to know Hans? She felt heat burn in her cheeks and she turned away from her sister again. Why did things have to be so screwed up?

"So," Elsa said cautiously, breaking the silence between them, "is Hans bringing his own tent, or…?"

Anna swung around, her mouth falling open in shock and hurt. "Of course he is!" she cried. "Do you really think… I've only known him for a few weeks! Yeah, I like him, but I'm not just going to throw myself at him. Jeez, Elsa. It's nice to know how highly you think of me."

"That wasn't what I meant," Elsa said, her voice thick with pleading. "I just know how badly you want to be in love and I wanted to make sure you weren't rushing into anything. I'm sorry if it sounded like I was judging you. I didn't mean to. I just want us to have a good time. This is the first time we've gone camping since… well, you know… and I want us to have fun together. Having you invite Hans just caught me off guard, so I invited Kristoff just to have something be like it was. I'm sorry if it upset you. I didn't mean for you to think that I was trying to set you up or come between you and someone you might like. Can you forgive me?"

Anna sighed and shrugged, feeling herself forgive her sister already even if she didn't want to. It was so hard to hold onto a grudge, especially against Elsa. They were all each other had, so keeping herself angry was almost impossible. "I guess," she said, "but you have to promise me that you'll give Hans a chance. He's really sweet, I promise."

"Fine," Elsa agreed quickly, obviously relieved that Anna was willing to let this go. "In return, you have to promise not to ignore Kristoff. He's your friend, and I think he's confused right now. You've been purposefully ignoring him and I can tell that it hurt his feelings."

She felt the familiar flush creep up her cheeks and down her neck at the mention of Kristoff. It was like flicking a switch these days. "I can do that," she said quietly, her voice cracking with nerves.

He had been her friend since she was eight years old, why was it suddenly so hard for her to be around him? It couldn't just be that he had filled out well in college, though she had definitely taken notice of that fact. Was it because she hadn't seen him since she was fifteen and now, suddenly, she took notice of him in ways she never did before? How was that his fault? It was no reason for her to treat him the way she had been. She had to suck it up and figure out a way to be his friend again, all while trying to make things work with Hans. It wasn't going to be easy, that was sure.

She couldn't deny that Kristoff and the way he messed up her head had been a big reason she had let Hans pursue her. It was easier to be around Hans. There weren't all those confusing emotions that kept her up at night. What was happening between them was simple, easy. They were attracted to each other, had been at first sight. He made her feel beautiful. Kristoff made her feel... hungry. She wasn't sure what to make of it, so had pushed it away. Unfortunately for her, Elsa's invitation to their friend was going to make her have to deal with her confused feelings for him much sooner than she had wanted. It was exactly the opposite of how she had wanted to spend her camping trip. Weren't vacations supposed to be relaxing?

"Anna, were you going to help me unpack the car, or are you just going to stare out the window all day?"

Anna turned to Elsa, who was holding her door open. Her eyebrows were pulled together in a frown, but her lips and eyes were smirking. Anna realized with a jolt that the car was stationary. They had reached their campsite while she brooded about Kristoff and Hans. The thought made her blush again and she hopped out of the car, passing Elsa without looking her in the eye.

"Should we wait for the guys to set up the food tent?" Anna asked quickly, digging through their supplies and spying the mesh and plastic tent they used to protect their propane stove from the elements.

"I think we can manage by ourselves," Elsa said, reaching over Anna's shoulder and grabbing the tent bag. "Besides, are you more interested in a guy who looks at you as a damsel in need of saving, or one who can put together her own damn camping gear?"

Anna giggled, her sister had a point. "All right, we can set up the tents by ourselves. Hell, we can probably set up the whole campsite before they get here. Did Kristoff ever let you know when he left town?"

"I sent him a text as soon as we pulled in. He said that he was going to head out as soon as Hans put gas in his car. Apparently he wanted to drive himself and Kristoff wasn't going to twist his arm. They should be here about noon, so we should try to have everything set up and have lunch going when they arrive," Elsa said and grinned. "Why, are you worried about him?"

