These were the times when he got the most ice, when he sold more than usual, and when he returned home holding newly bought food while still having heavy, full pockets. Those facts, however, did nothing to comfort him. It wasn't like he really needed the money, not really. He worked for a queen who had money to last for generations, and a husband who was also royalty.
However, he and his husband were not speaking at the moment.
Kristoff worked harder than before, using his handsaw for all it was worth. A great, wide hole (though set in a neat square) appeared in the ice; by the time he came back the next day, it would all be covered again by another thick layer of ice. That was the incredible thing about ice - no matter what hardship it faced, it could always return to it's original form.
It was too bad that the temperature did nothing to help Kristoff or Hans whenever they fought. Whether it was snowing hard (whether caused by Elsa or natural snow) or the hot sun was beating down on them, no weather pattern could fix their problems.
Kristoff took out another piece of ice; it was almost as cold as the way Hans was acting towards him at the moment.
Almost.
Sven groaned, and looked at him with wide eyes.
"You don't need to worry about me right now, buddy." Kristoff looked away from him. "I just need to work off some steam."
Sven snorted.
Kristoff's muscles were already beginning to ache, and he could feel a headache forming. "Look, I know that you mean well, buddy, but this is my problem to deal with. Only I can sort this out." He sighed and turned back to the frozen lake. At any other time, he would pause to reflect upon its beauty. Sunlight shown off of the ice, though it could do nothing to weaken the hard willed ice. Already, he could imagine the hole freezing over.
Kristoff bent down and sawed off another square.
Things would cool down between him and Hans. They didn't fight often, so it was safe to assume that Hans was not going to threaten divorce. They both were happy enough.
Yes, Kristoff thought, a small smile pulling at his lips. Things will work out just fine.
Too bad they hadn't worked out just yet.
Kristoff pushed the handsaw down harder, using every bit of strength in his body.