Hey All! Just a few necessary notes on the fanfic: This happens about 5 years after the movie and Hans has invaded before in minor ways. Also, the firsts persons change every chapter or so, so you will have to think a little. If you need help just comment (in a nice way of course).
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! Frozen was made by Disney animation and this is just a work of pure fandom!
Anyway, without further adieu, I present: Just a Maid.
Enjoy! :)
The terrifying events of the Duke of Weaselton and Prince Hans' invasion of Arendelle still haunted me. I had mostly gotten over it except for one thing, Anna. She was murdered by those thieving scoundrels in an attempt to over throw the kingdom of Arendelle. Luckily they did not prevail to overthrow, thanks to our strong forces, yet all of Arendelle hasn't been the same with out the one who saved Arendelle. I remember Elsa fighting for her life with her icy powers just so the soldiers couldn't go past the chamber wall. We mourned for several months until we finally decided even though Anna's death was controversial, we must go on.
I have been lonely and trying to live my life alone as the Official Ice Master and Deliverer and still going on but it hasn't been the same as it was with Anna. Her fiery spirit caused even the gloomiest day to be the brightest one. I really need help. I need a wife again. Elsa is pretty and royalty but she isn't really my type. Someone like Anna, deep in character and great to be around.
The ice deliveries had been all made and I wanted to report it to Queen Elsa. Along the way someone caught my eye, a simple maid mopping the floor. This wasn't strange to see maids littered around the palace doing their daily chores but this one was different. Her eyes were so deep and blue I almost got lost in them. Those eyes. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun with golden strands of hair jumping out and supporting the beautiful swirl of hair was a tarnished blue ribbon that was tied in a bow at the top. She wore a simple green frock like the other maids yet wore it like a gown that royalty wears. Her complexion was fooling. She looked like she wore makeup all the time yet her face showed her real beauty no frauds. Joy spread all throughout her work as she hummed a bit with a voice like silver.
We both heard footsteps coming from the doorway adjacent to where the young girl was working and I immediately snapped out of my trance as she sprung up.
Elsa walked through the door. Yes, exactly what I needed. Until she beat me to it.
"Your Majesty Queen Elsa, I have finished cleaning the parlor, the west halls, east halls, kitchen and well this hall almost, malady,"
Wow this girl is a cleaning machine! How does she get all of it done? This makes my ice business look like a child's playtime.
"Perfect, thank you, after this you can be done," Elsa smiled at the diligent maid with one mop in a hand and a bucket of water in the other.
"Thank you, malady,"
The maid continued working mopping the floor anxiously awaiting her well deserved break.
"Uh, Queen Elsa, all the ice has been delivered and we are done," I reported scratching the back of my neck with my hand.
"Perfect, I guess you both get well deserved ends of the day, hmm?" Elsa laughed at her humor.
"Yes, malady," I smiled with her.
She waved and glided with her handmade ice cape out of the room. I still couldn't figure out how she can make clothes out of ice!
The maid had already by then scaled the whole hall and looked relived as she spun around to meet my eyes. I blushed a little wondering if she knew I was watching her.
Faster than you could say 'hello' the girl dipped down in a curtesy and exclaimed "Sir Kristoff!"
Now everyone is calling me sir? I must be pretty important.
"It's ok, you can just call me Kristoff. No need for the sir thing,"
"Oh, ok, um, Kristoff," she looked around her shoulders and finished with an uneasy "Sir."
Picking up the rusty pail of dirty water and the wooden soaking mop, careful not to drip or spill, she marched through the door where Elsa had entered. I decided to follow her, maybe I could squeeze in a conversation or two.
As she was walking across the grand parlor, two nobles, mischievous in look and lazily leaning against two columns supporting a balcony above, chuckled and exchanged mischievous grins as one thrust their foot out in the middle of the maid's path. Completely oblivious of their maniacal plan to trip the girl, she kept observing the glorious hall and walked along. I had to do something to save her. I rushed up to her as she was too close for comfort to the foot dangling to trip her. Too late to warn her, my wits had another plan of their own. As she fell, I thrust my arm to stop her fall and she landed gracefully on her knees. Looking up, she had blushed a little from embarrassment and I breathed "Are you ok?" out of concern. She slightly nodded with a look of confusion, surprise, thanks, and hurt all mixed together as I smiled and I turned around with a tense dark expression to the two immature nobles roaring with laughter.
"Hey!" I barked as they still kept on roaring with laughter. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size!"
