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So many plans for this, only so fast I can write! It just gets fluffier and fluffier from here on out! I plan to incorporate some sisterly love and affection, too. XD

Note: At this point, Kristoff is just extremely confused and entertained by Anna, nothing more. And Anna herself finds Kristoff hilarious and fun to be around. Don't worry, the flirting will happen, just not yet. Also, something I forgot to mention, Anna knows about Elsa's powers and I do drop little movie references here and there. Scavenger hunt! Go find 'em!


Knock, knock, knock. Anna rapped on her sister's door, "Elsa?" A muffled, "yes?" answered her and she grinned widely. "I made a friend, Elsa!" There came the shuffling of bare feet on carpet as Elsa approached her door, but she did not open it, "that's great, Anna." It had been a long time since the two sisters had talked face to face. Elsa had decided a while ago that her powers needed practice before she could be around Anna, but these conversations through her door were a regular thing. Anna would see her for meals or royal occasions, but she was always by herself; across the room, at the other end of the table, sitting in their parents' thrones.

Anna pressed herself up against the bedroom door, head turned so her ear was flat to it, "he has a sled, too, and it's pulled by a reindeer!"

"A reindeer?" Elsa snorted incredulously, leaning against the other side of the wood. Anna squeaked, "yeah! And it talks! Well, he talks for it. Like he knows what it's trying to say!" She suddenly had to pinwheel her arms to keep from face planting as Elsa's door was pulled open. Anna couldn't believe it, there stood her sister in a frosty-blue, summer gown, face twisted in suspicion. She could see her face!

"He talks for it," Elsa confirmed aloud. She wanted to tell Anna that his mind probably wasn't too healthy, but her little sister looked so radiant and happy that she couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead, she smiled warmly and nodded, taking a step back to close the door again. Before she could, however, Anna put her hands in the doorway, "wait, please don't close it! Please, Elsa? I could sit with you in there! I won't bother you, I swear!" Elsa looked down at her hands, small tendrils of icy fog curling from her fingers. "You don't bother me, but.. I don't know, Anna," she shook her head, clenching her hands into fists. Anna whined, "how will you know it's safe if you never try it?"

Unable to argue with that, Elsa dropped her head and stepped aside for Anna to enter. She watched cautiously as her sister did her best not to jump for joy; she was practically shaking, she was so excited. Elsa's room was cold, but not uncomfortably so. The windows were fogged with a thin layer of ice, and tiny snowflakes that fell from the ceiling disappeared before they hit the carpet. Anna turned to her sister with the biggest smile Elsa had ever seen, making her smile back, "do you like it?"

"Elsa, it's beautiful!" Anna breathed, holding her hands out to catch the quickly fading flakes. Elsa looked delighted to hear the awe in her sister's voice, clasping her hands together in front of her chest and grinning. "I never knew what I was capable of," she giggled, playing with the tassels and lace that lined the sleeves and neckline of her dress, "I made this part."

Anna's eyes widened even further, were that physically possible, "You made that? That's amazing!" Elsa dipped her head and brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, gesturing for Anna to sit on the bed, "okay, tell me all about this new friend of yours."

They sat like that for several hours, Anna doing most of the talking. She explained that Kristoff was an ice harvester and that he lived in a fur tent in the back of his sled. She didn't catch the smug look on her sister's face when she commented on how big his nose was and how cute it made him look. Occasionally Elsa would ask a question, like "what does he do for company" and Anna would reply with "he doesn't."

"I'm his company now," she was bragging sitting up straight with her hands on her hips, tilting her head from side to side, "well, besides Sven."

"Sven?"

"That's his reindeer's name."

Elsa had an amused smirk on her face by the end of it, chuckling as Anna spoke of how he slept with Sven so he smelled like reindeer, but not in a bad way. "Is there a good way to smell like reindeer?" she couldn't help but jest, and Anna shot her a playful glare. "There is if you're Kristoff."


Sven romped about in the shallows of the pond, occasionally splashing Kristoff, who was watching him play from the center of the stagnant pool. It came up to the middle of his waist and was so reflective he could use it as a mirror as he shaved for the first time in a few days. He was still growing, so he didn't have a lot of hair, but after a while it grew long enough that it bothered him. Once finished, he rinsed his knife in the water, tossed it onto shore, and looked at Sven for approval. The reindeer barked and nodded his head, causing a smile to break over Kristoff's face.

Unable to join the older harvesters at the frozen lakes, he met the ice runners halfway to deliver the blocks to the icehouse. There was lots of heavy lifting involved and today had been grueling. Not because it was hard, but because he had been constantly wondering if Anna really meant it when she said they were friends. He rubbed his sore biceps and pectoral muscles, rolling his wrists to stretch them out as he thought. That girl was odd and she amused him, but he seriously doubted he would ever see her again. That is, until someone giggled behind him.

