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Chapter 10

Kristoff

It wasn't like he was expecting to be caught in the single biggest snowstorm since the Eternal Winter incident. He'd packed light, thinking that things would be simple until they reached Bergan. Obviously, Kristoff was wrong.

They were one day into their journey when Anna woke up that morning.

"Kristoff! Kristoff, wake up!" she said, shaking him awake. He opened his eyes, and could see condensations frozen on the roof of the tent he had set up the night before. It hung down like thousands of tiny icicles.

"What?" he said, not wanting to leave the comfort of his leather sleeping bag.

"Kristoff, you have to see this." Anna said. He groaned, and left the warmth. He'd slept in his clothes the night before, because it was cold, what else would he do? He opened the flap of the tent. The forest around the tent was filled with a light fog. The trees had an essence of frost on them.

"What's the big deal? So it got cold last night." he said, inspecting the trees.

"Look." Anna said, moving his head. There, across the clearing he saw something that brought back bad memories. A snowstorm was roaring on the other side of the forest, but stopped immediately a few dozen yards in front of Kristoff. It was like a wall of wind and snow. Kristoff's eyes widened, but he didn't say anything. He walked a few steps closer to the storm.

"Do you think it's-"

"It's not Elsa or Stian. The storm is blowing from the direction of Bergan… At least… If I knew anything about Ice magic hocus pocus, that's what I'd say." Anna said.

"Where's Olaf and Sven?" he asked.

"They went to investigate." Anna answered. They heard a muffled commotion on the other side of the blustery wall of snow and wind. "Here they come now." she said. Olaf and Sven entered the clear part of the forest, and immediately collapsed. They were coated in snow.

"Olaf, what happened?" Kristoff asked.

"It's cold over there, like 'too cold for a snowman' cold." Olaf explained. Sven nodded in agreement. Kristoff wandered closer to the wall. He put his gloved hand up to the storm.

"Kristoff, wait!" Anna called. "You heard Olaf. We have no idea how cold it is in that storm." Kristoff nodded, and backed away.

"Well, that's the way to Bergan, so if any of you guys have any ideas on how to get past it, I'd love to hear them." Kristoff said. They thought for a while, when they heard the wind intensify. They storm slowly began to move toward the group. They scurried back. The storm reached the tent they'd set up, and sucked it in. Kristoff had a feeling he wasn't going to see that tent ever again. The storm continued pushing foreword, until the winds suddenly died down, and it stopped moving.

"Huh. That's weird." Anna said, looking at Kristoff. It was.

"It's making its way toward Arendelle." Kristoff realized.

"But… That means-" Olaf started to say.

"Whoever is controlling this storm is headed to Arendelle." Anna finished.

"Yeah, that's what I was going to say." Olaf said. "That's what I was going to say." he whispered to Sven. The reindeer nodded.

"Should we head back?" Anna asked.

"I don't think so. Stian and Elsa wanted us to find whoever is behind the freezing of Bergan. It he's coming this way, so we need to find him." Kristoff decided.

"But that storm's cold. Like 'too cold for a snowman' cold." Olaf said again.

"And how are we even supposed to find this man?" Anna asked.

"I believe you already have." came a voice. It sounded weak but it was still overbearing, much like the snowstorm hovering in front of the two. From the storm emerged an old man, shivering. Kristoff thought he looked like Father Christmas. His beard grew down to his feet, and he wore a blue cloak.

"Who are you?" Kristoff asked.

"I came to find you two-" the man coughed, "Please help me! This evil sorcerer has cursed this land. I need the assistance of the Snow Queen." he coughed again.

"She hates being called that." Anna said.

"So sorry, my dear. And who might you be?" the man asked, approaching Anna. Kristoff wasn't too sure about this old man, but he genuinely seemed like he needed their help.

"I'm Princess Anna… Oh- Of Arendelle." she said.

"Princess? Your sister must be the Snow Queen?" he asked.

"Again, she'd rather you not call her that, but yes. Queen Elsa." Anna answered. The old man turned to Kristoff.

"Please, you must take me to her!" he begged.

"Why should we trust you?" Kristoff asked.

"Oh, Kristoff! Just look at him, he's ancient! You can always trust old people!" Olaf said. The old man nodded in agreement.

"Why do you need to see Elsa?" he asked.

"Your Queen is the only one who can stop this storm! I believe it's heading to your Kingdom, Averndill." he said.

"Arendelle, and she's not the only one. The King, Stian could help too." Anna said.

"Stian? The King?" the old man asked.

"Yes?" Anna said, confused.

"Please!" he begged again, dropping to his knees, "My family back in Bergan will freeze to death if the Queen doesn't stop this storm!" the old man begged. Kristoff thought for a while. This old man seemed terrified of the storm, and he seemed like he was concerned for his family. Kristoff knew he could trust this man.

"Fine. I'll need your name first." Kristoff said.

"Odin. That's my name. Quickly, now-" he coughed, "to Averndill!" he said mounting Sven with complication.

"Okay Odin. Just remember, Arendelle's in a sort of… Tender state when it comes to snow. Just… convince Elsa or Stian to stop the storm, and we'll send you back to Bergan with a private Guard, okay?"

"Yes! Thank you!" Odin said. Odin sat on Sven, while Kristoff and Anna hooked the sleigh up to the reindeer.

"You sure about this, Anna?" Kristoff asked.

"Pretty sure. This old man Elsa and Stian saw fourteen years ago couldn't be this man. He'd be way older. Let's just agree to get him in and out of Arendelle as fast as possible, okay?" Anna asked.

"My thoughts exactly. Ready to go, Old Man?" Kristoff asked.

"Ready, my boy!" he answered. Kristoff and Anna sat in the sleigh, while Olaf and Odin rode on Sven's back. The storm shifted again, and slowly started moving in their direction.

"Run, Sven! Back to Arendelle!" Kristoff ordred.

Soon, they were galloping through the forest, returning to Arendelle to stop the winter.