FROST
Chapter 1: The Horse Race
The light of dawn sprang forth from a darkling sky, the sun illuminating the world all-around and glittering atop the gathered waters. The grassy plains of Arendelle were glazed with dew, sparkling in the morning glow. Winter's frost had vanished and thawed into spring, the weak daylight growing stronger by the passing days. In the shade of a leafy forest, two little sparrows flitted coquettishly around spindly branches and up into the open, spacious skies. Swooping down rugged, steep cliffs they rose over the fjord and perched on a windowsill of Arendelle's castle. The chirping songbirds peered through the glass window, and saw a young woman who was lost and oblivious to everything in her deep slumber.
The lass heard a knock at the door. "Anna, time to get up," came a familiar voice, "I know it's early, but we can't be late!" "For what?" Anna groaned. She heard the voice again, recognizing that the voice belonged to none other than her sister Elsa, "The first horse race is today, remember? Guess who's going to be there?" Anna rubbed her weary eyes, "Who?" "Kristoff!" Elsa said, reminding her. "Oh!" Anna fully opened her eyes, throwing off the covers and hastily followed through with her morning routine. There outside of Anna's door, Elsa waited patiently for her arrival. Anna then stepped past the threshold from her bedroom door, smiling brightly in a soft, buttercup yellow dress with a black, satin bow around the waistline. Her auburn hair was straightened, and she wore a wide-brimmed hat laced around with pink ribbon. "How do I look?" Anna asked her sister. "Cute," Elsa smiled. "You look lovely yourself," Anna beamed at her. Elsa wore an ivory white dress with ornate, muted gold and flowery bronze patterns. The gown hugged her hourglass figure, and her hair was interwoven into a thick braid.
"You might want to put a sweater over that," Elsa advised her, "It's not too cold, but it's still a little bit chilly. I figured you might not want that." "Oh, alright, in that case I'd better go get something," she ran to her closet, and Elsa stepped past the threshold of her bedroom following Anna to her wardrobe. "How about… this?" Anna held a white sweater against her chest, and Elsa said, "That will do." "Perfect!" Anna smiled. "Are you ready for the race?" Elsa asked her. "Yeah!" Anna grinned, and then asked, "I wouldn't want to keep Kristoff waiting, is he already there?" "I believe he is. The racers need to arrive early for practice," Elsa said. "You mean he's in the race?" Anna asked, looking confused for a moment, "Since when did Kristoff have a horse? Oh yeah, that's right! He asked if he could race with Sven! You mean you actually agreed to that?" "Yeah… it took a bit of convincing. The idea struck me as odd, but he's determined to prove that Sven can outrun all the horses at the race," Elsa explained, "So, I agreed to the idea." "It doesn't seem like you to agree to that," Anna said, "Although, I suppose you weren't completely against it, right?" "No," Elsa smiled. "Do you think Sven is really faster than all the horses?" Anna asked, curious to see whether her sister was skeptical or not. "I don't know," Elsa told her, "But we'll have to see what happens, won't we?"
The young ladies walked out into the stone courtyard of the castle, and there they were escorted into a carriage coach. The coachman cracked his whip off to the side of the horse's head, and the horse began trotting away through the open gates of the castle and down the bridge that ran over the moat. Anna peered out the open window, watching the world set into motion as the coachman headed into the town that was outside of the castle. "Oh! This is so exciting!" Anna squealed with delight, "I can't wait to see Kristoff! And the race, of course, I mean we are going to see him compete after all. Can't forget that, right?" She exhaled with a smile on her face; a look of dreaminess filled her eyes. "You're not as interested in the race, are you?" Elsa raised an eyebrow at her sister. "What? No! Of course I am! Races are exciting! They're all about watching people or animals go really fast around a track… I just hope Kristoff wins, but if he doesn't then at least he would have given it his best shot," Anna babbled on.
