A/N: I know! You are probably all sick and tired of hearing remakes of 'Frozen' songs! But I have had this on my mind lately and wanted to write a story on it. So if you don't wanna read this then feel free to leave.

The lyrics don't rhyme perfectly, but I couldn't think of any that did rhyme that I liked.

Written as friendship, not ship, can be seen as either depending on your preference.

Based on the song 'Do You Wanna Build a Snowman?' from Disney's 'Frozen'.

Disclaimer: I don't own Frozen or Transformers, nuff said.

Knockout sat in the med bay on the Nemesis working on an important project. Well, important to him. He was buffing out a scratch that one of the Vehicons gave him when they accidentally bumped into him. Those clumsy oafs, why couldn't Lord Megatron get more competent soldiers?

He was trying to reach this one scratch on his side but it continued to elude him.

"Argh! Darn thing, get out!" He was not at all happy, and when he was in one of his moods, like now, he didn't want anyone to bother him, not even Breakdown. Speaking of Breakdown, the wrecker was walking down the halls to ask his partner if he wanted to go out and help him hunt for a relic that Lord Megatron had assigned him to.

He reached the door, and knowing his partner he knocked 'shave and a haircut' on the door to get his attention.

"Knockout? Do you wanna snag a relic? Come on this mission with me please? You never spend time with me anymore, come out the door, you've been in there all day. We'd spend all day just driving, and now we don't, please won't you tell me why? Do you wanna snag a relic? This is a chance to beat the Autobots."

"Ugh, I'm busy Breakdown! Go away!"

"Okay bye."

Breakdown was kinda disappointed that his partner didn't want to spend time together, even if it was a mission. But Knockout's paint job was extremely high on the medic's list of priorities. Maybe he would want to go out later.

Breakdown headed for the med bay to ask Knockout if he wanted to help him on another relic hunt. Maybe this time he would come instead of working on some medical thing. Not knowing the mood he was in he used the same 'shave and a haircut' knock on the door.

"Do you wanna snag a relic? And we could street race when we're done. I think some outside time is overdue, you need to get out and soak up a little sun. (It'll make your paint shine) It's getting kinda lonely, walking through these halls, while all these cycles go by."

But he didn't hear anything from the doors, so that must mean he wasn't listening to him. Maybe next time. Maybe next time.

Knockout was walking down the halls to give a report to Lord Megatron. He passed Dreadwing on his way and couldn't help but notice the second in command looked a little down. Dreadwing looked at Knockout and his expression saddened even more. "I'm so sorry." "What? What are you talking about?" "No one had told you?" "Told me what?" "Well, Breakdown and I were sent on a mission to exterminate Airachnid-"

As he told the story Knockout felt his spark slowly shatter. Breakdown...Dead?

Knockout drove to a secluded spot in the woods, not just any spot either. Dreadwing had been kind enough to tell him exactly where Breakdown had been killed.

He found the spot easily enough, for there were still slight stains of energon on the ground. They hadn't been able to recover the body, but he didn't care about that right now. He took out a slab of metal from his subspace and erected it in the ground. On it, written in Cybertronian, was a single word: Breakdown.

Knockout knelt in front of the homemade headstone.

"Breakdown, I hope you hear me. I'm so sorry I ignored you. They say be strong now, and I'm trying to, I'm just missing you. Please forgive me." He leaned against the rock that his partner's body had been left on and looked up at the stars. "We only had each other, just you and I, what am I gonna do?" He let out a sad laugh. "Do you wanna snag a relic?"

He sat there for many earth hours and didn't move even when it rained.

Eventually he got up and started walking away, the sadness in his spark was all but gone, and was replaced by anger and hatred.

"She. Will. Pay."