Hi guys! Sorry for the long wait. I tend to do that a lot. I don't own Frozen. Sorry about that, I had a competition which... could have gone better. I've been preoccupied. Enjoy.

Kristoff turned the ancient parchment around in his hands, trying to decipher the trail it showed. To Serbia, no less.

Elsa bit back a gentle laugh, leaned forwards and flipped it over, pointing ahead to the left. "This way, if we want to avoid the canyon," she told him.

Kristoff humphed. "If it's still there, that is."

Sven and his owner shared a carrot and the sleigh took off in the direction Elsa had indicated.

It was practically daybreak by the time Elsa fell asleep. And she woke up again almost immediately, in a strange place with flickering green light - it was almost as if a million emerald candles were hidden behind translucent sheets of cloth. Even stranger, Anna was sitting cross-legged on the floor, doing her hair. Elsa blinked, then flew over to her sister, crushing her in an embrace.

"Oououhch-gdeva-stchihisch." Anna choked out. Elsa whimpered a laugh and released her hold a little.

"Anna," she whispered, tears falling and crystallizing in middair, "I'm so, so sorry,"

"I know," the younger girl laughed, "You said so a lot."

"Where are we?" Elsa sniffled, face buried in Anna's red hair, but able to peek out between strands.

"I don't know," Anna told her. "This is your dream, isn't it?"

"I'm still asleep?"

"Of course. Me too. But you're going to wake up soon."

"You aren't?"

"I don't know how. Maybe the Serbian trolls can help with that."

"So you're not really here?"

"Of course not. Neither are you. I'm a figment of your imagination. You wake me up, and I won't remember this, because you made it up in your head."

"Oh," Elsa said sadly. Anna ruffled her hair.

Elsa looked up, slightly confused but smiling. This was like a reverse of what they'd done as small children - ever rebellious, Anna had gotten in trouble more times than she could count, and Elsa had had to comfort her while she cried. Nobody had ruffled her hair since... she couldn't recall a time ever when anybody had ruffled it. But it felt nice, and Elsa leaned into Anna's touch.

Anna pulled back and cupped Elsa's cheeks. "Don't be afraid of the magic," she said seriously. "It can do great things. And don't force yourself to feel peaceful. That will make it worse later. Remember, freedom."

And then the flickering emerald light faded, and Elsa woke with Anna's serious eyes imprinted on her retinas.

And a pack of wolves trying to eat her face. Which wasn't exactly the best 'good morning' Elsa had ever received.

A knife-wielding Kristoff hacked at a wolf while trying to steer the sleigh. All traces of drowsiness gone, Elsa sat bolt-upright and blasted the creature away from Anna's boyfriend before dealing with her own. After the shock of being woken so suddenly, it was hard to conjure specific types of ice-blasts, but Elsa woke up pretty quick when one of the large wolves lunged at Anna. A surge of freezing wind and hail hit the wolves and shot the sleigh forwards about a hundred feet.

Kristoff shoved a final, smaller brown wolf off of Sven's back and just like that, the beasts were vanquished. Elsa blinked. If this was the only type of action they were going to encounter it would be a short but boring trip to Serbia.

Elsa cursed the traitorous thought. The last thing she needed was action. Boring was wonderful, really.

It was then that she realised that Anna was missing. "STOP!" She shrieked. Kristoff yanked on the reins, and the sleigh shuddered to a halt. At another time, he would have complained about the damage to his sleigh, what with all the stopping and starting and being blasted around the place, but he could hear the panic in the Queen's voice. And the second he turned around, he knew why. Wordlessly, the two of them jumped out of the sleigh and sprinted back the way they came.

Elsa knew it had been too easy.

...

It took half an hour to find the princess, and that was with Kristoff making another torch out of tree bark, and Elsa luring all of the wolves into a certain area and then slamming a wall of ice around them to keep them enclosed. Once they found Anna half-buried under a heap of snow (natural snow, Elsa told Kristoff defensively) and took off Serbia-wards, Elsa evaporated the ice.

She was nice like that sometimes.

Sometimes.

...

Elsa attatched Anna more securely to the sleigh, and then scrambled into the front with Kristoff. He looked at her sideways. "What?"

"You have to teach me to drive the sleigh." She told him with determination.

"No," was Kristoff's immediate answer, but it occurred to him that he'd just blatantly turned down the Queen of Arendelle. He didn't have time to apologise, though, because Elsa had already argued back.

"No, you have to. We can't stop anywhere to sleep, and you'll collapse of exhaustion if you try to stay up. Hence, I have to drive the sleigh." He looked at her doubtfully. "Besides, I can read the map better than you can."

Kristoff gave a little grin and nodded his assent, but he had his own private doubts. What if she made a mistake and hurt Sven? What if she accidentally froze everything from the stress of driving a sleigh? But he handed over the reigns and showed her how to guide Sven, how not to hurt him by tugging on the bit, and how to stop, slow and speed up. He waited up with her as she got the feel for the sleigh, and then clambered into the back, succumbing to a heavy sleep next to Anna. His dreams were filled with fluttering green light and a lively redheaded girl.

Well, there you are! Hope that satisfied you... Thanks for your follows, favourites and reviews, they are very much appreciated. I hope you can check out my other work while you wait for the next chapter. This one I thought was sweet, with inklings of humour, for everyone who was annoyed when I 'killed off' Anna and the themes were humour and family. Thanks again!