After talking with Elsa, Anna had been so enlivened to see her friend again that she left in a flustered hurry. Her hair was half-heartedly braided, bangs sticking out at odd angles, strands rebelling against gravity, but the sight of her standing there at the edge of the pool where he was bathing naked sent Kristoff into a deep crimson flush. "A-Anna-!" he stammered, turning to face her, but he slipped on the flat pebbles beneath him and fell back into the water. She was laughing now.

He resurfaced to see her holding her belly and her mouth, eyes squeezed shut and face red. "Th-That's not funny!" he stuttered, scrambling back to sit with his legs crossed, still half submerged, "what are you even doing here?"

"I told you I wanted to see you again," she breathed, just managing to keep her giggles under control, "though I didn't think I'd be seeing so much of you."

"You did not!"

"No, I didn't, I'm joking," it was becoming increasingly harder for her to breath. Kristoff was more than a little annoyed, turning away from her and gesturing for Sven to move in front of him so he could stand up. When Anna didn't say anything else, he risked a glance over his shoulder and almost fell back in shock. "Anna, what are you doing?" he squeaked, an octave higher than normal. She'd already removed her dress and was working on the laces of her corset when she looked up at him, "I want to swim, too."

Her expression was so innocent that Kristoff doubted she knew what exactly she was doing. "Anna," he started carefully, "I'm naked. You know that, right?" She didn't answer him, only shimmied out of her corset and pulled her shift over her head. He was turned around again, hands over his eyes and head hung in surrender. Then he somehow ended up in the water, flailing his arms to keep upright without success.

"Sven!" Anna laughed even more, deep enough that her chest was submerged and only the ends of her hair were wet. The reindeer had pushed him! Kristoff was furious now, shaking with anxiety and red from his hairline to his clavicle. "See if you get anymore carrots," he spat acidically. Anna wasn't helping, "oh, Sven, I'll bring you carrots."

The next few seconds were a blur to her. Something wet and sticky hit her in the face and before she knew it, she was sitting up closer to the bank with Kristoff leaning over her, brushing her cheeks off and sputtering, "Oh god, Anna, I'm so sorry, I-I wasn't thinking, I was just nervous and-"

"What?" she raised her little hands to his, feeling over her face and pulling her fingers back to inspect them, "you threw mud at me?" The hurt in her eyes was enough to make Kristoff's knees shake. "Y-Yes, but I didn't mean to actually hit you! And not in the face, especially!" He was smoothing back her hair, inspecting her cheeks and nose, and Anna couldn't be mad at him for it.

"I'm okay," she almost giggled, pushing his hands down. He sighed in relief and immediately backed away from her, returning to his side of the pond with his face still bright red. He'd only moved her so far out of the water that the tops of her little breasts showed, but he was still uncomfortable being so close to her in his current attire.

He was rubbing one eye with the palm of his hand when Anna sent her own mud ball flying. It smacked into the side of his head, making him jerk sideways and barely keep a vertical position. He turned a playfully evil glare to her covering her mouth with both hands, standing maybe five feet away. When he leaned down to scoop up more mud, she flung her hands into the air and backed up as quickly as possible, "that was payback! You can't pay back payback!"

"Watch me," he snarled, lunging at her and just managing to grab her by the waist. He smeared the wet dirt in her hair and down her face and neck, laughing as she yelped and wiggled, pushing away from him to the best of her limited ability. He let her go when he was good and satisfied with her new hairdo. "That looks really good on you," he chuckled, brushing it away from her eyes. Her snappy comeback was peppered with squeaky giggles, "you're a jerk!"

A few minutes later, Kristoff was under the water again, but this time of his own free will. Anna was similarly washing the mud out of her hair a few strides away. They sat together afterwards, Kristoff still fidgety and sure to keep what he felt was a safe distance between them. Anna was so determined, though, and she would scoot closer to him whenever she thought he wouldn't notice.

And he didn't, not until her arms were around his waist and she was giggling at something he'd said, her face nuzzled in his shoulder. Gently, he detached himself and moved away again, cheeks pink and eyes round. "Why do you do that?" she huffed, crossing her arms and scrunching up her nose in a way that was so very Anna that Kristoff couldn't stop a quirky smile from forming on his lips. "I don't think you understand what you're doing," he stated bluntly. She obviously wasn't sated with that, scooting back over to him and grabbing his arm with more force than he'd thought her tiny fingers could manage, "I won't touch you, then, okay? I just want to sit by you."

