Author's Note:

I hope you all liked the version of Let it Go! Hopefully, I can do more add-on tidbits like that in the future. For now, enjoy the chapter!

This story is rated T for dark content and some strong language, just so you know.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Frozen or any of its characters or plots, I only own my twists and changes!

"So who are you?" Anna said, turning towards her strange rescuer.

He frowned as he kept looking ahead, the reindeer going at a slower pace now than their initial escape. "I'm Kristoff," he replied.

"Uh-huh. And why were you near the castle in... winter gear?" she said, surveying him up and down.

"Because I knew about your sister. And we thought she would do something violent today, she had the perfect opportunity."

She raised an eyebrow. "Who's 'we', you and the reindeer?"

"Sven?" He laughed. "No, me and the trolls." Kristoff then frowned and studied her. "Do you not remember the trolls?"

"No... should I remember trolls?"

"They thought your memory would come back by now." He shook his head. "Haven't you ever wondered how you got that scar?"

Suspiciously, Anna touched the long, jagged scar on her forehead that was now faded and white from time. "What do you mean? It was a sledding accident."

"No... it was Elsa."

"What?" Anna gasped and stared at him. "You can't be serious. She wouldn't do this. I was so young, she wouldn't do it when we were just kids..."

"From what I know, it was an accident. But she still did it." Suddenly, he straightened in the seat and surveyed the trees around them. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Then she heard it- a low, long howl coming from behind. She slowly turned in her seat, and behind the sled, she could see gleaming eyes on the dark.

Quickly, Kristoff flicked the reins, and Sven was off at a sprint through the woods. Both Anna and Kristoff could hear the yapping and yowling of wolves behind them, getting closer and closer. Kristoff stood and turned in the seat towards the back, climbing to the back of the sled and grabbing an ice pick. "Stay there!" he said, leaning over the back and preparing to hit one of the wolves.

"Like hell I will!" she shouted over the sound of the bounding hooves and barking. With that, she half jumped, half tripped over the back of the driver's seat into the back of the sled. She then righted herself and looked for some sort of weapon in the cluttered mass of objects. Finally, she found a snow shoe and grabbed the end, then leaned outwards and began swinging at the wolves. Their pursuers were being wary of Kristoff's ice pick, but one of them simply latched onto the snow shoe with its teeth and she let go almost immediately. She turned back to look for something else, but her eyes widened as she saw what was ahead. "Kristoff!" she shouted, pointing towards it.

He paled at the sight of the oncoming cliff. Quickly, he tucked the ice pick into his belt and climbed back up to the driver's seat. "Faster, Sven!" he shouted as Anna climbed up next to him.

"We can't possibly make it across!" she yelled, fear quickly flooding across her face.

He frowned, then gestured towards the reindeer. "Get on his back, right now!" he ordered, flicking the reins once again.

She hesitated for a second, then followed his orders, recklessly jumping onto his back. She almost slid off immediately, but she grabbed onto his harness to stabilize herself. Seconds before they reached the gap, Kristoff cut the ropes holding Sven to the sled, and the reindeer, with Anna on his back, leaped forward into the air. He easily got to the other side, and Anna turned to watch as Kristoff jumped off of the sled.

He's not going to make it across, she realized, and quickly slid off of Sven's back, running back towards the edge. Kristoff, only a foot away from the edge, began falling downwards, and Anna quickly reached outwards. Their hands quickly clung together, and Anna struggled to keep holding onto him as their grip began slipping. Then she felt Sven's warm fur under her other hand, and she quickly grabbed onto him, using him as an anchor. With a snort, Sven began walking away from the edge, pulling Kristoff to safety.

As soon as he was fully on the snowy ground, he chuckled. "What a ride, huh?" he said, standing up and brushing the snow off of him.

Anna couldn't help but giggle as well. "That was actually kinda fun," she said, looking back at the wolves, who were gradually turning away from the edge and running back into the forest. "It could've gone a lot worse, though."

"It could've. But it didn't." He smiled, then it gradually faded as he looked back down at the kingdom. "Of course, there is the question of what to do now."

Looking down the cliff, Anna saw the broken ruins of Kristoff's sled, lying in the snow. "I'll replace your sled when this is all over," she said apologetically.

He shook his head, still looking at the kingdom. "I'm not sure this is going to end anytime soon. I'm not even sure if this will end at all."