Today is Kristoff and ?

Take a wild guess about who he's gonna be with haha.

Disclaimer: Disney owns FROZEN

Week One: Duo's Week/Day 3: Kristoff and ?

"Don't stray too far, son!" his father shouted as the little boy picked his way through the snow fall.

"I won't!" Kristoff called over his shoulder.

"Be back before sundown!" his mother mollycoddled.

"I will!"

Kristoff hopped over a tree branch and headed deep into the forest, excited to finally go exploring after coming back from a long trip with his father harvesting ice. Even though she hadn't seen much of his mother and, he was anxious to go out and return to his favorite neck of the woods and play games on his own. He would see her later for supper anyway.

Humming the traditional harvesting song to himself, he grabbed hold of a familiar tree branch and his booted foot his the familiar knot so he could hoist himself up, climbing the tree with ease. He settled on his favorite, thick branch and reached into the little hole on the trunk where he kept some wild berries…

Only to find they had all been eaten.

"Awh man," Kristoff pouted, pulling out the empty bag. "Those stupid squirrels…" He sighed and leaned his back agains the trunk instead, gazing over the snow covered forest that was spread out before him. He could see the smoke from his family's cabin rise from their chimney and he hoped his mother was cooking up something delicious.

He always enjoyed the view from way up here. It made him feel tall and powerful and he was the only person who knew about this spot.

Kristoff sat up there for a while until he heard a rather odd noise coming from down below. He furrowed his brows and crawled across the branch to peek down. He saw two animal like figures rushing through the forest, one obviously chasing the other with the intent on having the retreating on for dinner.

"Oh no!" Kristoff gasped, scrambling down the tree.

His feet hit the frosty ground and he grabbed the nearest rock, following the mess of tracks along the way to wherever the animals were heading. He caught up with them easily and found a wolf pup cornering a small reindeer calf against a split open tree. The calf was making all sorts of noises, frightened and so close to being eaten, his antlers far too small to defend himself in any sort of way.

"Hey!" the boy yelled, chucking the rock at the wolf. "Get away from him!"

The wolf turned and growled at Kristoff but he stood his ground bravely. And when it barked and snapped at him, Kristoff took in a deep breath and let out a humungous "rawr!". Spooked, the wolf rushed off, tail between its legs.

Kristoff slowly approached the reindeer, who was still cowering against the tree.

"It's okay," he spoke softly, reaching out a gentle hand. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

The calf made an alarmed mooing noise, his hooves scratching the ground beneath him as he tried to get away from the mysterious boy.

Kristoff crouched, keeping his hand extended. He remained still, holding his breath, and waited for the poor thing to calm itself down. Finally, the reindeer seemed to come to the conclusion that this wasn't an enemy and he relaxed, though still very cautious.

He got on all fours and clip-clopped over to the boy's hand, sniffing it.

"That's it," Kristoff said with a smile, rubbing the reindeer's snout, earning a thankful grunt. "See, I'm a friend. My name is Kristoff."

The reindeer came closer and let Kristoff stroke his fur and scratch him behind his ears. The contact soothed him and he closed his eyes, burying his nose in his chest.

"Where's your family, boy?" Kristoff asked.

He got a sad moan in response.

"Not around, huh? I'm sorry. Gosh, you look starved… oh!" Kristoff reached into the little satchel he brought with him and pulled out a carrot. "Here ya go!"

The tiny reindeer sniffed the carrot before promptly biting down on it, leaving a significant amount of slobber behind. Kristoff stared down on what was going to be his snack, shrugged, and chomped down on the carrot—slobber and all. He fed the rest to his new friend and he gratefully ate it.

"You're so lonely out here," Kristoff said sadly. "No family and I'm guessing no friends. Well, if you want, you can be my friend!"

The reindeer's ears picked up and his tiny little tail started to wag excitedly.

"Would you like that, boy?" Kristoff laughed, goofily rubbed the calf's muzzle. "Hm… I can't call you 'boy' forever. How about… Sven! D'you like that name?"

A cry of approval sounded from Sven, his hooves stamping on the ground.

"From now on, you're Sven. Let's go home, buddy."

He led the reindeer back to his little cottage, the calf happily bouncing after his new master, trotting with a sense of pride that he made a friend. Kristoff had always wanted a pet of some kind and tried to befriend many of the woodland creatures he met but none seemed to be taken with him. However, even after the hesitance, Sven was the only one who gave him a chance.

