Chapter 7
As the day progressed on, Anna and Elsa finished up their shopping, Kristoff in the woods finding the perfect tree to freshly chop down with the reindeer Sven also hoping to run into someone that likes warm hugs to invite to a small Christmas party at the castle.
Kristoff and Sven's feet crunched in the crisp snow deep into the mountains, Sven's tongue sticking out of his mouth panting; dropping to the ground exhausted as was his best human friend. Kristoff's feet ached, sore beyond belief stopping in his tracks to face his reindeer bud, rolling his eyes knowing that he was tired as much as he was when hiking hours up a mountain to find the perfect tree.
"I know you tired Sven, I am too, but look at it this way buddy; the faster we get this done, the faster we get to go home. And I get to cozy up next to my fiancée drinking hot cocoa with mini marshmallows." Dozing off thinking of the hot rich chocolate sliding down his throat, the warmth radiating through his body, Sven stood up grunting happily with a ecstatic facial expression. "Of course you can have some to bud; come on."
They walked for two more hours examining tree after tree Kristoff seeing the sun heading down to the edges of the mountains, with the sky turning a mixture of orange and red. He sighed running the back of his blonde head with his gloved hand, he turned towards Sven with disappointment in his eyes to be replaced with curiosity for Sven nowhere in sight. He heard Sven's bugle, dashing towards the sound, his light brown eyes caught his buddy prancing in front of a 8 foot tree.
"Kristoff, I found a good tree." Kristoff lowered his voice to mimic Sven voice.
"Alright, buddy let me see." Kristoff's eyes trailed up and down the pine tree. "Hmm." Shaking his head impressed with it, placing his hand on Sven's neck lightly tapping it. "Nice job, bud." Kristoff went to the back of sled, gripping the handle of an broad axe. "Step back bud, get into position."
Sven turned away walking a more than couple feet away, backing up till the last platform was in falling distance. Kristoff aimed at the blade at the trunk ; and began to deliver the blows to the tree, the wood splintering, cracking till the last chop doing the trick. It fell to the platform that had ski's under them; Kristoff went back to the sled replacing the broad axe with long ropes, quickly tieing it down. Wiping the sweat off it brow.
"Hi, Kristoff." A familiar voice called out from behind him it was cheerful and innocent almost as if like a little kids. Kristoff turned around and stared straight down to the little snowman.
"Hey Olaf. Whats going on?"
"Nothing much just taking a stroll before the storm tomorrow."
"Storm?" Kristoff peers up to see nothing but clear skies, then shaking his head. "You coming over for Christmas tomorrow?"
"Yeah, wouldn't miss it, Anna, Elsa, you, and Sven. Snowball fights, building forts, ice skating, and snow angels."
"Don't you want anything for christmas?" Kristoff kneeled down still not at eye level of the snowman.
"Just to have all of you there with me is good enough, and maybe _" Olaf said enthusiastically, the last he whispers in Kristoff's ear and he nods.
"Alright, be there tomorrow; because it wouldn't be the same without you little buddy and will see if if Santa can bring you, your present." Kristoff rubbed his the back of his neck. 'Should I tell Olaf about Elsa's new boyfriend. I mean since Elsa did create Olaf wouldn't it be like Elsa is the mother. He'll find out tomorrow." Kristoff sighs rubbing the back of his neck.
"Something wrong Kristoff?"
"Nah, just tired so better get home. See you tomorrow Olaf." Kristoff went to the sleigh, hopping in taking hold of the reins.
"Bye Kristoff! Bye Sven!" Olaf yelled before Kristoff took towards the castle.
Elsa and Anna were snuggled up on the chaise longue, Elsa was reading leather bound book with many pages that hold adventure, sword fights, guns blazing, the cannons of a pirate ship blasting the hull of another ship, deaths, rape for which they despise pirates for and mostly skipped those parts. They read the book for hours till the moon rose high in the sky, Elsa and Anna fell to slumber moments after the sunset. Kristoff arrived to the library with a tray of hot chocolate with marshmallows in the steaming liquid, opening the door, walking through the door to hold a sight. Silent chuckle in his throat, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. He placed it down on the nearest coffee table, waving his hands over the steaming cup letting the scent to travel towards the two sleepy heads on the chaise. The scent lingered over slowly till it reached their nostrils with the scent of rich sweet milk chocolate goodness, their eyes snapped open; they both jolted upright on the longue.
"Chocolate!" The two royal sisters exclaimed with excitement as if they were little kids coming inside from playing outside all day in the freshly fallen snow.
"Not just chocolate, but hot chocolate and marshmallows. So drink up while it's still hot." He smiled, sitting in the oak chair with armrest and cushioned seats. He leaned back exhausted from today's activity, closing his eyes; he breathed in and exhaled slowly relaxing until something sparks in his mind. His eyes snapped open. "Oh, fuck!"
The girls jumped from their seat, startled by the sudden outburst, settling back down in their seats, Anna's eyebrow twitched up in annoyance.
"Kristoff language, I will not have you be tainting Anna's ears with vulgar language." Elsa gave him, her famous ice queen stare and her regal serious voice; that made Kristoff sweat droplets and a strained smile on his face.
"Yes, ma'am, I will." His voice cracked trying to sound strong, but even yoda could sense the fear in this one. (Yes I made a star wars reference in my fanfic. So what?) Elsa raised a brow, still giving him the icy cold glare. "I mean yes, I will keep my profanity to myself."
