A/N: So, I noticed that there aren't many stories, if any, about Kristoff. JUST Kristoff, with no Kristanna. So, I'm making a short, maybe, 3-5 chapter story of Kristoff's backstory. I really love Kristoff and he's my 2nd favorite Disney prince, besides Eugene Fitzherbert xD Hans would be my number one, if he wasn't the villain, but, oh well Enjoy!

Kristoff stood before Elsa's ice castle that still held its place in the mountains. It was a bit damaged from the seige that occurred about a year ago by Arendelle's soldiers and the Duke's thugs. But, Kristoff took the job of repairing it when he had break time at work from his ice business. Elsa giggled at his volunteering to repair it, but to him it was an honor.

He admired the beauty of he castle and recalled all the memories he had there. He remembered when he saw Elsa for the first time, not on the best of terms.

"No, I know we can figure this out together." Anna insisted.

"How? What power do you have to stop this winter? To stop me?" Elsa asked, clutching her chest.

Kristoff sighed at the memory, recalling how much he cared about Anna at that moment. She looked so worried for her sister, and would have given anything to bring her back home to Arendelle. He headed back down the mountain to work, and remembered when Marshmallow had chased them down.

"It's a hundred foot drop!' Anna said.

"It's two hundred." Kristoff corrected.

Kristoff's smile turned into a frown when he remembered that he had made a snow anchor to save them. Just as his own father did to save him.

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Stephen Bjorgman stood and looked out at the horizon. It was barely dawn and that meant that it was time for the ice harvesters to start their day at work. A small tug came from his pants and he looked down at his son, Kristoff, who was only 7 years old. Stephen smiled and patted him on the head.

"Papa, is it time for us to start soon?" the litle boy asked.

"Yes, very soon, son. Why? Are you nervous?" Stephen asked.

"Well, a little..." Kristoff confessed.

Stephen chuckled. "Don't worry. It's only your first day, son. Come on, let's join the rest of the men."

Stephen hoisted Kristoff up and put him on his shoulders. Kristoff was eager to see his father in action for the first time. He knew ice harvesting was hard work, but he was still unaware of how it worked.

Stephen's family had run the business since his father died. Stephen was only 18 when his father passed away. But, his father had trained and prepared him well, so it wasn't much of a struggle for him to get things running. Kristoff was to inherit the business one day, and he hoped that he would follow in Stephen's guidance and wisdom.

"Morning, Stephen! Kristoff." one fellow worker waved.

"Good morning, Matt. How's your wife?" Stephen asked, smiling.

"Bright as day, Stephen. See you out there!" Matt replied, grabbing his sack.

Kristoff and Stephen arrived at the ice harvesting grounds, and Stephen put him down. Kristoff sat in the snow and watched the workers. They all greeted him and went to Stephen for their morning duties.

"Good morning, Kristoff. Great to see you out here! You're getting so big." one worker said, walking by him.

"Thanks. Good luck out there." Kristoff said, shyly.

All the workers gathered and grabbed their saws. They cut through the ice and hoisted the blocks out of the icy water. Then, they began to sing a song.

"Born of cold and winter air and mountain rain combining...this icy force both foul and fair..."

Kristoff liked the tune and tried to hum along. The men sang as they worked hard. They all wore large coats and gloves, as they placed the blocks of ice onto their large sleds. Kristoff imagined himself being old enough to join them, and hoped that day would come soon.

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"Kristoff, come here, son! I want to show you something!" Stephen called to Kristoff, as it got dark.

"Coming, Papa!" Kristoff called back.

He got from the ground and ran to his father. Stephen led him to a small barn near the harvesting grounds. Kristoff looked around and noticed all the different saws the ice harvesters used.

"Here, son. This is for you." Stephen said, bringing out a small reindeer.

Kristoff gasped. "For me?"

Stephen nodded. "He's all yours."

Kristoff ran to the little reindeer and petted him on the head. The reindeer sniffed Kristoff and licked his face. Kristoff laughed and gave him a carrot. The reindeer ate it in one bite and licked his lips. Kristoff laughed and hugged his father.

"Oh, thank you, Papa!" he said.

Stephen hugged him tightly and the three of them headed home.

A/N: Really liked how this first chapter turned out! How about you guys? Feedback, please! :) Btw, Kristoff's father's name has a small significance to another Frozen character! Can you guys who? ;)