Sorry this chapter took so long to post, I had issues, was writing more for my MC's, a few more one-shots. This fell to the wayside and I feel terrible. But all around... YAY FOR THE NEW CHAPTER! I want to tell you what to look forward to, but that would ruin stuff. So I won't. I will say this, I thought a lot about Elsa and Kirstoff and their pasts (not directly stated in the movies, but implied) when writing this chapter.

Enjoy (and...you know... review... maybe?)

Elsa woke slowly, and when she opened her eyes she found herself once again surrounded by snow. Sitting up slowly, she realized she had already missed that gorgeous moment she had seen the night before. Than the realized that Kristoff was not in the room. Not that it was proper, but before she knew what she was doing; she was out of the room and looking for him. A strange panic filled her when she couldn't find him. She was nearing a panic when she spotted something from one of the windows.

She looked out, and saw a sled being led up the hill. The man who was sitting in the sleigh, jumped from his seat, unhooked the beast pulling the sleigh and grabbed a bag from the items on the back of the sleigh. He looked up for a moment, seemed to speak to his beast, and then began climbing the stairs. Elsa was nervous about this new visitor and was hiding behind a wall she had frosted over to keep herself invisible. She felt incredibly weak as she waited for the doors to open. She knew that once she saw who it was, they would never know she had hidden crouched behind the wall. But she wanted to see them before they saw her.

She didn't notice that she stopped breathing when the doors began to open. But then the man walked through and pulled off his hood. Relief flooded her and spilled from her mouth as she recognized Kristoff. Her body seemed to take control, and all of a sudden she found herself wrapping her arms around his form. He hardly hesitated before he hugged her back. She took a deep breath in. Her heart beat furiously, both in joy at being able to touch someone without worrying about harming them, and with the nearness of this man.

She didn't know how long she stood there, but she realized that she was not acting like a proper lady. She felt herself flush as she pulled back and turned her eyes to the bag he carried so that she didn't have to look at his face quite yet. "Good Morning Kristoff. What did you bring?"

"Morning, M'lady." Elsa's head shot up.

"No! I am Elsa here. I am only Elsa..." She trailed off as she caught his eyes, and a strange warmth flooded her at the happiness that seemed to leak from his eyes at her words.

"Elsa." He seemed to taste her name and it sent odd shivers down her spine. But this time her training held, and her body didn't budge. But she couldn't look from his eyes, and she licked her lips nervously. He seemed to see straight through her. And he wasn't looking away either.

Kristoff had woken up not long before the sun would rise, and he groaned slightly. Standing up from the chair he had slept in, he stretched the new kinks that had found their way into his back. He released another quiet groan and glanced over to the bed. The blanket of snow-covered everything but her face. Her face looked so peaceful that he smiled at her. He was glad she hadn't woken up during the night, she had obviously need the rest.

Slipping from the room, he went looking for food. He was planning on having her breakfast ready when she woke. She was royalty and would probably be expecting that. But he was surprised to find that the only things that even slightly resembled food, where ice sculptures in what appeared to be a big dining room. When he realized this, Kristoff felt his heart ache for the sleeping woman upstairs. He didn't think she could survive on snow alone, he knew he couldn't. So he went out the main doors, using the dawn light to carefully go down the long staircase.

Sven was sulking by the sleigh. Kristoff felt guilt sweep through him as he realized he had left his friend out in the snow all night. "Sorry buddy."

"Oh?"

"Yes. I shouldn't have left you out here, things just got a little... hectic inside and Queen Elsa fell asleep, and I didn't want to leave her alone, and I ended up falling asleep in the chair next to her bed... what?"

During the explanation, Sven had appeared more and more interested. It was when Sven had snickered in his reindeer sort-of-way, that Kristoff exclaim. "Queen Elsa? As in the Queen? And why would she let you near her in the first place?"

Kristoff sighed. "I don't' know buddy. But she seems to be all alone. She doesn't even have any food."

"No food?"

"Nothing. Just some ice sculptures that look like some fruit."

"How will she survive?"

"I don't know..."

"How will we?"

