A/N Thank you for your comments, I hope you will stay interessed. And this isn't a rewritten Frozen 1 plotline, nor Frozen 2 in that matter. I try to include themes from the movies and I do my best with keeping the characters and their personalities as close to their original ones as I can, but the plot has little to do with the movies, as you can probably already see in this chapter.

"Kristoff!" a shriek woke Kristoff from his nice dream.

"What are you still doing here? You should be in school already. It's nine o'clock!" Kristoff's mother, Bulda, was scolding him.

"What? Nine?" He asked, confused and still dazed from his sleep. But when he turned around, he was blinded by the sunlight peering through the crack between his curtains.

"Dang it, I've missed the second bus too, haven't I? Can dad take me to school, or you?" Kristoff asked while trying to get his jeans on in a rush.

"Oh no, honey. Your dad has already taken the car and left for a work. You'll have to bike. I can make you a sandwich or something, so you'll have enough energy for that," Bulda offered.

"No, no, it's fine. I have a chocolate bar in my backpack, I'll survive with it."

"Kristoff-" Bulda started with scolding voice. Probably about the chocolate bar, but Kristoff didn't have time for that now.

"Yes, yes, candy causes cavities. I know, mom, love ya, gotta go now!" And with that he rushed out of the room and out of the house, to his bike.

Kristoff was biking like crazy when suddenly his pedals didn't give any resistance anymore. Chains, damn! He stopped the bike and took a look. Yap, definitely chains. They weren't only dislocated, which happened fairly often, but broken, snapped in half. Great, he still had over a kilometer to the school and he was already too late, he would definitely get scolded big time for this. And on top of everything, he would have to go to buy new chains if he didn't fancy walking over ten kilometers to get home.

Kristoff was pushing his bike when he passed the train station and saw some movement on the corner of his eye. He turned to see what was that, and barely caught a sight of someone hiding behind a green recycling bin. That's weird. Only one train passed that station and it wasn't until night. The building sold tickets, but he knew that it wasn't open at that time, and what kind of worker would hide behind a recycling bin anyway. It was a small town, and there rarely were any visitors, Kristoff knew almost everyone there. Maybe it was just some of his friends playing a prank. He was too curious to keep his journey to the school before seeing who was hiding there. And he was late anyway, so it didn't even matter.

Kristoff laid his bike down and moved to his left to see behind the bin. He saw a peak of young blond, white as a snowflake, curled in a small ball. She had blue hoodie, way too big for her, dirty and matted platinum blonde hair in a braid, and her bony knees were covered only with scratches and bruises. She couldn't be much older or younger than Kristoff himself, but the poor thing looked absolutely terrified. He had never seen her before.

"Hey! Who are you?" Kristoff tried, but the girl only tried to hide deeper into the corner.

"I won't hurt you, I promise." The girl still didn't answer.

Kristoff had to try something else. Approaching her would only scare her more, so that wasn't an option. Then he got an idea. He started rummaging through his backpack, until his hand found the chocolate bar. The girl was so skinny, that she ought to be starving. So Kristoff decided to try a different tactic on her: "Wow, I have a chocolate bar here. I can't possibly eat it all by myself. Don't you want some?" Okay, that sounded kind of stupid, but Kristoff's best friend was a dog, so it wasn't his fault he didn't know how to talk to people.

Deciding it was good enough, Kristoff walked towards the opposite side of the recycling bin that the girl was hiding behind, and sat down on the dusty ground. He leaned against the bin and snapped a piece of chocolate for himself. Soon enough he heard soft footsteps coming towards him. The girl didn't have shoes, only dirty socks, half-way on her shins, and her toes poking out a little from the left one. He looked up and saw the girl hesitantly move to sit next to him, eyeing him and the chocolate bar. When her butt had barely touched the ground, Kristoff offered her the bar. She hesitantly lifted her hand towards it, but stopped just before taking a piece. She looked at him, like trying to find out if he was just trying to trick her somehow. Kristoff just smiled warmly and encouraged her, even though he felt a little grossed out when he saw how filthy her hands were. The girl seemed to find her courage from that anyway, and took a piece. They sat in quite comfortable silence for a while, just eating the chocolate bar away. But when the bar was nearing its end, Kristoff couldn't hold his itch to know more about this girl anymore. Which was strange, usually he much preferred his dog's companion to his peers'.

"So, you're not from here, right? I've never seen you before. Have you moved here or something?" The girl flinched a little when he started talking.

"Or something", she muttered quietly, but kept her eyes firmly on the ground before her.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be pushy, but this is a small town, we all know everyone here and I'd like to know you, too."

That seemed to alert the girl: "You can't tell anyone about me! Promise me that you won't tell anyone about me, please! I don't wanna go back."

"Calm down, I won't say anything, I promise. But can you tell me why you're hiding behind a recycling bin at the train station at this time of a day?"

"I'm hoping to sneak in the train and go somewhere, I don't know when the train passes here and I have nowhere else to go anyway", the girl confessed.

"Sneak in? Isn't that kind of hard, what if you get caught? Don't you have money for a ticket? Where are you even trying to go? Where's your home?"

"I don't know. I don't know anything, okay? I don't have money or home, I just go where my feet take me."

"Wow, that sounds so cool!"

"It does?"

"I wish I could just travel where ever with my dog Axel, he's my best friend, and I didn't have to go to stupid school to learn stupid stuff."

"I wish I could go to school. I like school, and learning, and reading, and studying. And I wish I had a best friend, too. It's so lonely to travel all the time."

"I could be your best friend! I could bring you books and we could study together! Doesn't that sound like fun?"

