Frozen told from Kristoff's POV. here's where the journey to stop the eternal winter gets really good. 1654 words right here.
disclamation: I do not own Frozen.
All three of us followed Olaf for miles. The little snowman had no trouble at all chatting up a storm about everything he liked. Various, random things like summer, birds, snow, colors, summer, rocks, Sven, his new nose, summer, summer, and summer, and in that exact order. A little bit later, he even brought up something about clothing.
"I've always wondered what it would be like have the need to wear clothes," he said. "You guys seem to know what it's like. How does it feel to you, Anna and Sven?"
I suppose we were not going to correct the little guy about my name, either. He probably would believe it even if we did, though.
Finally after a while, Anna, Olaf, Sven, and I were all walking through a terrain practically made of wind-swept icicles. As sudden and strange as this out of nowhere winter was, it definitely had an abundance of appealing sights to see.
Although it was really beautiful to look at, we had to be careful while treading through. One wrong step and we could easily be run through by one of those gigantic spikes of ice.
As we walked, I turned to face Anna. She had mentioned how the unexpected winter started, but she had yet to bring up her plan of how to stop the winter.
"So how exactly are you planning to stop this weather?" I wondered to her.
Anna held up a self-assured hand. "Oh, I am gonna talk to my sister," she said confidently.
"That's your plan?" I asked surprised. "My ice business is riding on you talking to your sister?"
"Yep!" she replied simply.
But what if Elsa does not want to help? What if she can't help? What if_ I was so preoccupied with questioning Anna's simple plan that I forgot to look where I was going and almost wound up skewering my nose with an icicle.
"So, you're not at all afraid of her?" I asked Anna, my voice cracking slightly as I moved away from the icicle.
"Why would I be?" she answered my question with her own.
Clearly, this poor, innocent girl had not thought this plan of hers through entirely. Her sister, the queen, with ice powers had run away from her and their kingdom. She might not be too happy to her younger sister show up on her doorstep unannounced. Someone with ice powers plus getting upset? I am very certain that that was not a good combination. After all, Anna did say that Elsa set off the winter in the first place in an angry response to her sister's engagement of only knowing the guy after just a day.
Olaf failed to see any problem with it, too. "Yeah, I bet she's the nicest, gentlest, warmest person ever," he said.
As he spoke to us, however, he walked right into an icicle and his lower half walked off without him. The little snowman did not even notice it at first. But after a moment, the little guy looked down and saw the icicle protruding from his stomach area.
"Oh, look at that," he said. "I've been impaled," he said a little too casually. Then, he just giggled.
I just rolled my eyes a little bit amusedly. "Come here, Olaf. I can get you out of there," I told him.
"Thanks, Sven," Olaf said, still calling me by my own reindeer's name.
Afterwards, he continued to waddle forward. Yep, we definitely were not even bothering to correct him on the name thing. I just continued to ignore getting my name mistaken by the little snowman. I was getting used to it anyway, whatever.
I continued onto the North Mountain's trail with my three traveling companions. Anna and Olaf were in front now, though. Anna was sweetly listening to Olaf prattle on about something which was probably summer if my past experiences were anything to go by.
We continued on until we eventually reached a dead end at the mountain face. It went straight up like a wall. The North Mountain was literally just on the other side.
Anna looked up at it. "What now?" she asked, wondering what we could do to tackle the way up the mountain face.
I looked up at it as well. There was absolutely no way I was going to try to get Anna over that thing. Sure, she'd proven pretty competent so far, and I had actually been slightly impressed by her kick butt resolve, but I still did not think she would be able to manage climbing up such a steep mountain face. Besides, I did not really have enough of the proper equipment for the both of us. I sighed out a breath. We would have to go around and find another way up.
"It's too steep," I told her. "I've only got one rope, and you don't know how to climb mountains."
"Says who?" she asked.
I was busy rummaging through my satchel when Sven nudged my head with his antlers. I looked up and saw Anna attempting to climb up the mountain face… with her bare hands.
"What are you doing?" I asked her.
"I'm… going… to see… my sister," she grunted in a strained voice as she continued her attempt to climb up the mountain face.
I just watched her as she struggled to find places to put her hands and feet. She picked the worst possible spots for her limbs… one bad spot after another. Even her choice in a place to start her attempted climbing ascent was terrible.
"You're going to kill yourself," I told her flatly. "I wouldn't put my foot there."
"You're distracting me," she said.
Her foot slipped so she tried a different spot that had to be even worse. "Or there," I told her flatly. I would have been laughing if her obvious first attempt at climbing was not so embarrassing. Still, I could not help but find it slightly amusing.
I could admit that I had to wholeheartedly admire Anna's determination. But, I still knew for a matter of fact that she was not going to make it even ten feet up the mountain face, especially not at the rate of which she was going. It was a wall, for crying out loud.
As I watched her struggle against the mountain face, I decided I had no choice but to bring up the fact that her sister might not be too happy to see her, especially since it still weighed on my mind. "How do you know Elsa even wants to see you?" I asked her.
Anna clearly did not want to think about it at the moment. "I'm just blocking you out because I've gotta concentrate!" she called down to me.
I simply had smirk at that. "You know, most people who disappear into the mountains wanna be alone," I told her. I would know.
Anna still struggled to move up the mountain face. She made a grab for a tiny protruding handhold rock far above her head. "Nobody wants to be alone," she stated as the handhold rock crumbled right after she tried to lift herself up to it. "Except maybe you."
"I'm not alone," I defended myself against her remark. "I have friends, remember?"
Anna made a noise as she continued to climb. Was that a scoff right there? Was she scoffing at me? "You mean the love experts?" she asked wryly.
"Yes, the love experts," I replied with equal snark, crossing my arms over my chest.
Anna thrust her leg upwards toward her face to get it into a protruding foothold rock just above her head. After performing this action, however, she found herself stuck. She gasped for breath, exhausted. "Please tell me I'm almost there," she pleaded.
Well, she was about six feet off the ground so she had only about… one hundred ninety-four feet left to go.
"Does the air seem a bit thin to you up here?" she asked desperately.
I tried to laugh at her or her dramatic reaction to her predicament. I began to walk toward her, rummaging through my satchel. "Hang on," I told her. See? Called it. I knew she would not make it as far as ten feet up the mountain.
"Hey, Sven," Olaf called to me from behind a large boulder not too far from where Anna, Sven, and I were. "Not sure if this is gonna solve the problem, but I found a staircase that leads exactly where you wanted to go."
Is Olaf messing with us? Of course, that would have helped our journey a lot.
Anna seemed to think so, too. "Ha ha! Thank goodness!" she cried out loudly, but still not loudly enough for an avalanche to happen. "Catch!" she called down to me as she let go of the cliff face.
Anna dropped down off of the mountain wall. I quickly held out my arms and caught her. "Thanks," she said, giving me a grateful pat on the chest. "That was like a crazy trust exercise," she said as I set her down.
The spot on my chest she pat in gratitude was feeling kind of funny all of sudden as a result. I smiled a surprisingly stupid-looking, crooked grin. I was beginning to feel like I actually kind of liked her. Wait, what? Hold on. Did I just admit to that? I guess I really did.
Well, she was… different than most girls I had met before. Actually, she was pretty different from basically every girl I had met before. She was hopelessly optimistic, she was fearless beyond comprehension, she had pluck, charisma, and ambition. I guess I finally knew what I sought in someone. What can you do when that finally happens?
A/N: ooooooh hooooo. am I sensing the beginnings of sparks a-flying?