Okay, guys! I finally decided that those stupid author's notes were just bolded text xD so that's what I'm doing. ANYWAY, if some of you are getting rapid updates about my already finished fics, that's because I realized that my little scenario changers (the ***'s XD) didn't show up on the original post and the story made no sense whatsoever. So I updated both "The Old Friend Revenge" and "The Wild Westerguard" to fix that problem, plus a few spelling/grammar mistakes. If you notice something I didn't, please let me know in a review! :D Enjoy!

Update: So they're STILL not showing up, so I'm using XxX instead.

Chapter 1:

"Joseff! Heidi! Wake up, it's time to go!"

18-year-old Joseff Bjorgman was already dressed, and walked out of his room to meet his father. "It's all right, Papa," he said. "I'm ready. I'm not so sure Heidi is, though."

"Oh, Joseff, shut your mouth!" 15-year-old Heidi shouted, and came out of her room dressed exactly like her brother and father.

"Good," her father, Kristoff, said. "Let's go."

Just then, footsteps came running down the hall. "Kristoff, Joseff, Heidi!"

The three turned around, and there was Anna, Kristoff's wife and Heidi and Joseff's mother. Kristoff smiled affectionately at his wife.

"Anna, we're going to leave!"

Anna smiled gently. "I never get to see you leave." she hugged both her children tightly, and then kissed her husband. "Be safe," she whispered in Kristoff's ear.

"My kids have been harvesting ice almost as long as I have," he murmured back. "We'll be fine,"

With almost a forlorn nod, Anna walked back to her room, and watched the three leave from her doorway. They walked to the stables, and Kristoff loaded the supplies onto the sled while Heidi watched.

"Oh, Papa, can't I help?"

"You're too little," Joseff sneered.

Heidi rolled her eyes. "Shut up, Joseff."

"Heidi, Joseff, both of you!" Kristoff shouted. "Heidi, grab the pickaxes."

His daughter hoisted the heavy sackcloth bag over her shoulder gingerly, and lifted herself into the sleigh. Kristoff went into one of the stable rooms, and brought out his old reindeer, Sven. The creature had aged immensely since the children were born, but he still had enough energy to transport the family to and from their jobs.

When Sven finally pulled up at a frozen riverbank some ten miles from the castle, Kristoff, Joseff, and Heidi hopped off and started to work. Kristoff had always known his children would help him in his business, and now since that dream had come true, he had both bonded with his children and worked a lot less.

"Joseff, you cut the ice-bank into rows, and pass it down to me. I'll get it out of the water and send it off to Heidi. And Heidi, you slice the ice with the pickaxe and load it onto the sled." Kristoff ordered, pulling all the supplies out of Sven's saddlebags.

"Papa, we know," Heidi said gently with a smile. "We've done this since we were kids."

Kristoff sighed happily. Heidi had such a charming smile; it was so much like her mother's. "I know you do," Kristoff whispered absentmindedly as his children took their positions.

Though it was the dead of winter-where Queen Elsa could let her powers free-only some parts of Arendelle had been frozen over, and most of them were in the far outskirts of the kingdom. It was rare these days to find good ice to harvest. And, as the Arendelle Icemaster and Deliverer-which Kristoff still didn't think was a thing all these years later-Kristoff had enormous ice demands to meet.

"Papa!" Joseff called. "This section here is frozen to the core! Do you want me to leave it alone?"

Normally, Kristoff would have said to let it be, but times were rough for his business. "We need all the ice we can get. Can you handle cutting a piece that big, Heidi?"

Heidi had been lifting an iceblock close to her size into the sleigh, and then turned to her father. "What do you think?"

Kristoff laughed for the first time since the kids were little, and nodded to Joseff to cut the ice. And the morning wore on pretty much the same way: cutting, lifting, slicing, loading. Over and over again the process continued, until the last bits of the river were harvested. Heidi sliced and loaded the last piece of ice just as the sun reached its peak, and the three of them stopped to rest.

"That was one of the best loads we've had in weeks!" Joseff cried, and scruffed up Heidi's hair, which he knew she hated.

Heidi glared at him and retied her loose knot of a bun. She looked at Kristoff and said, "Time to head, then?"

Kristoff nodded. "I guess so. Maybe we can have your aunt freeze us a few more rivers."

Joseff and Heidi hung off the left and right sides of the sleigh, and Kristoff mounted Sven. "All right, old boy," he murmured. "Let's go,"

Sven snorted, and strained against the extra weight of the ice. Slowly, they descended into the Arendelle town square, where they made house-to-house deliveries, and finally pulled the sled into the stables some three hours later. They dressed quickly for supper-Kristoff making his usual complaints to Anna about having to dress formally for something as trifle as suppertime. Joseff had once been this way, but after spending his entire life as a royal, he adjusted over time. Heidi, however, couldn't help but dress casually.

"Heidi, why don't you wear this dress?" Anna asked, holding up Heidi's rose-colored formal dress, which looked similar to her mother's green formal dress.

"It's much too tight," Heidi griped. "You know I only wear that one for special occasions."

"You look like a peasant in that," her mother insisted. "At least wear the one your aunt made you. You know it will please her."

