Here's that new story I was talking about. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Frozen, it's characters, and everything related is owned by The Walt Disney Animation Studios.
Kristoff stood outside the ice castle admiring every little detail, from every curve to every edge. Ice was his life! Why couldn't he take a peek inside? Just because Anna needed a little space to talk to her sister? Pshh. Okay, that was being insensitive; even though he had almost no people skills, he knew barging in there while the sisters sorted things out would be completely wrong. But it was a castle made of ice! ICE!
While he was deciding what to do, he heard Olaf yell, "Sixty!" Kristoff then remembered that Olaf was counting a minute; Anna had said to wait for a minute and Olaf had taken it literally.
The little snowman ran towards the icy structure. "Wait, Olaf!" Kristoff called, but too late; Olaf was already inside. Kristoff sighed loudly, until an idea hit him. Maybe he could use the excuse of getting Olaf out to take a look inside. He looked at Sven, who was at the bottom of the icy staircase, as if asking him if that was a good excuse.
"Make sure to tell me how it looks!" Kristoff said in Sven's voice. He nodded and proceeded through the double doors.
When he entered, his heart skipped a beat and he caught his breath.
It was unlike anything he had ever seen before: A frozen fountain greeted him when he entered the structure. Not one, but two curved staircases came in from either side of the palace. Looking up at the ceiling, he saw the snowflake design covering its whole. It was absolutely beautiful. When he said he might cry, this time he meant it. Hell, he might die right now from his excitement! He began to walk again, smiling like an idiot while taking in every detail of the castle from the inside, from the designs on the ceiling to the distance between the doors to the stairs.
He was speechless and completely entranced, but was broken from his trance when he heard what sounded like an argument – but instead of hollering, they were... singing? He grew curious.
"What am I doing? I'm standing in an ice paradise and I'm wondering about what's going on between them?" he thought to himself. But his curiosity got the better of him, when he heard what sounded like a blizzard upstairs. Cautiously, he began creeping up the stairs; with every step he took, the chill increased. Finally, he saw what was happening. Anna and her sister were in the middle of a snow storm, arguing about going back to Arendelle – and it seemed like Elsa was really worried and ticked off. He began to worry; not for himself, but for Anna. He knew and felt like something bad was going to happen, and that he needed to get her out of there. But that's when it happened.
"I CAN'T!" Elsa screamed and she hurled a wave of ice in agitation. Without thinking, Kristoff sprinted towards Anna, yelling, "Anna, watch out!" He pushed her out of the way in time, but was not quick enough to dodge the blast himself.
"Ah!" Kristoff exclaimed in pain, holding on to his chest. It felt like his blood was freezing, running through his veins, and beginning to spread throughout his body. It was an extreme coldness that he had never experienced before, not even when he harvested ice on the coldest day of winter. Suddenly, it ceased, and his warmth returned.
"Kristoff!" Anna yelled, running with Olaf over to the fallen mountain man. His breath was coming in short little gasps of air. "Ar-are you okay?" Anna asked, concern written all over her face.
"Yeah. I'm fine," he breathed. "...I'm fine," he repeated getting off the ground.
"Who's this?" Elsa asked, completely stunned by the turn of events. A few seconds ago, it had been just her and Anna; now, some man was on the floor panting for air. He looked like he was... in a bit of pain. This was exactly why she had come up here in the first place: so she wouldn't hurt anyone. "Anna, you have to go," Elsa said quietly but firmly. Her little was sister was leaving whether she wanted to or not.
"No! I'm not leaving without you!" Anna insisted.
It hurt Elsa deeply that her sister had come here to get her, only to get thrown out. It also hurt to have to say this: "Yes, you are." She waved her hands and the ground began to rumble. Anna and Kristoff staggered back, almost losing their footing. From the ground arose a 50-foot-tall snowman that roared at them.
"I don't like this place anymore," Kristoff thought to himself in fear.
The next thing they knew, Anna, Olaf, and Kristoff were getting thrown out of the castle - literally thrown, like rag dolls. Kristoff stood up, rubbing his head, his brain feeling rattled. Anna got up, grabbed some snow, and formed a snowball, yelling at the 50 foot monster, "It is not nice to throw people!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy there, feisty pants. Hey, calm down. Just let the snowman be." Kristoff said grabbing her from behind trying to restrain her.
"But he-"
"He's leaving us alone."
"Fine. Fine."
"You calm? You good?"
"Yeah. I'm calm."
"Great." Kristoff sighed in relief. He let her go, confident that she was indeed fine. But turning his back on her was a huge mistake.
"Ahh!" Anna cried, throwing the snowball to the giant snow monster.
"Oh, c'mon!"
The snowball hit the snowman, a soft little plop. Kristoff hoped that it didn't feel it, but just like he was with Anna, he was wrong. The giant stopped in its tracks and looked at the spot where it was hit. It then turned around and roared loudly, deafening their ears. "See now you made him angry." Kristoff told Anna.
"I'll distract him. You guys go." Olaf said, waving his arms. Kristoff grabbed Anna's arm and began to run.
They kept running until Kristoff stopped them, yelling, "Look out!"
They almost fell down a cliff – a fall of 200 feet. It was a good thing Kristoff knew this place well, because if not, they would've been falling to their possible deaths. He quickly tied a rope around his and Anna's waist and began to dig a snow anchor. "Alright, Anna. On three, we jump."
"Okay."