Kristoff thought of this, and remembered something from his childhood. Thinking quickly, he calculated and realized that there was a snow cabin not too far from the North Mountain. The Ice Men who had helped raise Kristoff before he had met his current family always kept them stocked in case someone got snowed in. Because it was summer, if Kristoff brought the food from the cabin there to the ice palace, it shouldn't cause any problems. In fact, once winter started to come around again, they would have to restock it anyway.

Kristoff told Sven the plan. "And what about the Queen?"

"What about her?"

"What if she wakes before we get back."

This was a valid point. But he could think of no way to let her know that he was leaving without waking her. And he was very reluctant to do that. "We will just have to try to get back before she wakes up."

Sven didn't seem to think it was possible, and Kristoff silently agreed, but he began to hook Sven to the sleigh. He figured he could just beg forgiveness if he was too late.

The cabin was sealed up tight, and it took Kristoff some serious work to get the door to open. "The wood must have expanded with all the melted snow going into the air." He walked over to the cupboards, opened them, and felt his mouth hang open a bit. This had to be the most well stocked cabin he had ever been to! He took about three-fourths of the supplies, loading it all on to the sleigh. He was surprised to find that even the perishable supplies were fairly fresh, and he nibbled on a slightly bruised apple as he and Sven headed back toward the mountain. It didn't take long for them to reach where the snow began, and not long after that to arrive back at the castle.

He was surprised to find that they were back only slightly after the sun had fully risen from the horizon. Jumping from his perch he grabbed the bag of apples after un-hooking Sven. "Don't forget me this time!" Sven insisted.

Kristoff nodded his head. "I won't. I'll see if Lady Elsa would provide a ramp for you to come up to the palace a little later." Sven nodded and accepted this. Kristoff glanced up at the beautiful castle and knew that he would soon be speaking to an equally beautiful woman. It made his palms slightly sweaty just thinking about it. Even with all the advice he had been supplied with by his family, he had never actually been around such an attractive woman for such a long time. But he wiped his palms on his pants and climbed the stairs.

He was surprised that the doors opened before he even reached them, shrugging slightly, he entered the main room and pulled his hood off. There was a noise from above him, and he watched as a blur ran to him. When the weight finally pressed to his chest, and his arms had automatically wrapped around the smaller form, did he realize that this was Elsa. Queen Elsa... he reminded himself. But it was hard to remember that when she fit so well in his arms. The scent of frost on a crisp night drifted from her hair, and he breathed it in.

But then she was pulling back. She didn't look at him, but was instead staring at the bag of apples. "Good Morning Kristoff. What's in the bag?"

Remembering his place he responded. "Morning M'lady..." but before he could go on she caught his eye and glared.

Worried he held his breath, but then he heard her words. "No! I am Elsa here. I am only Elsa..." She wanted him to call her Elsa. She didn't care that they were from two different worlds. They could be friends. The last word tasted sour, but he did not even dare for more than that. He may not have spent a lot of time around women, or humans for that matter, but that didn't mean he didn't acknowledge that they led to very different lives. After she had control over her power, he would be probably be cast aside. But that was very hard to remember, when she looked at him like that.

She was staring him straight in the eye, he would have been nervous, if her own blue eyes hadn't enraptured him. They glowed like the ice one would find coating Sky Lake during the winter. It was the most beautiful sight, and her eyes were so much more. His eyes moved from her eyes when movement from her mouth caught his eye. She licked her lip, and it was mesmerizing. Realizing he was staring at her lips a little too much, he turned his eyes back to hers. He watched as she took a very hesitant step forward. They were closer now, the shape of their breath disintegrating at the same spot between them.

She licked her lip again and this time he found himself stepping closer. Close enough that they could have hugged again. But they weren't. He was looking down at her, and she was looking up at him. Their breath was one, and time seemed to halt for just a moment. Than her lips were coming closer. He gulped nervously before closing the distance.

His lips lay against hers for a moment. She pulled back and he almost panicked, but she was just changing the angle. And that was good. This was perfect. They kissed slow, and Kristoff felt his mind freeze over. Despite being a controller of ice, her lips were so warm. They were so soft. So right.