"Good, I dont need my sister's ear tainted by that crude profanity." Elsa went back to sipping her hot chocolate, when Kristoff's eyes meet Anna and slightly snickered.
'That's what Anna saying two weeks ago in our bed chamber as we were fucking till dawn.' Kristoff thought, with a mischievous grin, but didn't sustain long on his face when his Anna told him no sex until their honeymoon, 3 months away. Groaning.
"What's wrong?" Anna inquired.
"It's just that I forgot what Olaf wanted for christmas."
"Are You kidding me, you forgot what Olaf wanted Christmas." Anna voice raised a bit angry with future husband.
"It's been a long day considering I had to get the big arse tree. Also he doesn't give us anything for christmas, besides warm hugs." Kristoff retorted. "Which are really not warm."
"It's the thought that counts, Nathaniel would understanded that!I thought you would too!" There voices getting loud and forgetting about Elsa in the room feeling uncomfortable, trying to decide whether she should leave or not, from hearing her lover's name.
"I do understand that Anna, I was once an orphan as well!" Kristoff putting up a fight towering over his feisty strawberry blonde fiancée. Upon hearing the word, Orphan and it clicked together.
"Wait," Elsa began, as the two lovers stopped their quarrel, completely forgetting the queen and Nathan's girlfriend was there in the room with them. They turned to face Elsa face a mixture of emotions. "Nate's an orphan, how do you know about this?" Hurt, confusion was what she was feeling. "Well," Elsa stood crossing her arms over her chest, an eyebrow shot up and she was dead serious, "are you two going to answer my questions." Both hesitant to answer, from the look of intimidation that rolled off her in waves.
"You see here's how it happened, Kristoff you want to go first on this one honey." Anna nudge Kristoff with her elbow. Kristoff cleared his throat feeling a bead of sweat from his forehead slide down the side of his face.
"When you came back from your trip from Nathan's house to invite him to christmas and our wedding and you asked him about royalty ruining his life and not giving you a satisfactory answer. I went to get some, Sven and I rode to his house which is completely barren and he wasn't there. Besides some clothes and besides a sword hidden by a secret paneling."
"He has a hidden sword." Elsa seemed confused by this.
"Yeah." Kristoff was about to say something when Anna intervened.
"Don't forget about the book sweetie."
"Thank you, baby. Uh, yes okay where did I leave off, oh. So I confronted Nathan at work."
"How did you know he was a blacksmith?"
"Oh, simple I seen him go in for hours till nightfall leaving exhausted, sweaty, and with a full money pouch." Kristoff cleared his voice. "Now where was I," he tapped his temporal lobe a couple times, "oh right. I confronted Nathan about the sword, by unsheathing it and pointing it towards him."
"You threatened him." Elsa voice became venom, her hands began to frost over clenching her hands tightly into neat fists, trying to get a handle on her anger; not wanting cause incident to occur with her powers. She drew in her breath slow and steady and exhaled the air in her lungs.
"No, sort of I wanted answers. Just listen, so I asked him a couple of question like if he's trying to assassinate you, he said he feels a strong connection and that he really cares for you. Then I questioned about the sword, his reply was that it was his father's sword, the book I did also ask about that as well. He said the book was read to him and his little sister, but without the book, but they told it to them without the written words as if they were stories he made up for to drift them to sleep. Nathaniel was sad by the sound of his voice, his father went away far away as did his mother; his sister who knows." Kristoff finished.
"Far away, too far means that his father and mother were killed, I don't know about his sister." Elsa felt a stinging sensation in her eyes as she was holding back the tears that dare try to escape from her eyes. "This is how royalty ruined his life, they killed his family." she sat back down on the chaise longue, pondering the worst situation. "Please leave the both of you, I need a moment to think." Anna and Kristoff side glanced each other with the same worrisome expression on there face Kristoff took off first but Anna stood there. "Anna, please I need to think about this and I have to in privacy." Anna turned to walk off closing the door behind her. Elsa tears streamed down her face, her mind fearing the worst. 'Royalty ruined his life, maybe he's going to ruin mine. By hurting Anna to hurt me. No, I can't think like that, I'll confront him and if it is how I fear, I'll have to do something about him. If not…"
Nathan did some last minute christmas shopping, before heading back home; the long walk back home was exhausting him severely. When he got home, dragging his feet up the stairs to his room where he he dropped the items by his door; flopping down on his bed his eyelids drooping till snapped shut closed, fading off to slumber.
Trigger warning...
"Nate!" His little sister screamed in terror as you could hear wet slopping skin slapping.
"Stop, you bastards she only nine." Nate tries to look away but is forced to watch this nightmare.
"It hurts, mommy!" Fiona could barely speak while she was choking on her sobbing tears, drool, and snot.
"No, stop please, leave them alone. Tom!" Felicity pleaded as she was getting thrusted in roughly by a soldier.
"Your mother and sister are nothing but dirty filthy sluts, once were done taking turns, where going to beat you close to death; so you forever remember this moment. Your weak and always will be weak to help anybody, not even the ones you love." Nathan had tears stream down his face as he continued to watch. "Because everyone you love will die. ALWAYS." Tom spoke in his ears.
Nathan woke in cold sweat tears streaming down his face, he saw it was still dark. "Fuck you nightmares. Fuck you Rebekah for cursing me with these night terrors. Fuck you Markos, I swear I will kill you and your whole fucking corrupted soldiers, one of these years." He gripped his shirt where his heart is located, he felt the throbbing pain, the sting and crack as his heart shattered, tears streaming straight down his cheeks.