Anna stuck out her tongue by way of an answer.

Together, they grabbed their two tents and the food tent and made their way to the small clearing where they had camped every June since they were children. They quickly fell into the easy rhythm of setting up camp, something they had done dozens of times before. It felt right, natural, being back up here. It had been two years since they had last gone camping and Anna knew that they both felt the need to get away from everything for a few days. It was so much more fun than just going to their beach house and lying in the sun.

An hour or so later when the guys arrived, Elsa and Anna had already emptied their SUV, finished setting up most of the campsite and were busy making lunch. When Anna saw a familiar mop of shaggy blonde hair coming toward them, her heart pounded in her chest and she fought to steady it again. It didn't work.

"Do I smell Beanies and Weenies?" Kristoff asked with an eager grin as he lugged his tent and other bags up the hill.

Elsa sent him a grin and a wave, Anna flushed and kept her eyes on the pot of food she was stirring. "You know that it's our traditional first meal," Elsa reminded him. "By the time you have your tent set up, lunch should be ready."

"Everything looks great," he told them, pausing by the food tent to survey the campsite. He turned back to them and grinned. "Especially you lovely ladies."

Anna's gaze shot to his, a flush burning her cheeks at his compliment. It wasn't a surprise, he had been teasing them like this for years… but it felt different this time. The moment her eyes met his, her mouth went dry and she forgot what she was going to say. Thankfully for her, Hans walked up the hill behind Kristoff, carrying his things and panting slightly. "Hans, do you need help?" she asked, looking around Kristoff to her guest. He looked a little lost, as though he couldn't figure out how he had ended up there.

"Ah, no, I'm fine," he told her, standing up straight and wincing as his backpack slid from his shoulder and the weight fell on his elbow. "If the two of you managed to set all of this up on your own, I'm sure I can get a tent pitched without any trouble."

Elsa gave him an incredulous look, one pale eyebrow raised and her lips pursed. Anna fought back a giggle. No one ever realized how hard it was to pitch a tent alone until they had tried. She knew that Hans had never been camping, so he was in for a rude awakening. She had tried to offer him assistance though, so if he struggled, he only had himself to blame. Plus, he was a very proud man. If she suggested for a second time that he needed help, she didn't think he would take it well.

"Well, if you guys want to eat any time soon, you should go get your stuff set up," Elsa told them. "Lunch is almost ready and Anna and I want to go for a hike after we eat."

"Then why don't we just set up our tents after the hike?" Hans asked, dumping his gear on the ground.

"You don't want to pitch your tent up in the dark, trust me," Kristoff said, clapping Hans on the shoulder. "It's better to just get it done first thing. That way you can actually enjoy the weekend."

Hans shot Kristoff a look that Anna couldn't quite decipher. It passed like a shadow across his face, there and then gone in a moment, almost so fast that she wasn't sure she had seen anything there at all. She tried not to think about, it was probably just that Hans wasn't used to being told what to do. He was very independant. He liked doing what he wanted when he wanted to do it. Camping was going to be an interesting experience for him. It was suddenly painfully clear that he was out of his element. She almost felt bad for inviting him.

Anna watched as the guys walked over to the clearing where she and Elsa had already pitched their tents. Kristoff quickly got to work, dropping his bags and finding the perfect flat area to pitch his tent. He was so fluid as he worked that Anna could barely take her eyes off of him. His muscles rippled beneath his thin black cotton shirt as he hammered the stakes into the ground. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart raced. It wasn't the first time she had been struck dumb by how attractive she found Kristoff, but it still wasn't entirely welcome. Especially since she had invited someone else on this camping trip and she should be feeling this way about him instead.