Eventually they pulled back and stopped kissing. Kristoff felt the welcome weight of her arms around his neck, and he realized that he had wrapped his arms around her waist at some point. He shifted his pelvis slightly away from hers, not wanting her to know just how much their kissing had affected him.

But their eyes had never left one another, and he saw hers begin to work once more. He didn't step back, he didn't want to, but he was prepared for the reaction. Or so he thought. Because the first thing she said was a breathy, "wow." And he couldn't resist pulling her back and kissing her a little more firmly. He wanted to taste her, to press his tongue to hers. But he felt that this wasn't the time. He had never kissed a woman the way he was kissing this gorgeous and powerful one in his arms before. He also had a sneaking suspicion, that she was just as inexperienced as he was. So he would let her set the pace.

She hadn't meant to kiss him. But she was so glad that she did. The first kiss had been absolutely breathtaking. Just as she read that all first kisses should be. She felt nerves at the back of her mind about her inexperience, as he seemed to know what he was doing. He seemed to know exactly what to do to make her mind waver. Her thoughts were scattered and disjointed as they kissed a second time. The feel of his warm muscular arms pulling her closer, while his lips seemed to dance and press against hers in a dizzying rhythm.

She began to feel warmth pool between her legs, and felt panic fill her. She, of course, knew what came from kissing. She knew what kissing was meant for. And that had always panicked her. Not only because she had always assumed it would be impossible, but because the thought of becoming that vulnerable was chilling. And the thought of it now, was cooling the new heat, and clearing her mind. She kissed him just a few more times, pulling the kiss to a close. She didn't want this to be the last time thought, and she thought desperately about what she should say when they were done kissing.

When they pulled away finally, her mind still was blank, but her mouth found the words she was looking for. "Thank you." The look in his eyes was worth it, and once again her words had him kissing her again. But this time it was a simple and quick kiss, and for some reason this one made her knees go weak even more than the previous two.

A momentary awkwardness filled the air, and she was relieved when she spotted the bag which now lay on the floor a few feet away. She walked over to it and picked it up for him, the top was open just a little and she peaked in. Her mouth instantly watered and her stomach rumbled in complaint. The sight of the apples in that bag looked more tempting than even the feast at the coronation ball. Kristoff chuckled. "Go ahead, I know it's not much, but I thought you might like breakfast that wasn't made of ice."

A grin broke across her face, and the sensation was one she hadn't felt in such a long time. But she pressed the feeling of melancholy aside and reached into the bag. She noticed that the apples weren't completely fresh, but she didn't care as she bit into the apple. It was still juicy and some of it slipped past her lips and down her chin.

The taste of the apple, after nearly 2 full days without anything to eat, instantly became the most amazing thing she had ever tasted. A low sound rumbled from her throat as she swallowed, and she felt herself blush. She had never made a sound like that before. She glanced nervously at Kristoff and found him staring at her with an intensity that made her spine shiver once more, though she couldn't have kept that in for all she was worth.

Kristoff had to force himself to remain where he was when he heard Elsa moan like that. She glanced at him nervously, and he had to swallow to keep from walking over to her and tasting the apple in her mouth. Desperately he thought of anything to say that would change the mood, something... or someone. Latching on that he opened his mouth. "M... Elsa. My friend, Sven, who is a reindeer by the way, would like to come up to the palace."

She seemed a little confused but then nodded her head. "He is welcome, of course."

"Well he can't see to be able to climb the stairs. They are too slippery for him at the moment."

"Oh." She blinked a few times thinking before smiling at him. It wasn't as big a smile as the one she had given him a few moments earlier, but it was still beautiful and made his heart beat a little faster. "I have an idea." She walked over to the main doors and they opened before her. Standing at the top of the stairs she placed her hand on the top step, and he watched as every step was coated with something.

"What did you do?"

She was staring at her hands a little wondrously, as though she couldn't believe they had done what she asked. "I melted the tops slightly and covered it with frost. It should make it so he doesn't slip."

