Okay, so this one may have been my fault. Does that mean it's ruined the entire trip? Depends on how you look at it.

I may or may not have suggested taking a route that led us to bandit country, that was still up for debate. So were our lives. Good news is, I don't think they know who we are. It helps to not dress so flashy.

There were still a few tidbits I needed to figure out. Where we were going. What they want from us. And how to get Elsa to shut up.

"Why did I even listen to you?" She whispered harshly as we rode along together, our hands tied to the saddle.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm still figuring that one out, it's not like you usually do."

I didn't even really try muttering under my breath, ignoring the icy daggers she sent my way with one look over her shoulder.

"I can't stand you sometimes-"

"All the time."

"-and I can't believe my father even chose you. You've been completely unreliable."

I chuckled sarcastically, "Didn't you want to make this trip as short as possible? I do remember you saying, I don't care which way we go as long as we get there."

She stayed quiet for the best minute of my life. It didn't last.

"Where did he even find you?"

"Do you really care to know?"

"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't, would I?"

For the love of all that is good, give me patience.

There was a gruff voice beside us, "keep up the bickering and I'll make sure you both stay on this horse all night when we make camp."

I was waiting for her to bite his head off. I admit, I was a little hurt when I realized I was a very special case.

I waited a few minutes before leaning close to her ear, making sure no one could hear, "I'm from Arendelle, princess."

She jumped slightly from the contact, back running a little straighter than usual. Giving me a questionable look, she watched my face for a moment, "I would've known you if that were true. You're hard to forget."

"Good eye, I aspire to be memorable. I was part of a small band of elite guards before being assigned with babysitting. I usually travelled with your father."

"... I know my father's guards."

"Sure, but have you ever travelled with him?"

Sweet silence, always short lived.

"See? You truly don't know everything. Don't take it to heart, I know it must be very difficult for you to be wrong." I teased with a smile on my lips. I never said I didn't enjoy playing with her temper. She just made it so easy.

Her face flushed, lips drawing back to a scowl as her brows crinkled together, "you're incorrigible."

"And you're a brat."

The bandit barked at us, "Ay, what did I say?!"

We held our tongues, riding in silence until an idea struck. With a dramatic sigh, I slumped forward, letting my dead weight fall on Elsa's back as she huffed in irritation. "What're you- get off of me!" I hushed her, dropping my head on her shoulder, "I feel faint, I'm not sure if I can handle this heat!" My tone was mocking, taking exaggerated huffs of air as I whined to Elsa. "Oh no, everything is fading and- and... I die!"

She scoffed, "You've got to be kidding me." With a final act of distress, I pretended to pass out over a very annoyed Elsa while the bandit ignored my antics, shaking his head.

I sighed happily, feeling my spine relax a bit from the long ride while she struggled to shrug me off. After a few minutes, she gave in. I honestly wasn't going to drag it for this long, but then she relaxed into me and it felt... Nice.

"For what it's worth, Elsa, you're not so bad when you're not barking at me."

"... Hush, the dead don't speak."

We stayed that way for the rest of the ride.