They reached the front of the home where Kristoff's father was chopping wood, his mother most likely inside still cooking.

"Papa!" Kristoff sang and ran over, Sven in tow. "Look what I found!"

The larger mountain man looked up and saw his son bounding over with the tiny reindeer. How Kristoff was able to get a wild animal to follow him home, he had no idea. But there was a enthusiastic twinkle in his young eyes as he came to a halt in front of him, presenting the reindeer calf proudly.

"This is Sven! I saved him from a wolf!" Kristoff announced.

"Sven, eh?" his father hummed, putting out a hand for Sven to sniff. "And from a wolf? Kristoff, what are you doing fighting those nasty brutes!?"

"It was only a cub," Kristoff shrugged. "And all it did was run off after I scared it. But, Papa, Sven is all alone! No family, no friends! Can we please keep him?"

His father sighed. "I dunno, son…"

"He's my friend!" Kristoff declared, throwing his arms around Sven's neck, who licked his cheek happily. "See? He wouldn't hurt anybody. I'll take care of him, I promise!"

His mother came out of the cottage, curious to what all the fuss was about.

"Kristoff?" she said, wandering over at the sight of her son hugging a wiggling reindeer. "What's going on?"

"He wants to keep the reindeer," his father explained.

"He has nowhere else to go!" Kristoff said to his mother. "Mama, he's just a baby!"

His mother searched her son's eyes and then looked to the calf. It was waiting patiently at Kristoff's side, snuggling into his neck and gazing up at the two adults expectantly.

"Well…" Pity took over the woman and she sighed. "I suppose it'll be alright for a while."

"Honey—"

"Yay!" Kristoff let go of Sven and punched the air. "Sven, did you hear that? You and I can be best friends forever!"

He mounted the reindeer bravely but Sven didn't protest. In fact, he took Kristoff on a victory lap around the cottage, both of them hooting and hollering with joy.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" his father said.

"We hardly ever go down to Arendelle," his mother replied smoothly. "I think an animal friend is the best thing we can give him for now."

"Alright. You're the boss," his father chuckled, smiling warmly as his son and Sven tore by them, going around once again.

Kristoff fed Sven carrots for breakfast, lunch, and dinner—his mother slightly repulsed that Kristoff would take a bite of the vegetable after his friend did, though his father found it rather funny—and they would take trips with his father to the ice harvesting areas.

Sven would happily help cart Kristoff's tiny sled with his small block of ice at the end of the trips, his little nose in the air as he raced the larger horses, who would look down at the reindeer and wonder why it was so full of itself.

There came a time when Kristoff and Sven went out on an adventure on their own, discovering a cave and playing in it for a good two hours. When they returned to their home… it was charred black and the air smelled like smoke. The house was burning down, flames licking at the wood and stone.

"Mama! Papa!" Kristoff wailed into the house, trying to get inside to find them. He thought he heard voices calling his name.

He reached the door but flames were overtaking it. Sensing that his friend was in danger, Sven bolted forward and grabbed him by the back of his coat, pulling him away from the door just as it was engulfed by flames.

The poor boy watched in horror as the house collapsed, his tears streaming down his face but Sven wouldn't let him get any closer. He made muffled mooing noises as he tugged, coaxing Kristoff to follow him.

Without anything left to do—and knowing his parents weren't going to come out of the house alive—he followed Sven.

They went up to the closest house belonging to another ice harvester and his wife, Kristoff tearfully explaining what had happened. The man went off to see if he could salvage anything or perhaps save the life of one of the parents while his wife took Kristoff and Sven inside, soothing them with the promise of carrot stew.

The man returned empty handed two hours later, apologizing to Kristoff and offering his home to him and his reindeer friend for as long as he wanted.

That evening, Kristoff sat on a small boulder far away from his new cottage alone, sniffling and sobbing into his arms. Sven slowly approached him and sat beside him.

"I-it'll be okay, Kristoff," came a choked up but goofy voice from the little boy.

Kristoff reached out and patted Sven as if he was truly the one who said those words.

"Thanks, buddy," he whimpered. "I guess it's just you and me."

Sad endings are sad. But we all know they find a family of trolls. Haha.

Tomorrow is Hans and ? and I might be late on that because it's July 4th and I'll be at a BBQ. If I am, it'll be updated along with Olaf and ?

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