Chapter 4
(A/N) Hey people. Just me again. I want to thank EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU! Every one. Because, you all possessed the curiosity to click on my terrible story. (I know some of you disagree with that, but I'm afraid that is just how I am.) Oh yeah! This is important. I made a minor change to the last chapter. Anna's birthday is now November 5. And Elsa's is July 13. I will explain why after you read the chapter because I am boring.
I wished upon a star, but the blue fairy didn't come. So, no I don't own Frozen.
Anna is excited. I mean, why shouldn't she be? She finally gets to bond with her sister, properly this time. They will be together for once! Which is exciting, so Anna's excited! Until a bad thought creeps to the front of her mind. She remembers that Elsa is leaving Arendelle. For TWO WHOLE MONTHS! Elsa's schedule is very strict. She will spend one week, and only one, (Anna protested the use of "only", as one week was still way too long) in each kingdom. It will take two weeks to get to Spain, where Elsa was visiting first. Then they will spend three days sailing to the Northern Isles. After, it will take four days to get to Corona. At least, she'll get to see cousin Rapunzel. Anna thinks. Finally, she'll sail the two week journey back home. But let's not think about that now.
Okay. Anna thinks to herself. Let's get that picnic ready. Yay! Picnic! With Elsa! Today! The princess has the entire thing planned out perfectly. First, she's going to get some food from the kitchen. Sandwiches, along with the soup roast and ice cream I mentioned before. But what kind of sandwiches should I make? And what kind of ice cream does Elsa like?! OR SOUP? Should it be broth or chowder or stew? AND WHAT KIND OF ROAST WOULD SHE EAT? Anna scoffs and waves her hand. How many types of roast could there be? The exact food didn't matter really. Did it? Anyways once she had the food, Anna will take Elsa to her specifically chosen picnic area, which she hadn't decided on yet. Maybe this wasn't planned out so perfectly.
Where should I take her?! Anna wonders frantically. The castle gardens? No, the guards would FOR SURE come and bother us. And it wouldn't be very good if we're interrupted... I might go a little nuts on said guard... And then our picnic would be ruined! Hmm... I could take her to the woods... No wait. Wolves. That wouldn't be any good. The wolves were not fun when Kristoff and I saw them, and they'd probably be less fun on our picnic. WAIT! KRISTOFF! He'd know what to do!
Anna was already sprinting out the castle. "Whoops! Sorry!" She says to the passerby she just ran into, still running. Not even two minutes later, she arrives at the stables, huffing and wheezing. "Whew! I really need to get in better shape." She wipes her brow and shakes off her fatigue. Bouncing over, she busts open the door. "KRISTOFF!" She shouts, making the blonde man jump straight into the air and hit his head on the low ceiling.
"Anna!" Kristoff scolds the girl as he nurses his injury. "No need to give me heart attack. Or a concussion." Sven sees his best friend hurt and decides to give him a nice, comforting, reindeer healing kiss.
"Ew." Anna says, looking at the now saliva covered ice harvester. "Sorry. Is your head okay?" She rocks back and forth on her feet.
"Yeah I'm alright. I've got a thick skull remember?" He knocks his hand against his head, proving the fact's authenticity. Anna giggles at him. The man walks to the nearest hay bale and slumps down. "So what's up?" He asks.
Anna perks up, remembering the reason she came to him. "I need your help." He scoffed.
"No really?" He says sarcastically, yet still obviously joking lightly. "I thought you just wanted to drop by, say hi maybe. Ya know, be courteous." Anna gave him a soft push.
"'Ha ha' no." Her face becomes serious. "I really need some help Kristoff. Please?" She puts on a pathetic pout. Her obvious and shameless begging makes Kristoff sigh.
"Okay." Kristoff sits up, paying careful attention. "What do you need Anna?" The redhead lunges at the man.
"Thank you thank you thank you!" Anna says hugging the man tightly. Anna realizes what she is doing and jumps up quickly. Both of their faces pink slightly. She takes a deep breath. "Okay. So here it is. So I had a nightmare the other day and went to see Elsa and then I was like 'Let's have a picnic!' But then Elsa has to leave on a SHIP of all things and it's going to be hard for us to reconnect as sisters and become best friends if she's gone for two months and I can't go with her so this picnic has to be really special. Buuuuut, I don't know where we should do it and what kind of soup she would like or what kind of sandwiches to make and roast ice cream and-"
"Whoa slow down there fiesty pants." Kristoff raises his eyebrows in confusion. "Roast ice cream?" Anna smiles sheepishly. Kristoff turns to his reindeer pal. "Well Sven ole' buddy, what do you think she should do?"
