I said this would be a request, and it is! I've been playing around with so many ideas so it's been hard to churn out as many chapters as I'd like. (College is a time consumer so… there's that, too.)
Also, sorry for the feels in the last chapter. Heh.
This will also be more drabble-y. In order to get more out to you, I'm making this more drabble filled. But once this story hits 300+ (and it would be the very first of mine to do so ever if Coping doesn't hit it first) you'll get a longer chapter as a thank you. And so on and so forth.
Just expect more drabble chapters :)
A reader named wazzy593 requested this one. This goes out to you, my friend!
Disclaimer: Disney owns FROZEN
The castle was abnormally quiet for a Saturday afternoon. On any usual Saturday, Elsa would hear Anna and Olaf creating mischief and mayhem ranging from inside their fortress of a home to out in the town. Kristoff would only join into their shenanigans when Anna would be very persuasive and Elsa hardly ever got involved unless Anna was very, very persuasive.
Both Kristoff and Elsa agreed that the redhead had a way with words.
But it was a shock to Elsa when Olaf toddled into her study, his tiny flurry following him with its ever present snowfall, without Anna close behind. He plopped himself down on one of the armchairs and grasped the little stubs of feet he had beneath him, giving Elsa his big, buck-toothed grin.
"Hi, Elsa!" he greeted enthusiastically.
"Hello, Olaf," she replied, setting down her quill and smiling at him. "What are you doing today? Did you decide to take some time out of your schedule to visit me?"
He giggled. "I wasn't really doin' anything! I did go out and play with some of the kids for a while. But I knew you'd be lonely today so I came back to see you."
"What makes you say that?" she said, cocking her head to one side.
"Well, 'cause you have work to do," he told her, frowning slightly. "And you always do it alone." He pointed a stick finger at the pile of papers that rested on her desk, representing the bane of Elsa's existence as a queen. "It looks like an awful lot. I wish I could help you with it."
"It's a little too complicated for you, Olaf. It's also boring work. Although, it would be lovely to have you keep me company while I work."
"Okay! Sounds like fun!" he gushed.
And there they sat in the study, the only sound coming from Elsa's quill scratching against the thick parchment. Occasionally, Olaf would pipe up to ask a question, which Elsa would answer kindly. The window was allowing light to cast over the desk and onto the snowman, his snow glittering and sparkling with Elsa's magic.
It occurred to her that this was the first Saturday Olaf had spent with her without Anna in their presence. And that she hadn't heard from Anna since that morning at breakfast. Strange… As much as she appreciated the company of Olaf, she was rather interested in why the princess wasn't attempting to drag Elsa out of the study to spend their weekend together. She laid down her quill once again, the action piquing the snowman's interest.
"What's up?" he inquired.
"Where's Anna?" she asked.
"Oh! I dunno! I was looking for her so we could go berry picking like she promised yesterday but I haven't seen her." Olaf sent her what looked like a shrug with a lack of shoulders. "Why?" He lit up like a fire, his grin returning. "Hey! D'you think she's playing hide and go seek?"
"I don't think that's what she's doing. She'd tell you, wouldn't she?"
"Oh, yeah." He nodded, pulling his face into one of deep concentration. "Maybe I'll go look for her."
"How about we make a game out of it," Elsa suggested, rising to her feet.
Olaf clapped his twig hands together. "Yeah, yeah! A game!"
"First one to find Anna wins," Elsa challenged. "Ready?" Olaf leapt off the chair. "Set…" He got down in a pounce-like stance, wiggling his snowy tush in the air with anticipation. "Go!" Olaf took off at breakneck speed out the open door, giggling like a madman.
Laughing herself, Elsa set off on her own easy pace, giving her creation the best head start int he history of head starts. She strolled through the castle leisurely with her hands behind her back, asking the staff if they had seen Anna. All of which said they hadn't.
She peered into Anna's bedroom but she wasn't there. Her stuffy and dust housing study was empty as well. She wasn't outside with the geese and rabbits. Nor was she in the library busying herself with a romance novel. She was less likely to be in the town, Elsa reasoned, because she'd most likely be told of the whereabouts of the princess if she had left the castle. And berry picking was out of the question since she had left Olaf behind, wondering where she was himself. Plus, the guards had reported that Anna hadn't left the gates. The kitchens were Anna-less, the imported chocolate yet to be touched.
Deciding that Kristoff would be the next best, Elsa took off to the stables, sucking off the chocolate she had snagged herself off her fingers. She had spied Olaf rushing this way and that sometime during the Anna hunt, looking in every possible room in the castle so she knew he was going to be busy for a while.
She entered the stables but found them oddly empty. There were multiple places to go inside, after all, but the grooms and stablemen were no where to be seen, possibly taking some off to stretch their legs. She rounded the royal steeds, patting her horse that she hardly ever rode gently on the nose, and peeked around several stable doors.
Picking some stray hay off her shoulders, she found Sven munching on a carrot out of the hanging bag that supplied him with the treats. Upon seeing her, he snorted his nose and panted excitedly after a hard swallow. Prancing around in his holding area and knocking his antlers against the wooden beams, he made all sorts of noises to get her to come closer.
Chuckling, she approached and rubbed his snout, cooing over her favorite reindeer pal.
"Hiya, Sven," she said, running her hand through his thick fur on his neck. "Have you seen Anna? Or Kristoff?"
He replied with a hearty grunt, shoving his nose into her hand to push her left. He then bobbed his head towards a side area where Kristoff usually slept.
