Sooo... Wassup! This is my first fanfic that I've written. Hopefully y'all will like it. If not... then you can let me know lol. But yeah anyways onto the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Frozen, not even the DVD :(

Chapter 1: Prologue

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

"Damn it. Time to get up already?"

Kristoff opened his eyes and glanced at his alarm clock: 6:30 a.m.

"Yup. Time to get up." he thought. He got out of bed, rubbing his sleep-filled eyes and went to the bathroom. After brushing his teeth and washing his face to get more awake, he went to put on a light grey Dri-Fit Nike sweatshirt with matching Nike basketball shorts. Making his way to the kitchen he was greeted by Sven, his German Shepard and best friend. "Hey buddy" he said sleepily. Sven wagged his tail and barked happily in response, jumping on his owner and licking his face.

"Okay! Okay! I'll give you your carrots! Now please get off!" laughed Kristoff. Sven soon got off and sat down next to his food bowl waiting for Kristoff to serve him. Sven had been given to him by his Aunt Bulda and Uncle Paul (who he called Grand Pabbie)after his junior year. When asked he why, they responded with "Your always alone and we thought 'why not?'". It was true. He never had friends in middle and high school. Never went to school dances (he almost went to prom but just for the food), barely associated with his teammates when he played for his high schools hockey team. He just went about his own business.

Giving Sven his bowl full of carrots and scratching him behind the ear briefly, Kristoff got his keys, earphones, and Galaxy S4 and made his way out the small apartment he rented. Putting on his earphones, he looked out the dark, early morning sky and broke out in a jog. Even though he had to work at his uncle's pizza shop later, Kristoff liked getting up early to workout a little. Jog/run from 7 until 7:50 or 8, and if he had the chance maybe hit the gym at 8:30 and end at about 9:15. Since it was early on the morning, the sidewalk wasn't as crowded with people as it usually was. "Well, Brooklyn has to be a little dead once in awhile" he thought as he gradually began to speed up. Looking at the sky he saw the sun beginning to rise, light kindling out from over the New York skyscrapers. Finishing his run, he made a left turn and ended in front of Starbucks. "I guess I could use a little pick-me-up" he said to himself walking in. Getting his usual cup of joe, he walked out and got a text from his uncle. It read: Sorry Kristoff, but we need you here now. Sighing, he responded "OK" before heading back to his apartment to change into his work clothes. Getting back, he quickly showered and changed into his uniform a black and red t-shirt that read "Grand Pabbie's Pizzeria" in big white letters in the front with a pair if old blue jeans and put on a hat that said the same as his work shirt. Taking the subway, he got there in less than 25 minutes and entered the pizza shop, getting hit with the aroma of freshly baked pizza dough and pepperoni.

"Kristoff! Over here!" shouted Grand Pabbie from across the pizzeria. Grand Pabbie was short, chubby man with light skin, a big nose and dark brown eyes. His graying blonde hair and wrinkled face showed off his experience and many years of working at the pizzeria. "Hey Grand Pabbie. So what's up? Why did I have to come in earlier?" he asked his uncle while clocking in and heading to the cash register. "Well my boy, Eugene called in sick. So I need you to run a double shift." Kristoff couldn't believe it. Today was supposed to be in easy day. Exercise a little, come here and work for a couple hours, then spend the rest of his day with Sven watching the NHL playoffs eating carrots. Instead he was stuck with 2 shifts. "Yeah sure. Whatever you need." he reluctantly said. Not like he had a choice anyways. If he attempted to protest, his uncle would just rant on about how he need to learn to be responsible, how there were gonna be times like this and blah, blah, blah. Besides, he was gonna end up doing it no matter what. "Atta boy. Today is supposed to be busy and your a much better worker than the other kid anyway" replied Grand Pabbie.

Taking his position he waited at the counter for the shop to open and the customers to come pushing and shoving their way in. "Great. Just peachy. This better be worth it."

Today was gonna be a long ass day.

Anna couldn't wait to leave. Since 7 this morning all she'd been doing was running over the same scene over and over and over again. It was already 1:30 in the afternoon! The director, Mr. Weaselton, just wasn't pleased with how she ran it. 'Too little emotion' or 'Anna, your going to fast' he even said 'Anna can't you be more like Elsa? Less clumsy and more elegant'. "Ughh. I just want to get over this scene! All I do is twirl, look at a guy like if he was cute and skip away" she hated the director so much right now. She wanted to go on to the next scene. But not Elsa. No, her sister was the definition of grace and elegance. She was perfect with everything she did. Hell, Elsa was actually encouraging the director. After yet another unsuccessful stint, Mr. Weaselton called for a 5 minute break. Anna walked backstage very discouraged about the whole thing. Elsa saw this and went over to her. "Anna, I know you can do this. Just take a deep breath and concentrate. Now go out there and finish this scene so we can go out for lunch" Elsa held her younger sister's shoulders and looked her in the eye trying to encourage her. "Ok, ok. I can do this. I can do this" she replied but mostly to herself than to Elsa.

"Anna! We need you on stage!" screamed the elderly director unenthusiastically, looking frustrated and tired and like he was about to give up.

Walking up the steps to the stage, Anna took a deep breath to calm her nerves and got in position. She waited for her cue as the Broadway music took place, filling the auditorium. Hearing her cue, she skipped onto the middle stage. Looking at her companion, she did a ballerina twirl, stopped, looked at him again, and smiled before skipping off again.

"YES! THANK GOD! FINALLY!" cried out Mr. Weaselton. It was no surprise he was ecstatic she finally did it the way he had wanted. She was happy too, not just because she wanted to finish this, but because she was getting quite hungry and during the break, she hadn't eaten anything. "Told you" Elsa said with a smirk, enveloping Anna in a hug. "Yeah. But it took foreverrr" she replied returning the hug. But she quickly broke away looking at her sister in the eyes.

"I'm kinda hungry though. Can we go eat?"

"Yeah. What are you in the mood for?" Elsa asked getting her purse.

"How about pizza? I heard that pizzeria in Brooklyn is pretty good" Anna replied getting her things as well. "What's it called? Grand Pabbie's pizzeria?"

"Yeah I heard it's popular. Well let's go" Elsa said waiting for her sister at the front door. "Hey Mr. Weaselton. We're taking our lunch break. We'll be back in a while" she called out to their director. He shook his hand, waving them to go on as he focused on the stage working on another scene with some newbies. They walked out laughing and talking about the long morning and Anna's scene. Maybe the day would start to go a little faster now that it was out of the way.

Well here's chapter 1. Sorry if it's slow, but I kinda wanted to introduce the characters, get on about what they do and whatever. In Chapter 2, I plan on getting more into the storyline. But to let y'all know I plan on updating this every 3 days or so. That being said it might be a little longer for now since I have about a month of school left. But we'll see what happens. Anyway, please review to let me know what you think. Follow and favorite if you want and think that this story is worth it. Till then peeps.