"You sure you have everything?" Kristoff questioned, looking down at his son.

"Yes dad!" Sven replied.

"Toothbrush?"

"Yes."

"Phone?"

"Yes."

"Underwear?"

"Dad!"

"Okay, okay." Kristoff chuckled, ruffling his son's blonde hair with a smile. "You be good for your ma, okay?"

"I will, Dad."

"I'll see you in a few days." Kristoff said, kneeling down on one knee and pulling his son in close for a hug.

Even struggled under the embrace, loudly complaining from embarrassment.

"Daaaaaad!" He groaned.

Reluctantly, Kristoff let him go and stepped back, waving as he son ran forwards to board the plane. He cupped his hands around his mouth and called out as Sven got in the door.

"Call me when you land! I love you."

"Love you too dad!"

Sighing, he felt a familiar heavy weight settle in his chest as he watched his son disappear onto the plane. Despite how much he wanted to keep him all to himself, he knew that he should spend time with his mother during the holidays too. Especially since she only has him over during the holidays.

He stood in the waiting area, for the plane his son just boarded, and stared out the window watching the plane move down the runway. Suddenly a voice broke his silent staring.

"You sending your kid off too?" A female voice questioned.

At first, he felt a little irritated at this stranger coming up to him, especially since his feelings of sending his son off were so raw at the moment. He didn't even look over at her as he barked a reply.

"Yes."

"Me too." She sniffed.

With a sigh, he closed his brown eyes and mentally prepared himself for waterworks from the female. However, as he looked down at her he felt his stomach flip in a way that he hadn't felt since seeing Sven's mother for the first time. The girl was at least a foot shorter than him with red hair and watery-blue eyes. He stared at her, until she looked up and spoke to him again.

"My daughter's name is Elsie. I named her after my sister." She said with a small smile.

In an act of self preservation, he shut down and looked back out the window.

"Why are you telling me this?" He grunted.

Silence.

He stole a look over at the redhead, but found that she was gone. With a sigh, he leaned his forehead against the glass pane and watched the now-empty runway, disappointment settling in his stomach.