"Shall we check." He held out his arm automatically, doing something he had seen a royal man do one for a woman. He almost pulled his arm back, but she hooked her hand on the crook of his arm and nodded. He understood at once why they royalty walk like this, well at least the men. The feeling of her delicate hand place on his arm, made him nearly swell with pride.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, they found Sven sitting there patiently. Kristoff waited until Elsa released his arm before he walked over and rubbed his friends head. "Sorry about the wait pal."

"I can see why it happened."

"Shhh." Kristoff hit his friends head a little. Suddenly, he remembered being a small child when other kids would make fun of him for talking with his reindeer and he turned nervously to Elsa. But she didn't seem to find it odd at all, instead she approached Sven cautiously. Sven sniffed at her a moment, and Elsa cautiously lifted her hand, after a quick moment, her hand was coated in a thick frost and she ruffled the reindeer's head."

"You don't have to do that you know, Sven is blessed the same way. Not even his hair will freeze."

She turned large eyes to him. "Really?"

He nodded. "Sven was my only friend, and they wanted to make sure he would be my friend for a long time. He will live longer than other reindeer, and my family made it so I could hear his thoughts." Kristoff looked down at his feet as he continued, not quite sure why he was telling her everything. "When I was younger I was made fun of at first about talking to myself out loud."

"But you were actually talking to Sven." Elsa responded. Kristoff looked up and caught her understanding gaze.

"Yeah. And so I started saying everything that he was thinking out loud myself. I almost don't realize I do it anymore. I try not to do it around humans at all. They all think I'm crazy."

"You aren't crazy." Kristoff looked at her, and found her suddenly closer than he had expected. She laid a hand on his arm and gave him a small smile, and he saw an understanding in her eyes once more. "You did what you had to."

Without really knowing why, Kristoff pulled Elsa into a hug and stood there for a few moments. She didn't argue just rested her cheek against his chest and breathed deeply. After a little while though, Sven made a snorting noise, and they pulled apart. "Sorry pal."

"Buddy, Pal, all you want is a really good..." Kristoff immediately stopped saying what Sven was communicating, and Kristoff glared at the reindeer.

"What was that?" Elsa asked.

"I was just trying to keep from repeating everything aloud, especially because you know I am not talking to myself." Unwilling to let Elsa know the rest of his crude friend's thought.

"I kind of like hearing what he is saying. Do you think your family will let me understand him as well?"

Kristoff felt himself freeze a little. It sounded like she wasn't planning on leaving him at all. And she wanted to meet his family. Kristoff gulped nervously. On one hand, he wanted to say no. He had no idea how his family would react to him bring a woman with him. On the other hand, he didn't want to say no to her at all. He would even give her his sleigh if she asked.

Upon realizing this he nodded his head. "I don't know if they can let you hear what he is thinking, but we can certainly go and ask them. They may even have some advice for how to control your powers some more."

"Really?" Elsa looked so hopeful that he hoped with all his heart that they would have something to help her.

"I hope they do."

"I do too." She grinned at him, then gestured to where the sleigh was sitting. "So what is all this?"

"Food."

She looked at him, it seemed, with wonder. "How did you get so much food so fast?"

He felt a small blush fill his cheeks and he mentally shook away his pride at being able to get her food. "Before I moved in with my family, I lived with the Ice Men. They were the ones who taught me everything I know about ice. They have huts around the mountains for anyone who gets lost in a snowstorm during the winter. It looks like the nearby cabin was recently restocked."

"Won't they need all this for the winter?" Elsa eyed the supplies nervously.

"They restock at the beginning of winter as well. There shouldn't be a problem, I did leave some food behind anyway."

"Oh good." She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, I will get all this up into the castle. We can go visit my family in a few days, if you really want to."

She nodded her head firmly. "I do."

"Ok."

"Ok."

They grinned stupidly at each other for a few moment's more until Sven once again snorted. Blushing, they looked away from each other. Elsa helped Sven up the stairs, and created him ice quarters that she thought he might like, and Kristoff took three trips to get everything to the palace. Securing the sleigh where no wonders might find it, he went up the castle and found Sven's new room and found Elsa curled up against his side petting his head absently. The sight etched itself into his memory.

So? What did you think?

Next up: Elsa meets with Kristoff's family of Trolls, and they have a very familiar response.