Rating: K
Words: 1,010
Summary: Anna hasn't celebrated All Hollow's Eve before, and Kristoff should have known she would go above and beyond to participate in tradition.


It didn't surprise Kristoff that Anna didn't know exactly what All Hallow's Eve was. She had lived a life closed off from traditions of the kingdom, never celebrating "obscure" holidays, as Elsa had called it. However, it shouldn't have surprised Kristoff how whole-heartedly Anna threw herself into celebrating the holiday.

"We have to find the biggest pumpkin to carve!" Anna threw her hands out, demonstrating to Kristoff just how large a pumpkin she really wanted.

"Anna, you can't get a pumpkin that big. I don't think you understand how much work it will be to carve that," he smiled at her, though not taking his eyes off the path.

"It will be fun work, though," she giggled. Anna looked at him and pouted, "I've never done this before Kristoff. If you let me go overboard this year, perhaps I won't be as excited about it in the future."

He rolled his eyes, "Oh c'mon Anna. I know you better than that."

She laughed, throwing her hands up, "You're right. I bet I am going to love this holiday and go crazy about it every year!"

She continued to question Kristoff about how to carve a pumpkin, what to put on the pumpkin, what they did with the pumpkin after the holiday, until they arrived at what Kristoff told her was the Pumpkin Patch.

"Oh my gods," Anna squealed, jumping out of the cart, "There are so many of them!"

Kristoff moved to her side, observing the rows and rows of vine-covered pumpkins.

"Yeah, it's been a family secret for a while. The trolls would always come out here to pick their pumpkins out…" he trailed the end of his story, shaking his head as Anna laughed her way out to the field.

"Oh, Kristoff, you better comer here, I think I found the perfect, biggest… oh wait, what about that one?"

He laughed and followed behind her, wondering exactly how many pumpkins they were going to bring back to the castle.

Elsa looked at the pumpkins they had harvested warily when they returned to the castle.

"Anna, that is a lot of pumpkins… what on earth are you going to do with them all?"

"Oh, don't worry, Kristoff said we could carve some, paint some, cook some, bake some, roast some…"

"I see," Elsa turned her gaze on Kristoff, "So this is your fault."

Kristoff gave Elsa sheepish shrug, "I should know better than to just let her loose by now."

Elsa nodded, "You would think after last year's Christmas tree hunting exhibition, you would have learned something."

"Oh, Elsa, don't be such a Queen. You can carve one too!" Anna handed her sister an oddly curved pumpkin, one that she picked out because it had "character".

"Maybe later, Anna," Elsa grinned, setting the pumpkin down, "But right now, I think you better get started on all of yours."

After Elsa has stepped away, Anna turned to tackle her first pumpkin.

"Ah, Kristoff, what exactly do we do?"

Kristoff came up behind her, brandishing his hunting knife, "You better let me take care of this part."

He carefully cut around the stem of the pumpkin, angling his knife down so that when he pulled the top off, the bottom came to a point. Anna, however, squirmed at what came up with the top of the pumpkin.

"What is that?" She pointed at the conglomeration of seeds and orange string hanging from the cover.

"Oh, this?" Kristoff smiled, scraping it off the pumpkin, "this is what we call pumpkin goop."

Anna picked up the gob that he held out to her, squirming when she touched it.

"Oh, it's so slimy, and cold!"

Kristoff dug a handful of it out of the pumpkin, pulling the seeds from the goop, "Well, get used to it feistypants. You've got to get all of the goop out before you can carve. And, if you save the seeds, we can roast them and turn them into a snack."

Anna pulled the seeds out of the goop Kristoff handed her, making faces every time she touched too much of it.

That's why she wasn't sure it was an innocent mistake when a glob of the goop ended up splatting on her forearm.

"Ewwwww!" she squealed, flicking it off as fast as she could. She glared up at Kristoff, who was trying to hide his smirk behind his orange hand.

"What was that for?" she pouted.

"What was what for? I didn't do anything," he smiled.

Anna squinted at him, "You threw pumpkin guts at me!"

He stepped back, mock horror on his face, "How dare you accuse me of that… I would never do that to you, I love you too much too…"

A blob of the goop hitting him in the neck interrupted his monologue. He stared at Anna, who had a devilish grin on her face.

"Oh-ho, Princess, are you sure you want to start something that you can't finish?" he threatened, pulling a considerable handful of goop out of the pumpkin.

Anna plucked some up from the pile she had been collecting, holding it away from her as pumpkin juice dripped down her arm.

"Who said I couldn't finish it?"

It wasn't long before orange pumpkin goop was flying across the courtyard, covering both of them and everything in between. Despite Kristoff's large hands, Anna was actually hitting him more. She was fast and stealthy. Kristoff could just hurl a lot of it.

Eventually their pumpkin was empty, and both parties called a truce, sliding down against each other, breathless from laughter.

"I have a feeling Elsa is never going to let us carve pumpkins again," Anna said, looking at their mess.

Kristoff pulled some of the stringy concoction out his hair, flicking it away from them, "Maybe now we can go convince her to carve pumpkins with us. Obviously we cannot be left unsupervised."

Anna turned her neck to give him a devious side-glance, a rotten smirk on her lips, "Two against one then?"

Kristoff jumped up, holding his slick hand out to help her up, "Oh, definitely."