"You're touching me right now," he poked fun, earning a glare from her as she let go of his arm. Sven lay behind them on the bank, occasionally snorting a laugh or grunting in response to something one of them would say about him. Kristoff regarded him weakly, reaching to pull a carrot out of his bag without leaning too far out of the water. He shared it with Sven, to Anna's disgust, and only decided it was time for them to get out and dressed when she showed him her wrinkly fingers. "They look like raisins," she giggled, putting them over her eyes upon his request.

He dressed himself before holding a fur out for her, eyes squeezed shut as she took it from him and wrapped it around her small frame. It pooled at her feet and she had to lift it to walk around the pond to gather her discarded dress and underwear. "Uh.. Kristoff," she cleared her throat embarrassedly, turning her back to him to reveal the lacing of her corset, "I can't reach. Would you tie it up for me?"

This girl is trying to kill me, Kristoff blinked, his legs moving without him realizing it, "okay.." He'd never done up a corset before, but it wasn't that difficult for him to figure out that the laces go through the holes. "Tighter," Anna instructed, and he yanked the ribbons carefully, rough hands catching on the stitching. Finally he'd managed to tie a sufficient not at the top of the fabric and help Anna pull her dress over her head.

"Next time we go swimming, let's have the right clothes for it, yeah?" he demanded more than suggested, shaking out his damp hair as she rebraided hers. "But I enjoyed not having to wear clothes," she pouted, but he wouldn't budge. In fact, he ignored her protest completely, pretending to be busy in rearranging some things in his sled. Anna gave Sven a sideways look, but the reindeer only shrugged.

"I brought marshmallows," Anna grinned. Kristoff glanced over his shoulder at her and smiled, moving a little further from the sled before kneeling down to make a smile pile of tinder from the carpet of twigs and needles. Anna had already collected branches for him when he looked up to ask for some. He nearly hit his head on one, she was standing so close.

They sat on opposite sides once the fire was built, Kristoff leaning against Sven and whittling a small bit of wood into some shape that wasn't quite identifiable yet. Anna was picking her teeth, having eaten most of the marshmallows before the flames were even ablaze. Now she shivered, getting as close to the heat as possible without catching her clothes on fire. "Not exactly a camping outfit, huh?" she laughed jokingly, but her teeth chattered and Kristoff tilted his head in concern.

"Anna," he whispered, gesturing for her to come sit next to him, "Come sit with Sven. He's warm." She did as instructed, but instead of Sven, she leaned up against him and wrapped her arms around his waist. He could immediately tell why she was cold: her hair was still wet and there were dark clouds gathering in front of the fast-fading sun. He coughed awkwardly, patting her shoulder and avoiding looking at her at all.

"You're warm," she mumbled, but before she could fall asleep, Kristoff stood in a rush. He rubbed his chin, staring at the ground next to her, "we should get you home. I don't want your parents to worry." Anna's face drooped but she got up anyway, nodding at him and yawning with a stretch. "You're right," she admitted defeatedly, "but this is a thing now, okay?" Kristoff smiled and nodded, "okay."


"Who did up your corset?" Gerda snorted disapprovingly, tugging the ribbons out of Anna's girdle rather roughly, "It was one of the new maids, wasn't it? Which one. You can tell me, lady." Anna stood in her walk-in closet. It was about an hour after sunset and Gerda had come to tell her that her parents would be going on a trip to her cousin's wedding, leaving late tomorrow morning. She'd caught the young princess laboriously pulling at the strings of her girdle and stood her up on a box so she could do it herself.

"Oh, no, Gerda, it was-" Anna stopped, realizing how it would sound if she said she went for a naked dip with her new friend, who was a boy. She'd never hear the end of that, and now she realized why Kristoff was so uncomfortable with it in the first place. "I did it," she confessed, "I wanted to try. A-And I did okay! Right? It held up!"

Gerda gave her a scolding stare, "next time, let someone else do it. This could have fallen down at any moment! You completely missed all the holes, the back is not even together. The top knot is the only thing holding this in place!" Anna had to painfully bite her tongue to keep from going into a hysterical fit of laughter. She made a mental note to tell Kristoff that her maid did not approve of his corset-tying skills. She couldn't blame him, of course, it was more than likely he'd never even seen a corset before then. Not a moment later, she had to lie again when Gerda asked, "why do you smell like dirt and wet animal?"

"I was playing with the horses in the stables today and I spilled some of their water on me by accident," Anna smiled sheepishly, earning yet another look of reprimandation. "Making messes for the stable hands, princess, is very improper conduct," Gerda shook her head with a small huff.

Improper conduct, Anna smirked, liking the name given to her defiant attitude, I wonder what you would call skinny dipping. "Sorry, Gerda," she giggled lightly, but she wasn't really sorry at all.