Here's the second chapter, I know it's short but they will be longer. So enjoy! Reviews are appreciated :)


Hans woke to an empty space beside him. he turned to his other side and checked the time, 9:07 the bedside alarm clock glowed.

Anna's never up this early, he thought to himself.

"Anna?!" He yelled. Silence.

He clambered out of the bed and entered the hallway.

"Anna!" He shouted again, still no answer. He searched every room in the apartment, but he couldn't find Anna anywhere.

"Anna you better come out now!" He bellowed, anger flourishing over him.

Hans was a very hot headed and bad tempered man, he would get easily angered and take it out on Anna by beating her.

He stormed throughout the apartment, but Anna clearly wasn't there.

He went back into the bedroom and kicked the wardrobe in rage. The old oak door of the wardrobe creaked open and Hans notice that most of Anna's clothes were missing, and her suitcase she kept at the bottom of the wardrobe was gone.

He grabbed the house phone and dialled Anna's mobile, but it just went straight to her voicemail. He cried out in fury, clawing his hair with his fingers.

"How dare she leave, I'll find her and when I do, Oh she'll regret doing this!" He growled to himself as he hurriedly got changed.

Storming out of the apartment, he got into his pristine, silver car and started the engine. He was heading the only place he could think Anna to be. Elsa's.


"Morning sleepy head." Kristoff whispered as Anna half opened her eyes, smiling.

"Good Morning." She yawned, stretching her arms.

"Thanks again for letting me stay." She said, sitting up on the sofa as Kristoff joined her.

"Don't mention it."

They both shared a friendly smile for a second, before Sven's loud barking broke the silence.

"Shh Sven!" Kristoff yelled at the Labrador in the kitchen, then turned back to Anna who was sniffing the air.

"Can I smell...burning?" She asked.

"The pancakes!" Kristoff exclaimed in horror, rushing to the kitchen.

Smoke arose from the stove, he coughed and spluttered as he removed the frying pan and it's burnt remains of pancakes from the stove.

"Everything Ok?" Anna asked as she approached him, wafting the smoke away.

"Everything's fine, just breakfast is a little too well done." Kristoff said, showing her the black, inedible pancakes.

"Ooh scrumptious!" Anna giggled, jokingly licking her lips.

"Sorry, I wanted to make your favourite, especially since you were so down last night." Kristoff sighed, disposing the pancakes and chucking the pan in the sink.

"Kristoff, you being there for me cheered me up," Anna said, placing a hand on his shoulder, "And I'm fine with cornflakes, this cupboard, right?" She stood on her tiptoes as she tried to reach the high cupboard.

Kristoff couldn't help but chuckle as she struggled to reach the handle.

"Come here." He said, reaching up to the cupboard and retrieving the cornflakes with ease.

"Well of course I could have easily done that." She lied, folding her arms.

"You're welcome." He smirked, pouring the cornflakes and some milk into a bowl for her.

"There you go malady, would you require anything else?" He jokingly asked in a posh accent.

"Why yes good fellow, would it be any trouble if you were to assist me with a spoon?" She followed on, curtseying.

"Oh yes, of course Madame." He said, passing her a spoon.

They both burst into a fit of laughter as they walked back into the living room.

Anna beamed at Kristoff as they perched on the couch and she began golfing down the cornflakes.

Kristoff gave her a goofy grin in return, and gazed at his best friend, completely in a trance of fascination of how beautiful she was. He had always had feelings for her, but had always been too scared and nervous to tell her. And when Hans came into the picture, he knew he'd completely lost his chance, but maybe now, if they had broken up, Kristoff saw there was some hope.