A/N: It seems only fair for the boys to receive their own chapter. Please enjoy.

Kristoff sat down in a chair, his eyes lazily following the worried Guardian of Fun. So far, Olaf had managed to knock over two chairs and several centerpieces. His personal flurry made him easy to find, however the overall task was pretty boring.

Watch the ice cream cake, keep an eye on Olaf, and make sure the courtyard remains exactly as Elsa left it that morning.

The pitter patter of little feet caught the man's ears and he turned his head to the entrance. The two heavy doors were still closed. The blonde man eyed the doors before returning his attention to the pacing Jack Frost.

"I'm sure she's fine, Jack."

"I know. I'm not worried. Who says I'm worried?" Jack laughed nervously. "I am totally fine. I'm ecstatic, actually. Overjoyed. Super excited for the party. I'm pumped." The silver-haired man did a mock fist pump with his wooden shepherd's crook.

"I like cake." Olaf's snow flurry bounced around the table. Sven kept pace with the snowman, making sure no wooden hands dug into Anna's birthday cake. Again. As soon as Elsa had left, Kristoff appointed Sven as the personal watcher of the cake.

Again, the same pitter patter of little feet perked Kristoff's ears and the man stood up from his chair, intent on finding who or what was making the noise. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what? Is it Elsa? Is she back?" The Guardian shot up in the air. "Where is she? Do you see her? I don't-"

"I don't think it's her." The blonde man responded cautiously. He focused his attention on his hearing.

"Then what-"

"Sh!"

"Fine. Since it's not Elsa-"

"Jack!" The silver-haired man grumbled a string of incoherent words under his breath and returned to pacing. Kristoff silently and slowly tiptoed towards the door of the castle.

The air grew colder the closer he became to the door. In the corner of his vision, Kristoff noticed the Guardian of Fun mumbling as he walked towards the table containing the cake. Without warning, the doors leading to the castle slammed open with a bang and Kristoff's vision was bathed in a snowy white haze. He used his arm to shield his eyes. Suddenly, the flurried light disappeared. The blonde man whirled around and his eyes widened with shock.

"Uh...Jack?" Kristoff's wide eyes and panicked tone made the Guardian stop his pacing between the cake and the banner and spin on his heel.

"What?" The silver-haired Guardian snapped, worry lacing his anger. Elsa should've stayed in bed today, but of course she just had to go and do this with Anna. Granted, her guilt was her main deciding factor no matter how much Jack refused to admit it. Now, the Guardian of Fun had no idea where his Snow Queen was and to say he was inwardly freaking out would be an understatement.

"Did you make those?"

"Make what?" The Guardian asked in confusion. Following Kristoff's pointed finger, the silver haired man sucked in a sharp breath of air. Little snowmen scurried around the courtyard, eagerly chatting with one another in their own language. "Okay, I know I'm the creator of snow and everything, but I'm not talented enough to make living snowmen." Meeting eyes briefly, only one idea came to mind.

"Elsa." They breathed out in unison.

"Okay. I'll go find her while you keep these little guys at bay." Jack said as he narrowly avoided stepping on one. The small snow monster looked up.

"Far!" The little snowman squealed, showing its razor sharp icicle teeth in a wide toothy grin. It quickly toddled over to the Guardian of Fun. Jack stumbled back, then attempted to jump over the snowball.

"Uh...Kristoff?!" Jack's panicked expression caused the other blonde man to look up from his post of guarding the cake.

"What?"

"I think we have a problem." Kristoff cocked his head to the side before a smile replaced his confused expression. Jack ran past Sven, the little snow monsters trailing behind him.

"Far! Far! Far!" They cheered in unison.

"Oh. My. Gosh." The blonde man doubled over in laughter.

"Don't just stand there. Help me!" Jack shouted as he continued to try and outrun the little snow things.

"I can fix it." Olaf's happy tone halted the snowmen. "Ah! Little brothers!" The older snowman giggled excitedly, clapping his stick hands together. "I like warm hugs." He picked up one of his snow brothers and squeezed it in a hug.

"Jack, Olaf and I will keep them here. If you could go find Elsa and get her to stop creating your snow children that would be great."

"Snow children?!" The Guardian shrieked as he rose into the air. "What do you mean snow children?!" He used his staff to beat away the growing pile of snow monsters trying to catch his leg in their grasp.

"Far means father in Norwegian."

"I'll be right back." He took off into the air. Sven knocked a few snow piles away from the cake.

"No, no!" Kristoff shouted as the pile of snow monsters grew on the banner. The string broke and the paper letters blew everywhere, landing scattered on the ground. "This is not happening." Kristoff groaned, covering his face with his hand.

"I can fix it!" Olaf cheerfully picked up the papers.

"No-" Before Kristoff could finish, the little monsters tipped over the punch bowl. "Argh!" The blonde man dove and caught the bowl before it could crash on the ground. "Sven! Cake!" He shouted to the reindeer. The animal quickly ran in front of the cake, using his hooves to block flying snow monsters.

"All fixed!" Olaf clapped, earning the human's attention once again.

"'Dry banana hippy hat'?" He read, his eyebrows scrunching together with confusion.

"I can't read. Or spell." Olaf giggled as he gave a warm hug to one of his newly created little brothers. Sven whinnied and Kristoff shook his head.

"I hope Jack finds Elsa soon." Kristoff said with a groan, laying his forehead on the courtyard floor.