I loved, loved, loved Frozen! It was the best movie that Disney has done in a long time! I loved the characters, the plot, and the music, just all of it! I plan to do a series of stories for all the characters, but I noticed that in all the fan fiction so far Kristoff's adopted family seems to be overlooked. I decided to right this wrong posthaste. Hope that you enjoy and please leave suggestions! I have quite a few ideas but I'd always like to have a few more.
It was very cold that winter. Of course, most winters are cold in Arendelle, but this one was especially frigid. It was not weather a little boy should be out in, yet there was one. He was a small little boy, his blond hair unbrushed, and looked absolutely normal. Or he would have, had he not had a baby reindeer at his side. They were both covered in snow, and the little boy was starting to move a little slower, though his furred friend kept goading him on whenever he stopped moving.
He was alone this boy, his mother and father gone, having wasted away from a sickness the little boy knew nothing of. All he knew was that they weren't here anymore, and he was alone. All he had was the small reindeer Sven, who he had found not six months before, after a wolf attack left him too an orphan.
They had been walking a long time, the little boy had lost count of how many steps he'd taken. He didn't know where he was going, or what he would do when he got there. All he knew was that he needed warmth. An food. He'd do just about anything for something to eat. The last thing he'd eaten was the last few carrots his father had gotten for Sven before he had gotten sick. Luckily his friend had been kind enough to share, and loyal enough not to leave him when the food ran out.
Still, he knew that they had to find some food and get out of the cold soon, or he would have escaped his parents' illness for nothing. He was even starting to imagine things, because he swore off in the distance he saw a faint orange light…
But, as he got closer he realized that the light wasn't going away. In fact, it was getting larger and brighter. A fire! he thought, with a glee he hadn't felt in a long lime. "Hurry Sven!" he called to his reindeer and they quickly picked up speed towards the fire, hoping that they would be made warm.
The closer he got, he started to notice him. The loud, boisterous voices of men reached him first, as well as the strong smell of spilled beer. Once he got there he and Sven crouched behind some crates, the heat from the bonfire warming them already. Once he started to warm up though, the exhaustion from their journey started to set in and the two quickly feel asleep.
They were awoken by a rather loud, slightly tipsy man calling out to his friends. "Lookie 'er boys! I thinks I found me a little elf!"
"Oh come off it Rorik," the man's friends yelled back.
The man then grabbed the boy and Sven by the scruffs of their neck, and proceeded to drag them towards the firelight. "See, I told you!" he said, dropping them unceremoniously into the middle of the group.
The boy quickly got up and dusted off his clothes and stood up straighter in an effort to look bigger. "I'm not an elf!" he exclaimed, a little miffed at being dragged so rudely from his slumber.
The men laughed, and the one who grabbed him kneeled down to eye level with him. "Well then little one, if you're not an elf then what are you doing out here by yourself?"
The boy looked down self-consciously, half-heartedly kicking the snow wondering what he should tell the man. "I'm just looking for a place to stay for a bit, it's cold out," he muttered, barely loud enough for the man to hear.
The man, later known as Rorik, looked to his fellows who had significantly quieted since the boys arrival. He tried to think of how to handle the boy, but since he was still a bit drunk, he was having a little difficultly. After a moments though he replied "Well, you can stay here for a bit, and have a bit of the soup." The boys eyes lit up, and he jokingly added "but remember, you'll have to work for what you eat." He then winked at the boy to show that he was joking.
The boy however took the man's words seriously and he squared his shoulders and stuck out his hand. "Deal, but I'll also work extra so Sven can have some carrots to sir."
The man smiled a lopsided grin, but accepted the boys deal. If he wanted to stay here and work, then he could. It's not like he would eat that much anyway. They shook hands, and the little boy sat down with the other man, a bowl of soup in his hands and Sven off to his side knowing on a carrot.
The man soon joined him and took up his drink again, though as an afterthought he asked the boy a final question.
"Well little one, if you're going to stay here you'll need something we can call you. What's you're name?"
"I'm Kristoff."
Well I hope that you enjoyed the story so far, and I'll try and have the next chapter up soon. If you have any suggestions, please leave a review. :D Have a Merry Christmas!