Embarrassed by the way she was staring at Kristoff, she turned her attention to Hans and winced. He had set up his tent near the oak tree at the edge of the clearing. His tent was laid out on the ground, but he couldn't seem to figure out where to stick the poles. Anna bit her lip, struggling not to laugh at him. After a string of curses charged the air she made the decision to go and help him, whether he wanted her to or not.

"You need to hammer in the stakes first," she told him as she crossed the campsite to him. He looked up at her, frustration coloring his green eyes. Once again, the emotion passed quickly and he smoothed out his exasperation.

"Is it that obvious that I've never gone camping before?" he asked lightly, swinging one of the tent poles in his hand. It swung around and snapped back, hitting him in the cheek with a loud thwack. Anna brought her hands to her mouth quickly, hoping to hide the giggle that was threatening to break free. He just looked so surprised by the pain that the flexible pole had inflicted. It was hysterical to her.

"Here, let me take that," she managed to choke out, reaching for the pole and taking it from his grasp.

"I can do this on my own," he snapped, but didn't take the pole back from her. It was obvious that his ego had been bruised, but not enough to want to touch the tent pole again. The red mark on his face was beginning to look like a welt and Anna tried not to wince. She also knew better than to suggest First Aid, but she desperately wanted to. His face looked awful.

"Um… why don't you at least move your tent," she suggested, gesturing the dark green canvas on the ground.

"It's fine where it is," he said stiffly. "This way I don't have to set up a tarp over mine like the rest of you are doing."

"But… the tree…" Anna pointed out, trying to let him know that ten feet in any direction was likely to have tree roots on the ground, but he didn't let her.

"Look," he said, reaching gingerly for the pole and then dropped it on the ground at his feet, "I know you're just trying to help, but I can do this. Why don't you go back to Elsa and finish up lunch. It smells like she needs some help cooking."

Anna's face fell. "But, we are having Beanies and Weenies. It's our favorite camping meal. I think it smells good."

Hans laughed then, his eyes growing bright with mirth as he slapped his leg. "Beanies and Weenies? How old are you guys?"

"My mother always called it that," Anna said quietly, feeling tears prick her eyes. "It was something her family made since she was little."

The silence that fell between them then was deafening. Anna was feeling a bit bruised by his careless remark. She wrapped her arms around her waist in an effort to hold in the emotions beginning to wash over her at the memory of her parents. She had promised Elsa that she would try to make this trip fun, but so far it was just one miserable thing after another. She was about to turn away when a large chocolate Labrador Retriever rambled up to her, jumped up on her legs and started licking her hand.

"Sven!" she cried excitedly, leaning down to rub his ears. "I didn't know Kristoff brought you along. Where have you been?"

"He fell asleep in the truck on the way up here. I left the window down and figured he would come join us when he woke up," Kristoff explained as he finished up his tent. Anna couldn't help but be impressed that he had managed by himself. It was a rough feat. One which she had never accomplished, not even in all her years of camping experience.

"You brought a dog?" Hans asked in disbelief, staring as Sven as though he carried some kind of disease. "Why would you bring an animal out here? They could get lost in the mountains."

"Not this guy," Kristoff argued, stepping up to Anna and Sven and giving the dog a pat to the head. "He's been coming camping with us for years. I first brought him up when he was just a puppy. He knows these mountains as well as any of us."

"Guys, lunch is just about ready!" Elsa called out to them from the food tent.

Kristoff turned toward Hans's tent, which still lay flaccid on the ground. "I know you can probably do this yourself, but I'm starving and I'm pretty sure Elsa isn't going to let everyone eat until the campsite is set up, so what do you say? Can we help you get it up?"

Hans looked like he wanted to argue, to tell them all once again that he could do it himself. He didn't though, he sucked it up and nodded. "Yeah, whatever. Let's just get the stupid tent pitched so we can eat lunch."


Notes: My family always had Beanies and Weenies our first night of camping, so I thought they should have the same tradition. It's also called Frank n' Beans, but my husband thought I should give it the same name we always called it and have Hans be a jerk about it. I think it worked!