They entered the bustling town, seeing civilians walking to and fro from place to place, going in and out of shops or taking a moment to speak to one another on a street corner. Dogs frolicked with children and startled stray chickens, merchants conversed with the common folk, and farmers sold fruits and vegetables at the market place. Anna heard some of the townspeople talking to one another. "There's going to be fireworks tonight! Are you coming to see them?" a woman asked, and a man said, "Sure! Why not? I've got plenty of time on my hands!" An advertiser went around announcing, "Come one and all to the Arts Festival! It's only two weeks away!" Another one said, "Come join us for a play in the town square! It's this upcoming weekend! Get your tickets before time runs out!" Anna noticed a crowd of people gathered around a jester juggling flaming sticks while balancing on a unicycle, making contorted faces at the children to make them laugh. "Whoa! How is he doing that?" a girl asked, and a boy who looked to be her brother said, "That's so cool! I want to do that!" A woman told the boy, "Not if I'm still alive, you're not! The man is crazy!" "Oh, mom! Quit being that way, he's just here to entertain us!" the boy said back at her.
"Wow, it looks like there's a lot to do in town," Anna commented after observing everyone. "There certainly is," Elsa said. "Oh, thank goodness for spring! There's almost nothing to do during the winter," Anna smiled, but then saw that Elsa wasn't amused, "I mean… well, I mean there's not as much to do, for most people anyways. Do you get what I'm saying?" "Sure," Elsa nodded, "That makes sense." "Everything smells so good, doesn't it?" Anna asked Elsa. "It smells… fresh," Elsa said pondering for a moment to find the right word. "I smell baked bread, pie, freshly picked vegetables from someone's garden… oh, and flowers!" Anna closed her eyes; a look of enchantment came across her face as she deeply inhaled the air. "Do you have a favorite flower, Elsa?" she asked. "Hmm… I don't really know if I have one," Elsa said. "Perhaps you will someday!" Anna said beaming at her. "Maybe," Elsa smiled back.
The carriage coach arrived at the outside of the racing arena, and the horse came to a halt at the tight pull of its reins. A man opened the door of the carriage, and helped the queen step down graciously to the ground. He held his hand out for Anna; however when taking hold of his hand, she stumbled forward and nearly fell out of the coach. "Whoa! Glad I caught myself," Anna said with a small laugh, and she stepped down. Elsa began walking, but then was stopped by an elderly woman, "Queen Elsa!" "Oh! Hello, how are you?" Elsa asked her, and the old woman said, "I'm doing wonderful, my dear! Good as ever! I haven't seen you lately at the nursing home, have things gotten busy for you?" "Yes, I have been a bit busy," Elsa told her. "Oh, well I hope you enjoy yourself now that some weight is off your shoulders! You should come by and visit me soon when you can! Alright, dear?" the lady said with a warm smile. "Alright," Elsa answered back. "Well, have a good day, dear!" the old woman waved at her, and Elsa said, "You, too."
"Boy, Elsa, everyone's been asking so much of you!" Anna said, catching up to her. "There's a lot to do at this time," Elsa told her. "So, where do we go from here?" Anna asked, and Elsa replied, "Follow me." They walked near the starting gate, seeing the horses being prepared by their riders and waiting with anxious or impatient looks on their faces. Off in the distance, the young ladies saw Kristoff and Sven. "Oh! It's Kristoff!" Anna squeaked, and she waved eagerly at him. He waved back, and appeared to be eating something. She rushed towards him with Elsa trailing behind her, "Kristoff, Kristoff! Are you ready for the big race?" He didn't answer because his mouth was full of food and his lips were white. Anna noticed a jar in his hand, and after studying it, she saw that it was a mayo jar. Her face twisted in disgust, "Kristoff, what is that?" Kristoff ignored her by scooping another spoonful in his mouth. "Ew! You're scooping mayonnaise out of a jar and eating it for breakfast?" Anna asked him. "It's pudding," Kristoff said after swallowing. "Pudding?" Anna asked, looking uncertain.
"Yeah, here, smell it," Kristoff said, sticking it in her face. "I don't want to smell it! Get that away from my nose!" Anna snapped back at him repulsively. "Just sniff it, it won't kill you," Kristoff said. Anna did so with reluctance, then her face relaxed, "Oh… it is pudding! Well, that had me fooled." Elsa approached them, greeting Kristoff, "Hello Kristoff, are you ready for the race today?" When looking at Kristoff, she widened her eyes, "Is that…" "What?" Kristoff asked in response to her staring. "Nevermind," Elsa said, veiling her look of contempt. "It's pudding," Anna said to her sister, "So he says." "Oh, didn't realize that," Elsa whispered to Anna, though she looked a bit puzzled, "If he's really eating pudding, then why is he eating it out of a mayo jar?" "What? I had to use a leftover container for something! I didn't just want to throw it away!" Kristoff said defensively, eavesdropping on Elsa. "Oh, well… alright," Elsa replied, looking embarrassed, "Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."
