A longer chapter this time;)

And to the person who was asking about my pen name, yes it is from a Fall Out Boy song, This Aint A Scene.

xxlayla

At five months pregnant, Anna had started to only now worry about her husband being away for most of the days. Kristoff left early in the morning to head up to the mountains with Sven and only came back when the sun had gone down. Elsa had been there for her, but it just wasn't the same as the father of her baby giving her the company she needed.

She sat on an arm chair in the library, Elsa reading a thick novel and herself chewing on cubes of ice.

"Why the ice cubes?" Elsa questioned, looking up from her book.

"They're supposed to cool me down. Apparently you're supposed to get really hot all the time during the second trimester or something." She continued to crumble on the ice as her sister chuckled. "If you say so. When was Kristoff coming back? It gets so quiet around here without him."

"He's usually back around seven." Anna attempted to shuffle her knees up to her chest, but stopped when they met her now large, round stomach. So, instead she just crossed them over one another and slumped her back further into the upholstery.

When seven thirty ticked around, Anna had begun to fret, lingering around the front hall, waiting for the arrival of her husband. But hours went by, one after another, and still Kristoff hadn't turned up.

When nine-thirty had turned into eleven—thirty, Elsa walked up to her younger sister cautiously and placed a cautious hand on her shoulder. "Anna, he'll show up, I'm sure. Why don't you go to bed and I'll stick around to wait for him?" She shook her head and whispered something about being too anxious to sleep. Elsa sighed and sat on the benches along with Anna, keeping her company with an arm around her shoulders.

At almost two in the morning, a heavy rapping was heard at the large front doors. Anna was up in a nanosecond opening them, only saddened to see it wasn't her husband. A burly, dark haired man stood on the steps, his hat in his hands and a melancholy expression transfixed on his features. "May I help you?" she asked, masking the disappointment in her voice the best she could.

"Your lady, it's your husband." The man didn't keep her gaze, avoiding it at all possible.

"What about him?"

He sighed and stepped to the left, revealing two other stocky built men holding a crumbled, limp figure, with blonde haired head tossed back. She gasped and brought her hands to her mouth, eyes stinging with tears. "Oh god." Kristoff's hair was partially matted in dry blood, which had trickled down his jaw in dark crusty streaks. His clothes were torn and ripped, soaked in scarlet. What scared her most was the gaping wound in his side, visible in the tear of his shirt. It was almost like someone had dug a knife into his flesh and viciously jerked it out.

"He was lying in the snow when we found him, unconscious. He's alive but losing a lot of blood." The man ruffled his beard and helped the other two bring in Kristoff. Setting him down on the carpet inside.

She sat down on her knees beside him and pulled his head into her lap. Using her fingers to stroke his hair, she found it calming for herself.

"Anna," Elsa came over and sat beside her. "What happened to him?"

"It looks like wolves." The dark haired man said from above them. Anna looked up. "Wolves?"

"They become more active in winter. He probably ran into a pack on his way home." Anna shed a tear and watched it fall onto Kristoff's chest, soaking into the fabric. Her elder sister scanned over Kristoff's unconscious body, thinking of way to fix his heavy bleeding. "Anna" she started, "I know a way to help him, but he needs to be conscious. I don't want to take any risks."

"What do you mean risks?"

"Anna trust me."

"What risks?"

She took a breath and laced her hand into Anna's. "I need to freeze the blood that's on his exterior and sew up the wounds quickly."

"That's going to hurt him isn't it?" she managed.

"Yes, it's going to be excruciating."

Anna wavered the smelling salts under his nose hesitantly, using her other hand to push back the hair that swept his forehead. When she saw his mouth begin to twitch, she smiled a little. "Kristoff?" he groaned huskily and started to stir at her voice. "Anna…"

"Yes it's me. Do you know what happened?" He tried to sit up, but Anna quickly put her hand on his chest and lowered him back down on the carpet. He began to blink slowly, revealing the familiar amber irises she loved. "Just stay down ok?"

His face twisted in agony, as if he was just starting remember being ripped to pieces. "I was on my way back… And ran into a pack of-of wolves. I don't know what happened after that-"

"Ok, shh." She hushed him, bringing her index finger to his lips. "That's all I need to know. Just lay down now honey."

"Are you ok?" he managed.

"I'm fine Kristoff. We both are." She smiled and placed a hand on her prominent belly, gesturing that there baby was safe. "I'm worried about you though. You really had me scared. Elsa's going to help you though, because you're bleeding a lot and I need you to know that what she's about to do is going to hurt a fair bit."

He nodded and looked at Elsa who had sat back down with Anna, holding what seemed to be a steel dish filled with metal instruments. Raising his head he began to notice large reels of thread also in the dish, and several lethal looking needles. "You're going to stitch me up, huh?"

"I'm sorry Kristoff. But it's the only way." Elsa apologized before glancing at Anna. "She can't afford to lose you." He mumbled what seemed to be a 'just get on with it' and grasped his wife's hand for reassurance.