"Well," Kristoff speaks in Sven's 'voice'. "First, she ought to calm down."
"I'm calm!" Anna says in a not-at-all calm tone, putting her hands on her hips. She looks at Kristoff accusingly.
The blonde man raises his hands in defense. "I'm just translating!"
"Yeah, sure." She folds her arms across her chest, rolling her eyes.
"Hey, if you don't wanna-" Kristoff begins but Anna cuts him off.
"No! No." She waves her hands frantically. The girl then sighs. "I'm sorry Kristoff. I really do need your help." Kristoff glances at Sven then back to Anna, waiting for something. "I'm sorry Sven." She says, understanding his silent answer.
"We forgive you." Sven 'says'. "Now I'm sure that Elsa will like whatever you made her to eat. She loves you no matter what."
"You really think so?" Anna asks, her eyes hopeful and sad at the same time.
Kristoff answers as himself this time. "I know so Anna. And I know the perfect place for your picnic."
"You do?" Anna jumps up. "Let's go!" Anna says excitedly, pulling on both of the blonde man's arms. "C'mon Kristoff!"
"I'm coming! I'm coming." Kristoff stands up slowly. Anna was already outside. "You comin' too Sven?" Sven huffs and shakes his head, his body language saying 'No thanks. I'm good. I've got carrots.' "If you say so buddy." Kristoff ruffles the reindeer's fur and walks out of the stables towards Anna.
"Thanks a lot Kristoff." Anna says, now much calmer than before. "Really."
"Oh it's no problem. I'm happy to-" Kristoff is suddenly cut off when Anna gives hims a quick kiss on the cheek. His face turns bright red. "Uh I-uh... Uh- L-lets go." Anna bites her lip, trying not to smile, but still smiling profusely. She clasps his hand and the two begin to walk. "So Anna. What did you make Elsa to eat?"
"Oh." Anna says, stopping. "Right."
Kristoff raises his eyebrows at her. "You did make something. Right?" Anna lets go of Kristoff's hand, which secretly makes him feel a little sad, but he doesn't show it.
"Well, I might have maybe forgotten." Anna avoids looking directly into his eyes.
"Really Anna?" Kristoff says incredulously. "You didn't make any food?" Anna gives her head a small shake. Kristoff sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Well, when the picnic going to be?"
Anna shuffles her feet and mumble something incomprehensible.
"Anna." Kristoff warns.
"An hour!" Anna practically yells. "The picnic is in an hour okay?" Kristoff could tell Anna felt bad, so he didn't critize her. She looks to the ground.
"Well then," He says suddenly, causing Anna to look up. "I guess we better hurry." Anna begins to smile so wide, Kristoff half expects her face to split in half.
"Thanks Kristoff!" She hugs him again. "You're the best!"
"I am aren't I?" He says with a smug look, causing Anna to laugh. "Now let's go."
Knock knock.
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No reply.
Knock knock knock.
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Still nothing. The twenty-nine year old guard Zane sighs in an annoyed manner and runs his fingers through his blonde hair. I didn't ask to come here. He thinks. It's not my fault that the guy is psycho. I just wanted to have a few days off. Escorting an ex-prince is not what I had in mind.
"Sir." He rapped at the door with his fist one last time. "We have arrived." Just as Zane turned to leave the door creaks open far enough for a man to peek through.
"We're in Weselton?" Asked the man in a suspicious voice.
"Yes sir Hans." Zane replies in a professional voice. The former prince scowls at the lack of title, but then puts on a mask of serenity when he remembers he isn't alone.
"Thank you." Hans nods his head in what appears to be gratitude, his face showing a certain kindness. Zane eyes the man dubiously. He had heard of his actions against Arendelle. Who hasn't? "You may leave now." Hans says, waving him away.
"Okay." Zane begins to walk away, but stops, "Just remember Hans, you aren't a prince anymore. You're just a faceless no-named ass." And with that, Zane finally left. Hans simply stood there, mouth gaping, internally fuming.