"Hey! Elsa! Anna! Is that you over there?" came a voice, and Elsa and Anna turned around. It was Olaf tottering over with a snow flurry hovering over his head. He waved at them, "Hi guys! How is everyone on this bright and beautiful morning?" "Good," Elsa said, and Anna replied, "Great!" "Awesome! Love to hear it!" Olaf smiled, and then looked at Kristoff, "Uh… what is that? Is that tartar sauce or something?" Elsa and Anna started laughing. "It's vanilla pudding," Kristoff said irritably, but Olaf ignored him, "Sven!" He rushed over to hug him, and Sven brayed loudly with glee like a donkey. "Oh, hey buddy! I'm so glad to see you!" Olaf embraced Sven's face, and Sven attempted to chomp off his carrot nose. "Now, Sven! This carrot is mine, do you understand?" Olaf shook a finger at him, "Every snowman needs a carrot nose! Have some respect!" "Come on Anna, the race is about to start," Elsa said, eyeing the clock tower that overlooked the arena. "Oh, alright. Good luck Kristoff! I'm rooting for you!" Anna said, and kissed Kristoff on the cheek. She talked to Elsa as they walked away, "Ahahaha, I'll always remember that! Who knew pudding could be something to laugh about?" "How is pudding funny?" Olaf asked, "I don't get it…"
"Mount your horses!" a man shouted. Everyone obeyed him. "Or reindeer," Kristoff said, rolling his eyes, "Alright, Sven, we've been working long and hard for this. So let's give it our best out there!" Two mares on Sven's right exchanged appalled looks and mocking expressions when gazing at him. Sven smiled and batted his eyelashes at them, but the mares looked aghast and twisted their faces in disgust, and both stuck their noses high in the air. Kristoff looked at the two men mounted on their horses, and they too stuck their noses high in the air. Sven grunted, looking offended. "Just ignore them, Sven. We don't need them distracting you from the one thing we have to focus on, and that's the end goal," Kristoff said advising his reindeer. Sven spoke, nodding in agreement. Lucy, the horse closest to Sven, lashed her tail like a whip at Sven, and Sven retorted back angrily after being slapped. The other mare named Bonnie laughed riotously in her horse-like fit of giggles. Lucy joined in, as did the two riders.
"Hey, quit being discriminatory towards my reindeer, you pompous pony riders!" Kristoff said rebuking them. "Dear me, this uncultured young man has thought to bring a reindeer into a horse race!" mocked a lean, tall man named Charles, his face slightly old with age and his brown, handlebar mustache protruding on it. "How peculiar, and to think the queen would allow this?" the other man named George asked, his hair and thick whiskers gray. "That is strange; I thought she would have more sense than that!" Charles said contemptuously. Kristoff interjected, "The queen is a close companion of mine, as is the princess." "You?" Charles raised his bushy brows disbelievingly, and both men scoffed at him. Kristoff snapped back at them defensively, "It's true! Why don't you believe me? I'm the royal ice deliverer!" Charles's face knotted in disgust and disbelief, "A royal ice deliverer? Is that even a thing?" "Who would believe that you're a royal anything?" George asked haughtily, "You look to be from a humble background and could not possibly associate with the royal family! Oh, and another thing, don't get your hopes too high on winning! It's rather unrealistic to believe such a thing when competing against pure-blooded thoroughbreds that have topped many of the Third Crown races in Arendelle, and in other kingdoms as well, mind you. Charles and I have two of the finest mares ever to exist in the history of horse racing! Isn't that right, old chap?" "Indeed," Charles sneered. "Head up, lass! We've got to remain mentally alert if we are to win this race!" George said to his horse, and she snorted in response in a dignified manner. "Posers…" Kristoff lowered his voice, then spoke to Sven, "I can't stand horse snobs, or snobs in general for that matter." Sven brayed as if agreeing with him.