Heidi stared at the slim blue dress with spats of deep pinkish-red sprinkled throughout the skirt. It wasn't quite uncomfortable... just too formal. But she hadn't much of a choice, and she pulled it over her body. She and Anna met Joseff and her father in the hallway, and the four of them walked into the dining hall, where Elsa sat at the head of the table, smiling gently and lovingly. Though she was getting older, she didn't seem to age much since she was twenty-unlike her sister and brother-in-law, who had creases of laughter, concern, and stress from their parenthood journey-and she still had the stunning beauty as she did when she became queen.

"Beautiful dress, Heidi," Elsa commented. "It fits perfectly."

Heidi laughed, but it was much softer and higher-pitched than her normal laugh. "Thanks, Aunt Elsa. I really love it."

"Joseff, you look quite handsome," Elsa continued. "Like the future king."

Joseff nodded gratefully, and Elsa turned to Anna and Kristoff. "And you two look absolutely lovely together." She said.

Anna shrugged, leaning back on her husband. "We could be better," she replied. "But we couldn't have asked for more out of life."

"Please, sit," Elsa said. "The food should be served shortly."

Anna and Kristoff took their places on the left and right of Elsa, while Heidi and Joseff sat next to their parents; Heidi by Anna and Joseff by Kristoff.

Just as Elsa had told them, the two maidservants came out just a minute later; one placed covered dishes in front of the royal family, and the other lifted the covers that were sealing in the heat. The second servant left for the kitchen, while the first one clasped her hands as she stood in front of the five of them.

"For dinner tonight we have boiled lobster with a side of seafood chowder and shrimp fettuccini. There are rolls and butter available to you as well. We shall come around for drink refills. Enjoy."

Kristoff laughed heartily. "Seafood night, huh?"

"My favorite," Joseff said, mouth half full.

Anna hissed at him. "Joseff, that's rude!"

Elsa called for silence. "I have some news," she announced. "I received a message from the royal family of the Southern Isles."

Anna's eyes widened with recognition. "Wait, isn't that Hans-"

"You tell that man that we want nothing to do with him or his family!" Kristoff barked devensively, standing up out of his chair.

Elsa held a hand up, and Kristoff sat back down. "He means no harm. It appears that a plague has swept the Southern Isles, and has done away with the entire royal family. Hans was on business in Weselton, and he returned to hear of his entire family's death. It was quite traumatic for him, and he has been simply depressed ever since."

"That has nothing to do with us!" Kristoff cried, his voice at an angry tone once more.

Elsa held her hand up again, and like a trained dog, Kristoff retreated. "He says that Anna was so full of life when he was engaged to her-for all of a day, but still-and he feels as if she would bring him to spirits. I know it would be quite inappropriate, and quite frankly not safe, to let Anna make the journey alone. So if you all give your consent, I shall have you sent to the Southern Isles within a fortnight."

Elsa could tell Kristoff was about to protest, so she kept talking. "Kristoff, I know you are not on good terms with Hans. After all, he left Anna to die and led her into a fake love. But, and I know this will ease your concern, he has married the princess of Mist Haven, and has no romantic or ill interest for Anna or your children."

"He cannot be trusted," Kristoff insisted. "And there's no way you'll get me on that ship."

Elsa turned to Anna, and waited for her comments.

Anna was near speechless. "Well, I... it's just that... why would Hans... I'm just not understanding this all. I need to soak it all in..."

"You're telling me," Heidi cried. "I don't even know who this joker is."

Joseff glared at his sister. "Don't speak unless spoken to," he hissed.

"No, your sister is right," Anna said. "You both deserve to have a part in this conversation."

Elsa frowned. "Anna, are you sure-"

This time, it was Anna who held up the hand. "Before I even met your father, I was engaged to the prince of the Southern Isles, Prince Hans. It was kind of dumb, the whole thing. I had just met him the morning of Elsa's coronation, and agreed to marry him that same night. But when Elsa lost control, I set off to find her." She smiled fondly at Kristoff. "And this guy over here was my tour guide. But as it turned out, Hans didn't even want to marry me for love. Since he was the thirteenth child in his kingdom, he wanted to kill Elsa after our marriage and become King of Arendelle."

"And I can't risk my family in his presence," Kristoff murmured. "Elsa, it's not a good idea at all."

Elsa sighed. "Look, Kristoff... Hans is a married man now. He's changed; I honestly think he has. And he is still immensely depressed over his family's death, and..."

Kristoff stared at Elsa. "You already told them yes, didn't you?"

"It's not that at all! I just think you should-"

He threw his hands up. "Great! She told him yes!"

Elsa's pale white skin flushed red, and she shrugged innocently. "I know that Anna is more responsible now, and since you'll be there with her, I knew everything would be fine. You'll be back in two weeks."

"That's what mother and father said," Anna whispered, stifling a sob.

"Anna, please."

Anna stood up abruptly, and stormed out of the room. Kristoff stood up after her, and cried, "Anna! She didn't mean it like that. Anna, wait!"

The room to the dining hall slammed shut, and Elsa folded her hands uncomfortably and looked to her niece and nephew. "Well," she said. "Isn't this a lovely supper?"

So I didn't get the chance to tell you guys about the actual book ideas! I got Joseff and Heidi from an image off Google (I think it was by FrozenMusings on, like tumblr or something xD) and I just loved their drawings and personalities and just HAD to write a fic about them (this was right when I decided to join FanFiction). Actually, the cover picture is a photoshopped version of the original pictures I found on Google.

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