"Who, you?!" They mocked and scoffed as they elbowed each other.
"Yeah!" I replied defiantly glaring at them. "But, I don't think Queen Elsa would like you picking on Official Ice Master and Deliverer," I leaned in closer and whispered, "You might as well be frozen,"
Being frozen was the new way to deal with abridgers of the law. It consisted of a violent snowstorm caused by none other than Elsa and a minor but still freezing avalanche of snow.
Upon hearing this news, the two nobles stood up tense, apologized profusely and ran away.
"That'll teach them, hm!" I stood proud of my work. Looking down, I saw the maid trembling as I reached a hand to lift her petite one and asked " Are you ok? Did you spill anything?"
"Yes and no," she breathed.
"Yes you are doing ok? And no you didn't spill anything?" I asked with a suspicious tone.
She nodded as she picked up the rusty pail of water and the mop.
Resisting to let her take the heavy looking pail and the rustic mop as a burden on her, I politely stated "Here, I can take the pail," and lifted the heavy burden.
She smiled brightly and we walked toward the servants' quarters.
"So, first of all, where are we going? And second what's your name?" I asked.
"Well, the mop goes to the closet and the pail goes to the wash room. As for my name, it's Jane,"
"Nice name, mine's Kristoff, but you knew that already," I laughed
"I guess so!" She laughed as well.
"So where are you from?"
"Arendelle actually. My parents died in the Weaselton-Hans invasion so I guess I had to go on. Luckily they let me in and I have lived here ever since,"
"Hmm, pretty interesting. Not the parents death thing part, the other-ahh forget it," I bumbled as I started to blush again and she giggled a sweet laugh of honey.
"It's alright, I understand what you were saying," she smiled as she pointed the way toward the washroom.
As we journeyed from floor to floor delivering the unneeded supplies, we talked about a plethora of topics. From childhood memories to life in the castle, I hardly could tell if she was royalty or not. I told her about Sven and she told me about her family. Then she asked about mine.
"Well, you see, I, uh, was raised by, um, trolls,"
"Was the orphanage that bad?! I heard that they are like torture to children,"
"No, no, real rock trolls. Yeah, my family is pretty weird,"
"Oh that's so sweet! My father was raised by trolls! Or was he just pulling my leg? He said that's how he got his strength"-she flexed her arms-"and dashingness? Is that even a word?"
"Hm, I don't know. It might be!"
We both laughed and continued on our way to who knows where as we talked about more topics than I could count. We laughed till we cried and she showed me some of her favorite places in the kingdom.
"When I was a child my grandfather on my mother's side worked as the official caretaker of the garden. I always after school came here to help my grandfather and he in return helped me in school! Ever since my grandfather died, I liked to come here whenever I felt lonely and heartbroken. It's like all my best friends were right here! When Lucinda was too busy, this was my favorite place,"
"Were you ever lonely?" I asked her.
"Yes, whenever the master scolded me for one little detail and no one ever stood up for me like you did and those nobles always made fun of me! Lucinda was the only one who actually cares for me!" Jane explained to me sorrowfully.
"Who is Lucinda?"
"My roommate and best friend ever! She and I have been friends ever since we were little. Who's your best friend?"
"Sven and Anna, or at least she used to be,"
"What do you mean? Who's Sven and Anna?"
"Sven's a reindeer and Anna's, well, dead," this was the first time in forever since I talked about her.
"Oh no! I am so sorry! I really am," she apologized profusely. "So how did she die if you mind me asking? Wait! You mean Princess Anna!"
"Yes, I do. She died the same way your parents did,"
"I am sorry," she breathed as a guard came up and interrupted our solemn moment.
"Sir Kristoff! The Queen summons you,"
"Oh, I'd guess I'd better go. Nice meeting you!"
"And you too!" She replied as she looked at the guard who gave her a glare and Jane immediately said, "Sir Kristoff," correcting herself as she hesitated and blushed.
As the guard left, I tossed her the bag of my pay for the day and told her, "Why don't you buy yourself a little something! Like a dress perhaps? The ball is coming up sooner than you think!"
As she caught the bag, she stared helpless in my face and replied as I turned away,"But-but Sir Kristoff! I can't!"
"But of course you can! You already did!" I smiled at my joke.
Astounded, she grew a smile an "Thank you, Sir Kristoff,"
I turned around and headed toward the throne room, looking over my shoulder and watched her as she delightedly scurried, dancing all the way.
And I smiled. Never had I felt this much joy since Anna was alive