the sixth chapter of my Frozen fanfiction, 'This Icy Force Both Foul and Fair Has A Frozen Heart Worth Mining', is climaxed by the part of the movie with the wolves, and oh yes! they love to eat reindeer, so of course it's trouble for all three of them, especially Sven. the sixth chapter of 'This Icy Force Both Foul and Fair Has a Frozen Heart Worth Mining' is two-thousand-two-hundred-eleven words long and is definitely one of the fanfiction's longer chapters.

disclamation: I do not own Disney's Frozen in any way, shape, or form other than on Bluray and DVD. I also confess to not owning my own fanfiction's storyline. the credits for most of the chapters, such as the sixth chapter right here, go to the mind of fanfiction blogger, classicdisneyFTW. the only thing from my fanfiction I truly own is the fanfiction, itself.

I snapped on the reins and Sven immediately took off at a fast pace. I was almost excited about this expedition. It had been a while since Sven and I just took a trip on the sled. I was usually too concerned about the blocks of ice in tow to think about the ride in and of itself. "Hang on," I told Anna. "We like to go fast."

Anna smiled and rested her feet up on the front of the sled. "I like fast," she replied.

Appalled by her action, I immediately pushed her feet back to the floor of my sled. Not even a week ago, I had taken my sled into town for some mending after an extremely nasty incident with a particularly large toppling iceberg. That meant fresh paint and a fresh coat of polish, too. I was not about to let her messy boots dirty it up when I had just now paid it off and got it in perfect working condition. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, get your feet down," I scolded her, inspecting the area in case of dirt spots. "This is fresh lacquer. Seriously, were you raised in a barn?"

I found no signs of any mark whatsoever, but just for the sake of being safe instead of being sorry, I spat on the area and gave it a little shine with my sleeve. Oh, how I really do love my sled like the other ice harvesters love their families, except maybe Claudio.

"No, I was raised in a castle," Anna replied. That's right, she's the princess, and she had yet to fully explain how her sister had set off this winter in the middle of summer.

"So, uh, tell me. What made the queen go all ice crazy?" I asked.

"Oh, well, it was all my fault," she replied in her regret. "I got engaged, but then she freaked out because I'd only just met him, you know, that day, and she said she wouldn't bless the marriage."

What? She what? That day? She was hoping to marry a guy after only knowing him for day?! OK, So, my initial assessment of her being crazy was correct, after all. "Wait… you got engaged to someone you just met that day?" I asked her, just so that I could be sure I heard her right.

"Yeah," she told me, obviously not seeing anything wrong with the scenario of it all and quickly moving on. "Anyway, I got mad and so she got mad, and then she tried to walk away, and I grabbed her glove…"

I, however, was still stuck on her engagement to a guy she had just met and did not pay that much attention to the rest of her narrative. A day. One day. Seriously? Was this girl completely insane? As a matter of fact, I was so put off by it, that I simply had to turn away from the front of the sled and towards her. "Hang on!" I said, stopping her from narrating her story any further. "You mean to tell me you got engaged to someone you just met that day?!"

"Yes, pay attention," she said, still clearly not understanding why this should phase me at all and continued telling her story. "But, the thing is, she wore the gloves all the time. So I just thought, maybe she has a thing about dirt."

I stared at her incredulously. "Didn't your parents ever warn you about strangers?!" I asked.

Then, she looked at me and edged a little ways from me in the sled uncomfortably. "Yes, they did," she told me.

I just rolled my eyes at her edging away from me. Not exactly what I meant, but maybe she did have a lick of sense to her, after all.

"But, Hans is not a stranger," she replied back to me. Or maybe not.

"Oh yeah? What's his last name?" I asked her, smirking.

She just scoffed at my smirk. "Of-The-Southern-Isles," she said, matter-of-factly. You call that a last name?

"What's his favorite food?" I asked her, still confident she did not know her fiancé that well.

"Sandwiches," she told me.

"Best friend's name?"

"Probably John."

"Eye color?"

"Dreamy."

"Foot size?"

"Foot size doesn't matter."

"Have you had a meal with him, yet?" I asked, turning her direction once again. "What if you hate the way he eats? What if you hate the way he picks his nose?" I asked her, seriously enjoying this.

"Picks his nose?" she repeated incredulously.

"And eats it," I added, really enjoying pushing this girl's buttons.

"Excuse me, sir," she said, glaring at me. "He is a prince."

I just shrugged at her explanation. "All men do it," I told her in a matter-of-factly manner.

"Ew!" she exclaimed, wrinkling her nose. "Look, it doesn't matter. It's true love."

I almost scoffed at that. Seriously? She really agreed to marry a guy she just met that day because she thought it was true love? Someone in her life should have told her that just because you get swept off your feet by a guy's dreamy eyes and love of sandwiches, it doesn't make him your soulmate. "Doesn't sound like true love," I told her.

She really did scoff at that. "Are you some sort of love expert?" she asked me in disbelief.

Well, since I spent most of my time either harvesting ice and ignoring people or selling ice and ignoring people or even just hanging around ice and ignoring people, I honestly could not say I was a love expert of any kind. "No," I confessed. I did know for a fact, however, that Grandpabbie, Bulda, Cliff and the rest of the trolls knew an awful lot about all manner of love. "But, I have friends who are."