Elsa began to thread the cotton into the eye of the needle, tying the end with a double knot. She navigated it to his abdomen, where most of the damage was, hovering her other hand to freeze the blood that oozed out of the raw, and painful gash. "This is just going to numb the pain a little."

"C-cold. That's really c-c-cold." Stuttered Kristoff, burying his head further back in Anna's lap. Anna combed her fingers through his blondeness, easing his nerves of the pain to come.

Elsa held her breath and edged the needle closer to his skin. "Just stay very still."She pulled the skin taught and fed the needle through, continuing despite Kristoff's inhuman growls of agony. As the thread followed through, dragging as it went; he gripped his wife's hand to the point where it was turning blue. Elsa continued working her way down the gash, completely blocking out his heavy cursing and huskily yelps. By the time she had tied a triple knot at the end; her fingernails were caked in his dried blood. "Relax Kristoff, the worst part is over." Anna hushed him and kissed his temple.

After not too long, Elsa had sewn all the wounds that needed attention and was at the bathroom basin, rubbing disinfectant into her hands. She wasn't at all shocked when she saw Anna's head peak through the door in the mirror reflection. The girl was distraught by the look of her, no one should have to go through with watching their lover scream in pain. "Hey." She mumbled quietly.

"Hello," Elsa raised a corner of her mouth, continuing to scrub her fingernails clean. "Has he stopped complaining?"

"Not yet. He says you made him cold." She came in through the door and sat on the wooden stool by the window.

Elsa chuckled and grabbed a towel to wipe her hands, after turning the sink faucet off. "We're lucky someone found him." She said in a melancholy manor.

"I don't even want to think about what would have happened Elsa." She paused and then got up, "I'm going to crash down here to sleep. I don't really want to go to bed alone." Her sister nodded and helped her out of the room. They called for Kai and Gerda to help them with a mattress, to place down in the front hall, where Kristoff lay under the large crystal laced chandelier. Along with it, they each hauled blankets and duvets, and several large pillows, until they had a nest of comfort to lie upon. Elsa had gone up to her room already when Anna crawled on all fours, next to Kristoff.

She pressed her lips to his and murmured. "Are you better?"

"A little. Stitches hurt like a bitch though."

"It'll hurt less tomorrow. Now come on, it's been a hell of a night. Let's just go to bed ok?"

She snuggled against him, wary and careful of his stomach where the largest stitch resided, and instead placing her hands higher on his chest. She drummed her fingertips lightly on his pasty, bare skin. Kristoff smiled for the first time that night, feeling the comfort of home once again. He had almost grown familiar to the snow's burning, numb feel as he had laid in it helplessly for so long. The endless opportunities of his life flooded into his mind, knowing forwell if he had died in the snow, he'd never be able to seize them. He'd lose Anna, and of course he'd never see their awaiting baby. It seemed almost criminal to think. "I love you." He said above a whisper.

"I love you too Kristoff, but please don't ever scare me like that again." He dug his calloused fingers through her strawberry blonde locks, a sort of gesture to say that he wasn't going anywhere, he'd stay with her.

Out of nowhere in particular he chuckled throatily to himself. Anna propped herself up and cocked her head to the side in confusion. "What?"

"Isn't it strange to you that you're five months pregnant now, and you still haven't considered baby names at all?"

She bit her lip, beginning to agree with the all of a sudden statement. "That's true. What names do you like?"

"Hmmm…. What names do I like?" He brought his arm above his head and splayed the other around Anna's middle. "For a girl I like Lena."

"Lena, huh? As in the Swiss Lena?" he nodded. "And a boy's name?"

"Uh, the baby isn't going to be a boy." Kristoff said blatantly. Anna laughed "And why not?"

"Because you don't want a boy, Anna. They're vile creatures. And take it from me I am one, they're gross, messy and they really couldn't care less about a single thing."

"Alright then, no boy." She started to patter her finger tips against his chest again until he piped up, "What about you though Anna?"

Anna hadn't really thought about it. The idea of being pregnant and actually holding a little someone inside her was still very foreign to her. She guided his hand onto her round belly and held it there, softly speaking sentences into his chest. "If I were to have a little girl, I'd want to name her Heidi. And If I had a boy-"

"No boys." He cut in.

"Note when I say if Kristoff." She rolled her eyes. "IF I were to have a baby boy, I'd name him Nicholas, just so I could call him Nico."

Kristoff stifled a weak laugh, "Too bad it isn't a boy!" She smacked his shoulder and gave him a look, as if she trying to say, You aren't the one five months pregnant are you?

Hey my lovelies,

Fast chapter update on this one. I've always thought about Kristoff and his occupational hazards, so this was kind of it. Now the names I chose are some of my favorites that just happen to be European. I've always wanted a cute innocent name like Gerda, or Anna, or Heidi. It's just annoying to explain to everyone you meet that you aren't a stripper. Anyway reviews are much appreciated!

xxlayla