Split the ice apart
And break the frozen heart
The king and queen's tombstones stood high atop a grassy cliff at the edge of the forest. Surrounding it was a sea of black. One by one, people payed their respects. Women were sniffing, holding back tears, the men gave a short bow, and some children threw flowers. They all gave their royal highness a last glance of gratitude and hope before each going on their own way.
Kristoff and Sven were hiding under a tree's cover observing the whole ceremony. When the crowd started leaving, they both approached the graves. The grass felt like sacred ground and each unconsciously stepped lightly. As they did so, they heard a rustle in the bushes behind them. Sven grunted in fear and Kristoff brushed his coat to calm him down. Slowly, they both approached the source of the noise, Sven trailing behind Kristoff.
"Come out." Kristoff gently invited. "Don't be scared." He assumed the source was a friendly animal.
Leaves rustled once more and steps were heard getting increasingly faster and farther from the two. Kristoff rode Sven and ran after it until they heard a shrill cry. It's hurt, thought Kristoff. He told Sven to run faster towards the direction of the voice and there he found a young lady with silver hair down on the ground. Sven grunted and Kristoff agreed, "It's a she."
Kristoff never beheld someone like this lady. She had long platinum blonde hair elegantly tied up in a bun, some strands brushing her pale forehead. Her tall, slender figure was covered with a simple black dress and blue gloves. The left one was ripped and the lady's blood was slowly tainting that glove red. The lady looked at him, her blue eyes a mix of fear and anxiety. Kristoff could think of only one thing to compare her to. "She's like... ice.", he whispered.
He snapped out of his thoughts when Sven nudged him forward to help the lady. The lady moved back in response.
"Please don't be afraid. We won't hurt you.", Kristoff knelt down and the lady crossed her wrists over her chest in defense, putting her wound right in front of her.
"My name is Kristoff and this is my friend Sven.", he gestured to themselves with a smile. "We're here to help you."
Kristoff extended his hand to reach for the lady's injured arm. The moment they touched, the lady exclaimed "Stay away from me!" and then hurriedly looked at her hands, worried.
Cold as ice, thought Kristoff. He sighed and got up. "Well, if you don't want our help, I have no choice but to leave you here." He called Sven and walked away. Sven kept grunting, telling him that they shouldn't leave a helpless girl alone in the woods.
"What am I supposed to do Sven?", Kristoff complained. "She clearly doesn't want us there. She acts like I'm a hooligan or something!"
Sven continued to persuade Kristoff, making him guilty about what he had done. "Fine." Kristoff finally gave in with a grunt. "I'll try again. But if she screams at me, I would leave her there to be eaten by bears."
The two went back and saw the lady sitting down under a tree trying to tie her glove around her injured arm to no avail. She heard them approaching and she looked up. "Why are you here again?", she said with some irritation.
Kristoff gave Sven an I-told-you-so look but Sven just grunted and gave him a nudge. "Look here miss.", Kristoff began to explain.
"The name's Elsa.", she snapped. Kristoff was surprised to hear her introduce herself albeit quite rudely.
"Well Elsa", Kristoff continued carefully pronouncing Elsa's name. "I would gladly respect your need for privacy but my friend Sven here insists that I help you.", he glared back at Sven. Elsa looked at Sven and saw the reindeer smile though she personally didn't think reindeers could smile.
"I don't need help.", Elsa answered in a slightly lighter tone. "I can manage."
"See Sven? She doesn't need us.", Kristoff told his friend. Sven grunted and walked to Elsa, pointing to her glove with his mouth.
"Sven says I should help you tie that.", Kristoff translated.
"You speak reindeer?", Elsa replied incredulously.
"Will you let me help you or what.", Kristoff snapped. He approached Elsa, knelt down and got the glove in his hands before Elsa could utter 'Don't'. He gently laid down Elsa's arm and wrapped the glove around it.
"Your arm is cold and the bleeding has decreased. Did you put ice?", asked Kristoff.
Elsa did not expect to hear this observation but she simply replied, "Where do you think will I get ice in such a place?"
Kristoff shrugged his shoulders and said it didn't matter. He secured the glove with a knot. Elsa just watched him quietly as he did this and was surprised to see him stand up.
"Well that's that. We're leaving." Kristoff called Sven and they turned their back on Elsa, Sven looking back at her once more.
"Wait."
AN: This was short. I'm still undecided if I'll make this a oneshot or a multi-chaptered story. I've always liked Kristoff for Elsa, I don't know if a lot of people feel the same way haha, but I just had the urge to write this now. What do you guys think?