Kristoff looked at Anna, devastated and confused. "What do you mean you're gay? You fell in love with a guy the second you met him!"
Anna rolled her eyes at the big blonde. "I know that, but I've fallen in love with someone else. Someone I've always loved."
"Who is it?"
"That's not important, now is it?"
"Yes it IS important because I want to find out who stole you from m-"
"From whom?"
Kristoff looked away. "From me. I wanna know who's worthy of my best friend." He turned back around, a fake smile on him face.
"Well, she's tall. She has gorgeous hair, and they prettiest eyes!"
Kristoff tried to think of any girl worthy of Anna. No one came up, but the girl she described sounded alot like Elsa.
"She knows I love her. I know she loves me back. We've spent countless hours in each other's beds cuddling and kissing and making l-"
"Stop. Ew." Kristoff interrupted, shaking the thought out of his head.
Anna blushed. "Actually I'm supposed to be meeting her about now. I have to go."
Kristoff jumped at the opportunity to meet this mystery girl. "I'll walk you,"
"No it's fine. I don't think she wants anyone to know."
"Why not? Is she ashamed of you?"
"Not at all, it's just that we aren't ready to tell anyone. It's kind of a scandal."
Kristoff rolled his eyes but accepted Anna's excuse. "Okay. Go ahead. Have fun."
Anna skipped away and to the meeting place.
Kristoff sat for a while, defeated and curious. He really wanted to know who this girl was. His first intention was to follow her, but he hesitated. Anna would never do something like that to her. Would she?
He shook it off then walked to the castle looking for maybe Olaf or just someone to talk to.
When he got to the corridor with the bedrooms, no one was to be found.
"Hello?!" Kristoff called. No reply.
Faintly in the distance he heard giggles and moans. Before he could think he was tip-toeing towards the sound.
He got to Anna's bedroom, where the noises were coming from, and saw that the door was cracked open.
He peeked in, seeing the back of Anna's head and a pale white hand on her butt.
"Oh." he whispered. "Nothing to see here."
When Anna moved her head to kiss the girl's neck, he saw her.
Elsa.
Anna and Elsa.
Making out.
He was mortified; Frozen if you will.
Elsa's eyes cracked open and saw an eye in the door. "Wait, baby. I think we have a peeper."
Anna stopped, walked to the door, and Kristoff sprinted down the hall as fast as his legs would take him.
Kristoff never talked about what he saw to anyone.
Elsa and Anna never knew it was Kristoff.
They continued to love each other in private and no one bothered them.
Kristoff couldn't look at either of the girls the same, but he hid it well.
After all, it was a scandal.