"It does, but I don't know. I don't think I should stay here, what if someone finds me?"

"I know an abandoned house nearby, you could live there. No one would find you there, and I could come to visit you after school every day! If you don't know where you're going, why would there be any better than here? Getting in a train without a ticket is really hard anyway, you could easily get caught there."

"You have a point. I could live in that house, it would be nice to have a friend and study. I miss school."

"You miss school? Weirdo. But c'mon, I'll take you to the house!"

"Wait! Do we have to walk there? On a road? What if someone sees me?"

"At this hour? Everyone is at school or work, no one is just walking around here, trust me."

The girl got up, but paused for a moment and seemed to think a little before asking: "Shouldn't you be in school then?"

"Yeah, but I overslept. Now it seems like I'm not going at all, it's fine." Kristoff lifted his bike up and saw the water bottle on the trunk of it. "Are you thirsty? I have some water."

The girl just nodded eagerly and Kristoff gave her the bottle. She chucked it all like she had just survived a year in desert without any water. When the girl was finishing his water, Kristoff remembered that he hadn't properly introduced himself. His mother would have slapped the back of his head from such a rudeness. But to be fair, Kristoff had never been really good with people, his only friend was a dog, and now possibly a travelling snowflake girl.

"Uh, my name is Kristoff, by the way. Can I know your name, too, now that we are friends and everything?"

"I'm Elsa," the girl, Elsa, chuckled softly.

What was Kristoff supposed to say then? Should he compliment her name, isn't that what you are supposed to do when girl tells her name. Kristoff wasn't that good with words, praising her name would feel really forced and awkward. Kristoff glanced Elsa nervously to see if she was patiently waiting for him to keep going, but she was just facing forward, looking content with the silence. Usually girls giggled at his awkwardness and the boys teased him about it, but not Elsa, she didn't seem to mind. The nervousness left Kristoff and comfortable silence fell on them while they were walking small forest trail towards the abandoned house.

Kristof had showed Elsa the place, and she had made herself a nice nest on the attic, where she felt was the safest place for her hide in. Kristoff had then left to buy new chains to his bike, but he had promised to come back after that. While waiting for him to come back, Elsa looked around the house. It was small, only one tiny bedroom, living room, kitchen, bathroom and a ladder to the attic. When she was sleeping, she could pull the ladder up, so nosy teenagers looking for a thrill wouldn't surprise her, or something even worse. There was also small window up there, and the attic weren't too high up to make it impossible from her to jump out of there if she had to. There weren't really any furniture, or electricity, or running water, and most of the windows were broken, and there were dust everywhere, but it was better than the places she had spent her nights in the past months. Now she even had a friend! Elsa had never had one. Though she felt a little nervous that he would rat her out nevertheless, but for some reason, she quite trusted him. He didn't feel like the boys in her school, who stole her things and dared each other to look under her skirt. And he certainly didn't feel like the men her father would introduce her to. But none of them mattered anymore, the past was in the past, her father was dead and she was far away from the place she used to call home.

Loud thud from the door in the kitchen startled her out of her thoughts. She could feel panic starting to grasp her into its tight hold when she was trying to find an escape route. Before she could fully change into her survival mode, she could hear Kristoff's happy voice calling for her name. Elsa hesitantly tiptoed towards the entrance of the kitchen, and peered in. Kristoff was there, his backpack on the aged counter, and looking for something in the pack. Then he pulled out one and half liter bottle of Singo, which was a soft drink flavored as lime and citron, and two sandwiches bagged in paper packs. Elsa felt like crying, she hadn't felt this happy in a long time. Elsa thanked Kristoff with all of her heart and he just smiled at her, little awkward from her praises. Then they ate and drank together. After surviving months with barely anything to eat, Elsa had forgotten how good food could taste and how hungry she truly was. She had already finished her sandwich when Kristoff was only half eaten his. He then offered her the half, but she refused. He kept insisting that he wasn't really that hungry, and Elsa couldn't resist herself anymore for the sake of being polite. She ate the rest of Kristoff's sandwich too with great appetite and gratitude.

After eating, they started looking at Kristoff's homework, or probably schoolwork that he was supposed to do at school that day. It was quite hard, Kristoff wasn't good at math, like at all, and Elsa hadn't been studying in what felt like forever. However, after she got a hang of it again, she was actually able to teach Kristoff too. They studied, and talked, and it was just so easy to be with him. He felt like he was the brother Elsa had never had. She told him about living in the forest, exaggerating of course, and he listened her in fascination. Then he told her about his adoptive parents and the children his parents fostered, about his dog Axel, and the house they had in the countryside. It all sounded like from a fairytale, she had never heard anything as lovely. They learned that they were both 12-years-old, Kristoff being a couple of months older, as he was born in March and Elsa in May. They both loved winter and especially ice, Elsa loved figure skating and Kristoff played ice hockey. They had so much fun together, that they didn't even notice the dusk creeping around them.

"Gah-lee! It's almost nine! Mom will kill me for not informing her about where I am. I gotta go! See you tomorrow, Elsa!" Kristoff panicked while packing his things into his backpack and rushed out from the house with a hurried wave for goodbye.

Elsa just sat there confused and watched her friend leaving. After the door was long shut and sounds of Kristoff biking away had subsided into silence, then Elsa breathed out a soft: "Bye."

A/N I just want to say that this isn't Kristelsa fic, they're just friends and they will be just friends. I don't want to lead shippers on with false promises. Anyway, I hope you liked this, I had fun writing it. I hope I'll be able to upload within a week.