Anna quite honestly loved every season. She could always find something good and enjoyable in all of them!

Spring was fresh, and full of new life.

Summer was fun, filled with warm days of revelry.

Fall was somber in weather, but bonfires with friends could keep the oncoming chill at bay.

Winter was many things to Anna, but, most of all, it was a time for family.

But, if Anna was being completely truthful, she liked fall most of all - all because of the leaves. The changing of the colors - from green to yellow, orange to red - the brisk chill in the air, which helped the colorful leaves flee their tree limbs with more ease. It was a cozy time of year, the cold not yet harsh enough to drive one inside for weeks on end. She'd loved crunching around in the fallen leaves when she was younger, even collect ones that caught her eye, and preserving them as best she could between the pages of books.


"Kristoff, Kristoff, Kristoff!" Anna called, skipping into the stables, wearing one of her warmer dresses. With the changing weather, from summer to fall, the castle staff had gone through and switched out her wardrobe for more suitable clothing.

Sven looked over the door of his stall at the Princess, chewing on a mouthful of hay.

"Sven! How are you, big guy?" Anna greeted the shaggy animal, rubbing him fondly on the nose.

The reindeer swallowed, humming deep in his chest.

"Well, that's good, isn't it? But, uh, Sven, do you know where Kristoff is?" Anna asked, eyeing the stall Sven was housed in for the Ice Master and Deliverer. It wasn't uncommon for Kristoff to hang around the stables with Sven.

The reindeer ducked his head down for some more hay, bringing it back up and swinging it to the left in reply to her question.

Anna smiled, running off in the direction Sven had indicated. "Thanks, Sven!" she called over her shoulder.

The reindeer bellowed after her, watching until the Princess was out of his sight.

As Anna stepped outside of the stables, she caught sight of a familiar figure by one of the water troughs, cupping his hands into the cold water and splashing it onto his face.

"Please tell me this isn't what you do when you say you've had a bath, but you still smell like sweaty reindeer," Anna giggled, only partially serious.

Kristoff whirled around at Anna's voice, water dripping down the bridge of his nose and from his bangs. "...No..."

Anna gave the blond a look. "You hesitated there, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. 'Cause I love you, even when you smell like you've been spooning Sven," she hummed in a teasing tone, smiling widely. "I'm assuming that you're all finished here, now that you've, uh...'had a bath'. So, come on, there's something I want to do with you!" Anna exclaimed, tugging insistently at his hand.

"This isn't one of those times where you tell me it's a casual thing, but then I'm stuck in a room with all these foreign nobles for some sort of tea party and it's the most awkward situation possible?" Kristoff asked, eyeing Anna warily as she started pulling him along.

"Those are casual - for me. But, no, it's not going to be tea with any dignitaries or noblemen. I promise, this'll be fun!"


"...It's a pile of leaves..."

Anna pouted at Kristoff's less than enthusiastic description. "It is not just a pile of leaves!"

"Okay, it's a big pile of leaves," Kristoff amended bluntly, still not understanding why Anna dragged him over here to look at leaves.

"But they're fall leaves, not just any other sort of leaves! They're special," Anna retorted, smacking Kristoff on the arm.

Kristoff cocked an eyebrow at the Princess, turning back to look at the pile of dead leaves in front of them. "Okay, I'll bite. What makes fall leaves more special than any other leaves you can find throughout the year?" he asked, arms crossed over his chest.

Anna crouched down next to the pile, scooping some of the dry leaves into her hands; it was like holding part of a rainbow, even if the colors were brittle and fragile to the touch. "Well, for the most obvious, fall leaves are only around during fall," Anna started to explain, "I mean, at what other point in the year are leaves this colorful?"

"When Elsa and I were kids, we'd collect as many fallen leaves as we could find and pile them up in the courtyard," she continued, a wistful smile on her face as she tossed the handful of leaves into the air; watching the wind catch them, and carry them a short distance before they fell to the ground once again. "We'd jump around in the piles, dump leaves on each other - we even tried to make snowmen out of leaves!"

"So, to me, they aren't just any leaves," Anna sighed, looking up at the ice harvester with a small smile.

"Ah...Sorry, I didn't mean to be so-"

"Blunt?" Anna suggested, standing up.

Kristoff cleared his throat, eyes shifting to the gray skies above. "Yeah..."

"I'm not mad, Kristoff. How could you have known? I never said before, so it probably seemed a bit odd that I was getting so worked up over leaves," Anna reassured him, patting his forearm.

"Well, what did you want to do then, Anna?" Kristoff asked, the corners of his mouth quirking up into a muted smirk. "You said you wanted to do something, and since you brought me out here to a giant pile of leaves - which I don't know how you even managed to assemble, but I'm not going to ask - I'm going to assume you want to do some of the stuff you were telling me about."

Anna broke out into an eager grin. "Yes!"