Just calm down Hans. The former prince calms himself. You, are, a prince. You may not have a title, thanks to that ice bitch and her bratty sister. But you'll get one. That is why you came to Weaseltown after all. Hans gathered himself and examined his 'room,' if one could call it even that. It was practically a broom closet. To the right, was a small wooden bunk, attached to the wall. To his left, was a toilet. Yes, a toilet. And it wasn't even separated from the rest of the room! Hans recoiled in disgust when he first came upon it. But he somehow managed to survive the four week journey without getting some disease. And finally, directly across from the door, was nothing. Nothing but a blank wall. Hardly fit for a prisoner, let alone a prince! Although Hans was arguably both, or neither, depending on who you asked.
The chestnut haired man walks in an arrogant way up to the castle. The sky is a blood red, the sun's nearly set behind the empty horizon. If he looked opposite to the sun he could see faded stars beginning to brighten. But Hans was not here to admire the scenery. He struts up a winding path that leads to the castle. He doesn't go in, but asks the front guard where he could find the duke.
"The duke? He's in his room I believe. Basement floor, third corridor, first room on the left."
Hans smiles at him. "Thank you good sir." His voice is sticky sweet. The guard starts to regret his decision, but it's too late for him to take it back now.
"Umm... Can I ask who you are, sir?" He asks, trying to recover what dignity he had for himself. Hans simply smiles warmly at the man and walks inside the castle. It is very nice. Hans compliments. Not as nice as the palace we have back in the Isles. But much better than that pathetic excuse in Arendelle. He somehow manages to both sneak, and remain in his arrogant posture, all the way to the duke's room. Hans makes certain that he is composed. He is wearing a simple red suit, with a black dress shirt underneath. His feet are donned with a dark pair of dress shoes that match his black tie. Nothing too extravagant. He then knocks thrice on the door.
"I'm coming." Came the muffled voice of the duke. He opens the door. He examines Hans up and down several times. "Who are you? You seem familiar."
"Allow me to introduce myself your Grace." Hans bows respectfully. "My name, is Hans."
"Hans?" The rat faced duke asks. "Formerly, of the Southern Isles?" Hans nods, trying not to glare. "Ahh... Yes. I remember you were at the corronation. If I'm correct, you went after the princess when she followed her sister?"
"I did. Until she betrayed me." Hans fakes a pained expression.
"'Betrayed you?' Why don't you come inside?" The duke looks worried and greedy at the same time, sensing an opportunity. He ushers Hans into the room.
"Yes. She and her sister played me for the hopeless romantic I was told I am. Anna." He winces at her name, for dramatic effect. "She, seduced me. Made me care for her. And then feigned death with her sister to make me look like the villain. I saw her die in my arms!" Hans exclaims loudly.
"You poor boy. I knew that the queen wasn't to be trusted, what with her secrets and lies. But her sister too?" The duke says in disbelief. Hans silently gestures in confirmation. "Madness. But why come to me?"
"I need your help. No one else can do it except you." Hans says pleadingly.
"Yes?" The duke regains a regal posture. "What is it boy?" He snaps, remembering each of their ranks. He's the higher one here.
Hans sits up too, his weepy frame had all but vanished. "It seems we have a common enemy. And I'd like revenge." He grinned wickedly. "Can I count on you to help?"
The duke smiled just as immorally. "Of course."
(A/N) So there it is! Chapter 4. Pretty exciting huh? (No it's not) I don't like this chapter as much as the last one. I always have fun writing this just so you guys know.
The reason I changed their birthdays was quiet simple. They were wrong. I was sitting... thinking... *FLASHBACK* Hmm. I put Elsa's birthday in November. Her coronation was her birthday, I think. Elsa froze summer. Elsa froze her coronation. HER BIRTHDAY'S IN SUMMER! Incorrect fact! I must fix it! Aw. I can't have BOTH of their birthdays in the summer. It would bother me too much. So I will put Anna's birthday in November, ooh. Future chapter idea. Hahaha. *END FLASHBACK* So there you have it.
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YAAAAAYY- Ahem! Sorry. I'm still a little excited. Thank you all for reading this... mess. I love writing this and you guys are AWESOME! I can't believe my story's doing this well. I have another idea for a different story. If I write it, I will tell you. Wait. What was that? Oh. Yeah. Okay, I'll stop typing now. Good luck and good bye, from,
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