"You have friends who are love experts?" she asked me cynically. "I'm not buying it," she stated to me, telling exactly how much she doubted me.

At the moment, however, I suddenly became aware of a movement of some kind coming from behind us. "Stop talking," I told her.

"No, no," she said misinterpreting the tone of my voice. "I'd like to meet these_"

"No, I mean it," I said more sternly, covering her mouth, trying to show I was NOT kidding around with her, anymore. I pulled Sven to a halt. Anna removed my hand, and I could sense she was getting ready to speak. I shushed her down before she could get the chance, though. I picked up my lantern and scanned the terrain behind us.

I knew for a fact that all the friendly animals were asleep by now. Only predators were awake at this time right now. So far, I saw nothing. So I took the lantern and squinted into the darkness. Then, I saw a pair of blood red eyes peering out at us amongst the trees. Then another pair of blood red eyes peered at us. Then came another. And another and another. It was a pack of wolves!

Panic began to rise up into my chest. "Sven, go. GO!" I urged him. Sven immediately took off running. I quickly stuck the lantern back onto its perch on the front of the sled.

"What are they?" Anna asked, frightened.

"Wolves," I told her.

"Wolves?" she repeated in a worried panic.

I quickly sprang into action for fighting them off, rummaging through the back of the sled. Wolves were not too easily outran because they were quite fast, even for a reindeer. Especially if it were a reindeer carrying an entire sled with two whole people in it. I started looking for the torch I had packed in case I would need to light a fire while camping. Anna watched me go through the back of the sled.

"What do we do?" she asked me worriedly.

"I got this," I said, finally finding what I was looking for. I lit the torch with the lantern. "You just don't fall off and don't get eaten."

Anna tried to grab something from the back of my sled. "But, I wanna help!" she insisted.

I put myself between her and the back of my sled. "NO!" I told her.

"Why not?" she asked.

The wolves were coming up fast into the torchlight. I could see them clearly. "Because I don't trust your judgment," I told her, my eyes still focused on the wolves.

"Excuse me?" she asked me, clearly offended.

A wolf leapt at us, but I lifted my foot and, with some elbow grease, managed to kick said wolf back off of my sled. "Who marries a man she just met?" I demanded more than asked her.

Anna picked up the first thing her hand could reach from the back of my sled, which just so happened to be my lute, raised it over her head, ready to strike. "IT'S TRUE LOVE!" she hollered.

"Whoa!" I yelled out. She swung the lute towards me, and, thinking I had finally ticked her off enough to hit me upside the head, I quickly ducked out the way just in time for her to take out an incoming wolf with my lute. I suddenly turned back towards her after the wolf was defeated, and she was just smirking at her own success. It turned out she was aiming for the wolf the whole time she had my lute. "Whoa," I said in amazement of her boldness. It was short lived, however, because before I could realize what happened to me a wolf pulled me out of the sled. "Whoa!" I exclaimed once more.

"Kristoffer," Anna yelled out after me.

Kristoffer? Really? If you have to holler my name into the dead of the night, you could at least say it right. "It's Kristoff!" I yelled back, correcting her.

Then, the wolves all began snapping at me and I cried out in pain every time those beastly mongrels bit at me. Their teeth all came dangerously close to tearing through my clothes to the point of shredding my flesh to bits and pieces. Then, I was too focused on avoiding getting an arm or a leg ripped off by the wolves and could not see at all what was happening within the sled. The next thing I knew, however, Anna shouted at me to duck and threw what looked like a fireball of some kind at me.

I screamed at said fireball and did what she said, ducking out of its way. It hit the wolves and they fell back into the darkness momentarily, just long enough for me to start pulling myself back up the rope and back into the sled. I was, however, quite peeved that I was almost a roasted snack for those wolves. "You almost set me on fire!" I yelled at Anna.

"But, I didn't," she said, helping me back up into the sled. She also said it like it was something to be proud of. Once in the sled, I looked back at the wolves once more. Then, Anna suddenly tapped against my chest and gasped. I turned myself forward, looked ahead and then, letting out my own gasp, I realized what she was looking at. We were fast on the approach to a large chasm.

I quickly did some assertations and calculations on our present situation at the time from within my head. Sven could easily jump over the chasm, but not while he was hitched up to my sled. He could jump it himself or with one person on his back, but not with two. My sled would only make it part way, but not all the way over the chasm. I knew Anna might not be able to leap off of the sled like I could and still make it to the other side of the chasm. So I immediately made up my mind that she would be riding on Sven's back over the chasm. I could probably make it. Maybe? We would have to see.

"Get ready to jump, Sven," Anna called out to him.

Annoyed at her, I grabbed my bag of supplies from the sled and shoved it into her hands. "You don't tell him what to do!" I said. "I do."

I easily picked her up and tossed her onto Sven's back. I unsheathed my knife and looked ahead, waiting for exactly the right moment. And… now! "Jump, Sven!" I ordered him, cutting through his binding with my knife.

Sven jumped and he and the sled sailed over the chasm. Sven and Anna landed safely onto the other side. I climbed to the very front of the sled. Then, right when the sled began to lose its momentum from the glide over it, I leapt a great big jump towards the other side of the chasm. I flew through the air, barely managing to make it, but landed fully on my face.

I looked back and saw the wolves glaring at us as though they were all cursing us for successfully escaping their hunt. I let out a sigh of relief.