Elsa and Anna walked across a platform after climbing a set of stairs, and they turned to face the throng. Anna twitched a bit nervously in front of the crowd, observing the sheer size of it. Everyone's attention turned to the queen, and upon seeing her regal poise they fell silent. "Ladies and gentlemen," Elsa announced in a loud voice, "Welcome to the Triple Crowns Thoroughbred Race of Arendelle, this is the first race out of the three and today the winner will be holding the Bronze Cup, and the following races will be the Silver and Gold Cup. I congratulate those who have made their way into the race and have worked very hard to become involved in this event, and I wish all of the racers the best of luck. As for everyone, I thank you all for coming." Anna heard a couple of spectators whispering to one another, one saying, "Is that a reindeer on the racing track?" Another one said, "Why… I believe it is." "Stop talking!" Anna whispered harshly at them, and then Elsa stopped speaking to look at her sister. Elsa glared at her, and Anna whispered, "Oh, sorry!" Elsa looked embarrassed, and then cleared her throat, trying to appear confident again, "Let the race begin!" The crowd roared with excitement, and a gun was held high in the air and a bullet rang out of it, the gates opened and the racers immediately began sprinting across the track. "And they're off! The racers have started off at the speed of about twenty-five miles an hour and will be gradually increasing their speed as the race progresses," another announcer said, enunciating his voice through a bullhorn with a hollow, wide opening.
"There's Kristoff!" Anna said pointing, "Uh, Elsa, how long is this race?" "It's ten furlongs," Elsa said apathetically. "What's a furlong?" Anna asked her, and Elsa replied, "An eighth of a mile." "Oh ok, so how much is ten?" Anna questioned her inquisitively, and Elsa explained, "They have to run a little over a mile to finish the race." "Oh, ok! Gotcha. Just a mile?" Anna asked, and Elsa nodded. "Huh… I would have thought it was longer than that," she said. Elsa turned away from the crowd, seeing that their eyes were glued to the race track, "Anna, can I speak to you for a moment?" "Yeah, sure!" Anna beamed at her, and Elsa gently grabbed hold of her wrist and disappeared off the platform, speaking firmly to her, "Do not ever embarrass me like that in front of everyone again. There are a lot of people here, do you understand me?" "Well, it's no different than your coronation day," Anna made comment. "Anna," Elsa replied irritably, placing a hand over her face. "What? That's what sisters are for!" Anna told her. "Please! You have a habit of doing that, and it needs to stop! I've had enough of you making a fool out of me in front of thousands of people I don't know!" Elsa reproached her, and she pleaded, "Don't make it any worse than it needs to be! Now, if you feel the need to talk, don't do it while I'm making important announcements! Just go someplace where people can't see or hear you!" "Okay, fine, I won't," Anna said.
They turned to hear the announcer speak, "The horses are traveling up to speeds of fifty miles an hour! And the reindeer seems to be keeping up pretty well with the rest of them." "Would you look at that?" Anna said, tugging on Elsa's arm, "It looks like Sven is going to be coming out on top!" "We'll see," Elsa said, "The race has only just gotten started." They watched the horses sprint at high speeds, curving around the bend of the track, hooves thundering on the dirt paths. Sven and Kristoff were ahead, however they were behind two other racers to his right. "Oh, come on, come on!" Anna said, crossing her fingers, looking tense.
"Run faster, Sven!" Kristoff yelled over the clamor of the hammering feet of the horses. Sven pushed forward, and with increased speed his breathing grew harsh. Kristoff peered away from his shoulder, noticing glares of smoldering intensity from the two riders on the right side of him. Charles smirked when he drew near and jerked his horse into Sven, readily bouncing off of him after hitting him. Sven cried out, wearing a startled look on his face. Kristoff's eyes widened, then furrowed his brow with anger, "Stop! Are you trying to kill me?" Charles harassed him, "If you don't want to get hurt, then give up!" "I didn't think this would get dangerous!" Kristoff mumbled to himself, but then spoke encouragingly to Sven, "Don't give up now! We're already getting close!" George smiled darkly, and then slowed down a bit to go behind Charles and sneak up on Kristoff's blind side. He kicked his horse, yelling, "Bite him!" The horse opened her mouth, and began biting at Sven's tail. Sven howled in pain, then looking behind him he saw the horse trying to snap at him and panicked. "That's my girl!" George said smiling proudly. "Oh, geez! Numbers seven and eight are ganging up on number six! This is starting to look like an intense match!" the announcer's voice boomed over the crowd. "Whoa, whoa buddy! Hang on, just run faster!" Kristoff yelled, trying to direct him.
