Hello! I saw "Frozen" yesterday and I just HAD to post this, because I had a hard time believing that Elsa was just fine and dandy after a lifetime of living in fear. So here's my interpretation of what would happen AFTER all the events of the movie. THIS IS NOT GOING TO BE A KRISTOFF/ELSA STORY. Please understand that before you start reading. =)

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Fear

a "Frozen" fanfic

by Sapphire-Raindrop

Chapter 1: the ice guy

I'm an ice guy. Ask anyone, and they'll tell you that I'm the person to go to for anything in the snow or ice department. I'd take a saw, a pick and a frozen lake over stuffy castle dinners and fancy clothes any day of the week. I'm a winter guy, which is a bit of a problem because Anna is a summer sort of gal. Perhaps that's what drew me to her so strongly; maybe that's what makes my feelings for her so intense. Nothing like a bit of sun to melt my icy heart, huh? Gah, I've gotta stop hanging around Olaf so much; his sappiness is rubbing off on me.

So I'm an ice guy; we've established that fact. But what most people don't know is that as an ice guy, I'm also a fear guy. You cant be one without being the other.

Let me explain.

As an ice harvester, I have to cut through the ice I'm standing on, knowing that at any moment, it could splinter and I could fall into the frigid water. I trudge through the forest, knowing that there are wolves around me, waiting for me to falter. The blizzards are familiar, but they're still dangerous. There have been times when I wondered if I was going to make it out alive, times when I could almost feel my heartbeat stuttering and faltering. I didn't have other people to shield me from that fear, I lived it and breathed it with no one but Sven to comfort me. I hunt for my meat, and sometimes I don't kill the animals quickly enough. I see a brief moment of pure terror in their eyes, fear in every movement they make. So yeah, you could say I'm an expert on fear.

The first time I laid eyes on the Queen was in her fantastic ice palace – don't even get me started on that place; I'll start crying. Anna had already gotten her hooks into me at that point, maybe that explains the lack of physical attraction I felt toward the beautiful blonde woman.

In any case, the first thing I noticed about her was the fear. It practically oozed from her, filling her eyes and her expression and her posture. In that moment, as she stared at her fallen sister, the Queen was fear.

You're probably wondering where I'm going with this. I wouldn't blame you for being skeptical; the Queen brought back summer, she's happily reunited with Anna, and the kingdom loves her – magic and all. To the people of Arendelle, Anna included, the Queen let go of her fear and embraced her magic.

Maybe they're so easy to overlook the fear because they haven't lived with fear like I have.

It's been two weeks since the return of summer, and yet when I look at the Queen I still see a creature of fear. It's not obvious to those around her, but to someone like me it's plain to see if you know where to look. The way she flinches back from physical contact at first, the way she clenches her hands when approached by others, her shoulders hunching forward to make herself smaller. She smiles, but when spoken to her the smile falters, ever so slightly. If that's not fear, then my name's not Kristoff.

I'm not sure what to do with the knowledge. Telling Anna would result in immediate action, that's for sure. I cringe when I think of what Anna would do. She'd lock herself and the Queen in a closet and demand that her sister tell her what was wrong. Don't get me wrong, Anna's amazing, but subtlety isn't her strong suit. The two sisters love each other, but loving someone and being able to communicate with them effectively don't always go hand in hand.

Speaking of communication, I should probably spend less time wondering about the Queen's problems and more time about my own problems. I mean, I know that me and Anna kissed, but we haven't really moved forward from that point. Are we dating? Am I even allowed to date the princess? She seemed like she enjoyed kissing me, but she hasn't blown up about it like I expected her to. Sure, she's been busy with the castle opening up and everything, but this is Anna we're talking about!

She's the girl who was ready to marry a man she had known for a night, and couldn't shut up about it when asked. Anna couldn't conceal her emotions if her life depended on it. It's one of the things I like about her; it's a nice change from the gruff seriousness of mountain people and the riddles of my troll family.

Bah, whatever. The ice harvesting teams will be going out to harvest today, and if I want to join them I need to get my mind off of Anna and onto the ice where it belongs.

As friend of the Queen and her beloved sister, I now have authority, which is another word for a whole lot of responsibility. I'm now heading a hundred-man ice harvesting company, and as much as I love it I'm busier than I've ever been in my life. You would think that with her super handy ice powers, the Queen would put us ice harvesters out of business, but her duties prevent her from getting out much. Plus, I think that while the people are mostly okay with her magic, it still unnerves them to some extent. How anyone could be unnerved by flawless ice and snow is beyond me, but it is what it is.

Life isn't perfect, but I can't say I regret anything. I mean, I've given up my freedom to some extent, but I've gained so much in return. A steady job, a roof over my head, a real purpose in life, memories of hugging and kissing Anna that day on the bridge…gah, I'm thinking about her again! Stop it!

If I thought Anna being constantly on my mind was a bother…lately, the Queen's fear has been just as distracting.

…I have a feeling that all this pondering is going to come back to bite me in the butt.

Give me ice, give me life-threatening situations; I'm your guy.

But feelings?

Ugh.