"Ah, of course," she said. "Thank you, Sven." She reached into the bag and fished out another carrot for him. "For your trouble."
He huffed happily and took it from her, snapping the hard vegetable in his jaws with a loud crunch.
Elsa padded across the hay covered wooden floor and turned a corner. She had given Kristoff his own private quarters in the stables. From the outside, it looked like a side door to a broom closet but inside was actually rather homey. He slept on a bed that was stuffed with hay— per his request— and had wooden furniture all around, complete with a hearth for cooking.
She knocked on the door and waited for a response. But there was none. She looked back at Sven from around the corner expectantly. He glanced back at her and threw his nose up in the air shortly, as if he were encouraging her to enter.
With disbelief she had actually taken advice from a domesticated forest creature, Elsa reached for the brass knob and turned it.
The next ten seconds were the most horrifying and awkward in Elsa's adult life since the Great Thaw.
For when she opened the door, she found Kristoff's shirt being discarded from his body as he kissed Anna all over her neck, her dress being pulled down from her shoulders. It was clear that Elsa had just walked in on an incredibly intimate moment between her sister and her best friend. And as soon Elsa gasped, they stopped at once and everyone started screaming in their own special way.
Elsa kept repeating out a frantic apology, slamming her eyes shut and covering them with her hand for extra measure.
Anna flushed and pushed away from her boyfriend, crying out why Elsa was there, ridiculously embarrassed and slightly annoyed.
Kristoff was shouting with horror at the fact that he had been caught fooling around with the princess by the queen herself, trying to explain himself but came up with nothing but broken words.
Elsa spun on her heel and turned around, slamming the door behind her, dead silence following shortly afterward. At a snail's pace, she uncovered her hands from her eyes— shaking like crazy— and opened her eyes to stare at the hay strewn floor.
The first thought that came to her mind was, Thank god they weren't…
She couldn't even finish the sentence in her head and merely shivered at the revolting thought of seeing her sister completely nude. The last time Elsa saw Anna like that was when the princess was the age of five when their mother used to bathe them together. But that was childhood.
With a shaky breath, she retreated from the stables to find Olaf and call off the game, lest he find her sister in a compromising position far worse than the one Elsa had seen.
A servant had just placed a bowl of soup in front of Elsa when the doors to the dining hall opened. A very guilt ridden couple walked inside, refusing to meet the eyes of the queen. Anna sat on Elsa's right side and Kristoff sat on her left, just as they always did during meals, and servants rushed to tend to their needs, filling up their water glasses and putting their starting soup in front of them.
The awkwardness in the air was thick and everyone present at the table knew exactly why. They were all completely silent as they began their meals, waiting to see who would break the ice first. Anna secretly hoped Olaf would burst through the door and strike up a normal conversation. Kristoff wanted Sven to break out of the stables and cause chaos amongst the castle so they might run out and try to catch the big guy. Elsa was trying not to make a lewd or sarcastic question about how their day was because that just would have been rude.
Instead, she started giggling.
The couple looked at her incredulously as the queen dropped her head into her hands, her shoulders shaking with mirth. Anna and Kristoff exchanged strange glances, both of them confused of why Elsa was finding this all rather funny.
Elsa threw her head back and really started laughing like it was the most hilarious thing in the entire world that she had walked in on the two of them fooling around. She slouched and clutched her stomach, gasping for air.
Against her will, Anna felt the corners of her mouth twitch and she started laughing right along with her sister, leaning on the table for support. The room was filled with the laughter of the sisters— the pure, genuine laughter that had been missing for thirteen years. Not the suppressed giggles form the queen or the snorts and chortles from Anna. But laughter they would share as little girls that brightened up the castle.
Kristoff found himself smiling and chuckling under his breath as he watched them convulse into breathless laughter until no sound was coming out.
After they finally calmed down— save for the tiniest giggles that would bubble out of their lips— dinner continued on as it normally did.
"So…" Elsa said to Anna. "You ditched Olaf and your promise to go berry picking for an opportunity to spend some— ahem— quality time with Kristoff?"
Anna gasped, looking horrified. "I totally forgot about berry picking!" She glared at Kristoff. "I blame you!"
"Me!?" he said, highly affronted.
"Yes, you," she said stubbornly, folding her arms across her chest as servants cleared away the soup bowls to place their personal meals in front of them. "You decided it was a brilliant idea to drag me into the stables and kiss me senseless."
"Anna, I don't want to know—" Elsa tried but Anna talked over her.
"I probably disappointed the little guy," Anna pouted, upset at herself.
"He's fine," Elsa assured her. "I entertained him with a game of…" She clamped her mouth shut and forced herself to stare at her dish.
"A game of what?" Anna demanded, turning slowly to face her big sister.
"Of find Anna…" Elsa replied quietly.
Kristoff started laughing. "Oh so that's why you came in."
"Yeah… sorry," Elsa apologized, rubbing the back of her neck. "I'm surprised I didn't freeze the room."
There was a dirty comeback in there that one of the three could have made but they didn't dare for the situation was still delicate.
"Well… I guess knock louder next time," Anna said.
"Or lock the door," Elsa suggested. "You know what— I really hope I don't imagine a next time. I don't want a next time. Never will I ever play another game of find Anna unless you're involved."
Anna giggled and reached over, squeezing Elsa's hand that was resting on the tabletop.
"Deal," Anna said.
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