Anna sat watching, looking horrified, "Elsa, what do we do? They're cheating, aren't they? They could knock off Kristoff and even kill him if he gets trampled down!" Elsa spectated the race track, and pondered for a short time, "Wait a moment, I'll talk to one of the guards." She spotted one of the guards standing rigidly in his uniform, then walked over to him, "Excuse me, may I talk to you for a minute?" "Yes my lady, what is it?" the guard asked. "I need you to find Kai, and bring him to me immediately," she said, "That's an order." "As you wish, your Majesty," the guard bowed, and then disappeared momentarily. He returned, then reported back, "Queen Elsa, Kai wishes to speak to you. Please follow me." Elsa trailed behind him, and then saw Kai turning to face her, "My queen, I see that you are greatly concerned for one of the racers as two others are putting his life in danger." "Can we stop the race?" Elsa asked. "I'm afraid not, and the racers are close to approaching the finish line. However, there is the option of disqualification," Kai told her. "Then do that. I don't care how capable these racers are, they should not be involved in competing anymore from this point on," Elsa said. "If that is what you wish, then I will remove them permanently," Kai nodded approvingly.
Charles shoved his horse into Sven, keeling Kristoff off balance. He clung to him, and Sven cried seeing him hang on desperately. "Kristoff!" Anna jumped out of her seat, and Olaf joined her, "Kristoff!" Sven brayed nervously, attempting to slow down, but Kristoff shouted while holding on, "Don't worry about me, Sven! Just keep going!" George snickered after getting ahead of Kristoff, racing alongside of his friend, "I think we'll lose him in no time! Now, let's see who's the better man at this old sport, shall we?" "Oh, so that's the way you want it to be?" Charles twisted his face angrily. "Charles, let's face it, I am the better racer!" George said, challenging him. "No, I am!" said Charles, but George retorted back, "No, I am!" Kristoff pulled himself up, remounting Sven. He spurred him, "Come on, Sven! Don't let them get way ahead of us!" Charles defied his companion, "I am the better horse racer, not you!" "Rubbish! You will never be as good as me! I've won nine gold cups, twelve silver, and sixteen bronze! You, on the other hand, have only won seven gold cups aside from your other rewards!" George scolded at him.
With a pained expression, Kristoff surpassed them. "What on Earth?" Charles said with a bewildered look, "It's him! Don't let him get away! We've got to get that man behind us!" George spat furiously at him, "I blame you for distracting me from beating you and everyone else, you bloody scoundrel!" "Come on, come on!" Kristoff scrunched his face. Sven dug his hooves harder into the ground, as much as the sinews in his limbs hurt. "Kristoff… please be safe," Anna said uneasily. Olaf looked worriedly at her, then back at the race track, "Oh, I can't look!" "Almost there, Sven," Kristoff said reassuringly. "I don't think so!" Charles shoved into him, and Sven cried as he panted. "Lay off!" Kristoff hollered. "Don't say that we didn't warn you about these horses!" George said tauntingly, "Soon enough they'll leave your mangy, horned animal lying in the dirt!" Sven wheezed, and Charles's horse approached aggressively from behind. Sven cocked his head to the side, and his large crown of antlers spooked the horse, causing her to veer wildly off to the side. The horse next to her slid on her hooves, crying out frantically. The men mounted on top of them attempted to coax them, but they were thrown violently off their saddles and landed roughly on the track. One mare ran aimlessly while the other reared on her haunches and neighed in frenzy. They looked up, seeing the other horses fly past them in their lanes, and Kristoff crossed the finish line.
The throng roared wildly with excitement. "KRISTOFF!" Anna shouted on the top of her lungs, lifting Olaf off the ground and squeezing him tightly, "Oh, yes! Kristoff won!" She dropped him down, oblivious to him falling on the ground, "Whoo-hoo!" "He did it?" Olaf asked, rubbing the spot on his head from where he fell. "Yes! Yes, he did it! He did it, he did it! I have to go and talk to him!" Anna jumped spiritedly, and then ran in a hurry leaving Olaf behind. "Anna, where are you going?" Olaf asked, but then called after her, "Hey, wait up!"