Kristoff took a deep breath. He was not prepared for this, but it was something he had to do. ''One.'' he began to count. ''Two.'' right before he could count three Anna jumped over the cliff. "What the-" Kristoff felt himself falling down. He closed his eyes and expected to feel the 20 feet of snow hit him hard. But instead they had stopped in the middle of the air. No, correction. They were being lifted up. "Oh no. Please, God no." Kristoff pleaded. But his fear was confirmed when he opened his eyes. He was looking right at the 50-foot-snowman's face.
"No Marshmallow! No!'' it was Olaf. The little snowman took hold of the bigger one's leg. "This isn't making a difference is it?" Marshmallow, as Olaf had called him, kicked Olaf off his leg, sending the little guy down the cliff.
"Olaf!" Anna called.
"Hold on guys!" He responded while falling down.
Kristoff, though, kept his gaze on Marshmallow the whole time. "Uh…. Hi," Kristoff said, with a nervous chuckle.
"Don't come back!" yelled Marshmallow.
"No problem!" Kristoff said quickly, cutting the rope.
They began freefalling and screaming, with Kristoff silently praying for survival. When they hit the ground, it hurt much less than expected. But at the same time, the icy feeling Kristoff got when he'd been hit by Elsa's ice powers returned.
He sat up, and Olaf requested, "Could you get my butt for me?" Kristoff retrieved Olaf's bottom half and fixed him up. Anna was next to him, half her body buried under the snow.
"Here. Let me help you up." He pulled her out of the snow, but she kept yelping in pain. "Where are you hurt?" Kristoff asked in concern.
"My arm. I think I broke it." She responded, wincing in pain.
"Alright, I know where I should-"
"Your hair!" Anna exclaimed.
Kristoff gave her a quizzical look. "What about it?"
"It's white!"
"Well, we did just fall 200 feet onto snow. I mean, look at your-"
"No. I mean like-" Anna grabbed her braid and pointed to the streak of platinum blonde in it.
"Wait what? No way. You're hallucinat-" That's when he saw it. The hair that hung over his eyes had turned from blonde to white in a flash. His eyes widened to saucers. "What the hell? Does it look bad?" he asked wildly.
"Uh..." she paused, "no."
"You hesitated," Olaf called from behind them.
Kristoff shook his head. They'd deal with his hair changing later. Right now, Anna was more important. "Forget it, just come with me," he said as they went to find Sven.
As they walked toward a valley under the North Mountain, Kristoff grew nervous – really nervous.
"Alright. Anna, I don't want to scare you, but you're going to meet my family. They can be inappropriate, loud – very loud, actually – stubborn, over bearing, really heavy, but they mean well. They really-"
"Kristoff! It's okay. They sound wonderful." Anna said giving him a reassuring smile.
He sighed. He was still nervous, because he knew how his family was and introducing her to them was going to be a horrible experience for him. "We're almost there," he said to Anna, who nodded. She had been gripping her arm the whole way, so he knew that it was causing her a lot of pain. After a while, they got to a landing full of rocks.
"Okay, here's my family!" Kristoff said, walking over to the boulders. He started to greet and compliment them. Anna looked at him incredulously.
"He's craaazy!" Olaf whispered loudly to her. "Anna, because I love you, I insist you run." Olaf went over and began greeting the rocks as well. She stood there, her mind still trying to make sense of this. "Why aren't you running?" Olaf asked. Right then the ground started to rumble. The rocks were coming to life! They unrolled from balls into... trolls!
"Kristoff's home!" One of the trolls said excitedly.
"And he brought a girl!" Another pointed out. Cheers erupted from the crowd and they soon grabbed Anna to bring her to the front.
"Hey, careful with her! Her arm is hurt!" Kristoff called out in worry. He felt a tug on his arm and he looked down. He saw one of the kid trolls who asked "What's with the hair?"
"Don't worry about it," Kristoff responded. "Where's Grand Pabbie?" he asked.
"He's napping. He should be up soon, though," the little troll responded.
Kristoff turned his attention back to Anna. "Mom! Be careful with her!" He cried.
His adoptive mother, Bulda, was checking Anna's nose, teeth and eyes. "Oh, hush! We're just checking on her. Strong teeth. Working nose. Yes, she'll do nicely for our Kristoff!" she declared.
"Oh, no. You have it all wrong. We're not-" Anna started, but was interrupted by Bulda.
"Oh honey, why are you holding back from such a man?" The trolls spent the next few minutes trying to convince Anna and Kristoff that they were meant to be.
Until, that is, Kristoff had had enough. "Stop! Enough! She has a fiancé!" He yelled abruptly, ending the trolls' barrage. "Look, I came here for Grandpappy. Not so you guys can gush about love." Just as he said that, another troll came towards Anna and him. When it unrolled, it was revealed to be an elderly troll with big amber eyes and a graying blonde mane. "Thank you. Finally, I was looking for you, Pabbie," Kristoff said, more than relieved to see the troll for whom he was looking. "Look, Pabbie, I think her arm is broken, and-"
"Kristoff, give me your hands." The elderly troll commanded.
"What?" Kristoff asked, confused.
"I sensed dark magic here in the valley. It was coming from you." Pabbie explained, waiting for Kristoff to give him his hands.
"O-okay? Um, whatever you say." Kristoff placed his hands in Grand Pabbie's. He watched as the troll's face scrunched up in disbelief. "Why- what? What's going on?" Kristoff asked, fear engulfing him. The icy pain came back, and he cringed. It was a lot stronger than before.
Grand Pabbie swallowed hard before responding "I fear, my boy, you have a frozen heart."
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