"What in the name was all of that?" George asked furiously, his once clean appearance tainted and soiled with dry patches of dirt. "Good heavens, we've lost! Ugh! What a catastrophe!" Charles coughed as the other racers passed by, kicking up clouds of dust into the air, "Usually either of us wins… oh! How humiliating! We've lost to a commoner, and he was mounted on… on a reindeer! Never in my life did I think a reindeer could outrun a thoroughbred horse! He cheated! He cheated, I swear he did!" "We must find the queen, and speak to her! This is an absolute disgrace to have lost to someone such as this!" George said, walking over the finish line. "Looking for someone?" Kai asked, appearing in front of them. "You, sir! We'd like to speak to the queen and ask why such a filthy, hairy creature participated alongside of us in this event! I demand a rematch! That young man got lucky out there, it was pure, sheer luck!" George screamed at him. Charles scolded him, "That's not really true, now, is it George? You were quarreling with me, and that made our horses slow down! And not to mention, those antlers! They blocked my horse's view!" "Why does it matter? If given the second chance without the reindeer, we would be much better off!" George argued. "I will grant neither of you an opportunity for a rematch, or for any more racing for that matter," Kai said, looking sternly at them. "What?" Charles gaped at him. "Why, that's preposterous!" George spat in an outrage. "I've received a message from the queen. She orders both of you to be disqualified from competing in a Triple Crowns race, and for jeopardizing a man's life you have officially ended your careers in equestrian," Kai replied in a composed manner, despite their raving tempers. "But! But! We are the best racers in all of Arendelle! How could you allow us to lose to someone who rides a reindeer?" George stared, looking baffled. Kai raised an eyebrow at him, "Well, apparently you are no longer the best since you have just lost. And he won the race fair and square, there is no questioning it."
"And the winner is… number six! Kristoff and his reindeer, Sven!" the announcer said. Kristoff waved at the crowd, listlessly, and forced a smile. Sven languished underneath him, his breath coming in rasping gasps. The masses littered the racing arena with fresh, red roses, and people cheered and whistled, shouting his name. Kristoff dismounted Sven, and patted him on the back, "You did good. You won, buddy!" "Kristoff!" Anna hollered, and Kristoff turned around to see her running towards him. She slammed into him, embracing him, "Oh, Kristoff! Thank goodness you're alive! That race… it got so dangerous out there!" "Yeah," Kristoff pried her off, "I guess I didn't know what I'd be up against. But I've proved to everyone that a reindeer can run just as fast as a horse, if not faster! I'm tired of all those naysayers." "Well, I'm glad you did it!" Anna smiled, and then noticed Kristoff wipe his brow, "Do you need some water?" "Yes, some cold water would be nice," Kristoff said, then looked at Sven who was panting, "And I've got to get some water for Sven, he's worn out." "Oh, right," Anna said, then looked behind her, "Elsa! I need you over here!"
Elsa turned her attention towards Anna, and then walked towards her, "What is it, Anna?" "Could you make Kristoff a glass of water?" Anna asked her. "Wait, make?" Elsa looked puzzled. "Uh, I mean could you please make some ice? For Kristoff?" Anna requested. "Oh! Oh, right, I see what you mean," Elsa said, and then formed an ice goblet with a deep hollow and filled it with water. She handed it to Kristoff, "Here." "Thanks," Kristoff said taking it from her, greedily drinking from it. Sven looked at him, snorted, and then Kristoff stopped drinking, "Oh, right. I almost forgot buddy. Here, you can just eat this since it's made out of ice." He shoved it in Sven's mouth. "KRISTOFF!" Olaf's voice came, shouting with glee. He hugged his leg, "Kristoff, you're alive!" "Oh, hey Olaf," Kristoff said. "Anna and I, we were so worried about you, and Sven, too!" Olaf said, "But anyways, congratulations on winning the race!" "Yes, about the race," Elsa looked at Kristoff, "I think it's time to present our champion with his reward." Kristoff and Anna smiled. "Follow me," she said, turning away.
Kristoff followed Elsa onto the stage and faced the crowd. The arena clamored with shouts and screams, and Elsa silenced them with a gesture of her hand, "Thank you, everyone. Here we have our new champion of the Triple Crowns race! Kristoff of Arendelle, may I present you with the Bronze Cup!" Kai held the Bronze Cup, his hands on the handles, and it shone brilliantly in the sunlight. He handed it gently to Kristoff, and Kristoff felt its weight as he grasped hold of both handles. The crowd cheered for him madly, and Kristoff held the trophy by the stem and hoisted it up for all to see. He grinned from ear to ear, eager to have been holding the proof of his success. "Hurray for Kristoff!" Olaf cheered, and Anna happily clapped her hands for him. The crowd then began to clap their hands for Kristoff as well.