"You must be kidding me!"

Honeymaren Nattura wasn't the type of person who would take with a sense of humor that someone had left the keys to her cabin lying in the woods.

"I'm serious. Sorry."

Kristoff pressed his lips together expectantly, and I was foolishly tempted to loosen them with mine.

"You have lost my keys?! Go and find them!"

"No way! There's a bear who hates me out there, you know?!"

"So we are brave enough to go into the forest to lose my keys but not to get them back later!"

Elsa laughed discreetly as she observed with special attention the reaction of that very indignant young woman.

"Does any of this seem funny to you?!" they both asked all at once.

"What if we go to report the loss of the keys and documentation? Maybe the police will give us a hand," answered Elsa getting out of trouble with her brilliant wit.

"Hm… Good idea," answered the landlady, calming down a bit and not being able to take her eyes off my sister. "You agree, Christopher?"

"It's Kristoff," he answered harshly. "And yes. I guess that's the best we can do."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Oh, dear… Tell me again!"

Sergeant Mattias was not exactly the epitome of professionalism.

"What do you need me to tell you?" Kristoff answered in an obvious bad mood and more embarrassed than when I picked him up from the road.

"Everything! I could spend the whole day listening to it!"

"Excuse me, but…"

"Yelena, Yelena! Come! Listen where this boy has left his underwear!"

That was already too much. No one should have to endure that kind of humiliation, least of all, coming from a member of the state bodies.

"Enough already."

Kristoff planted his hands firmly on the table, stood up abruptly, and left without another word.

"What did you do this time?" Yelena asked the sergeant in a tone of psychological exhaustion.

"I did nothing! That guy has no sense of humor, that's all."

"Are you going to do something about the report?" I asked feeling some anger at the feelings that this man had provoked in Kristoff.

"Impossible. He's not signed it. If he wants us to attend to it, he'll have to come back."

"What for?! For you to laugh at him again?!"

I was then the one who shot out of there burning with rage. There was no right! On top of the bad time the poor guy had been through, he had to put up with things like that!

As soon as I left, I saw him sitting on the stairs, staring into infinity, frowning and chewing on the inside of his cheek as he played with the hem of the pants Olaf had lent him.

"You okay?" I asked slowly sitting by his side

Kristoff studied me carefully for a few seconds and then ducked his head.

"Yeah. I'm sorry. I'll be back right away."

"Back there?! After being treated like that?!"

"And what do you expect me to do? I need to finish the report so I can get my things back. I don't even have a place to spend the night."

"I'll open the cabin for you, c'mon," Honeymaren interrupted, patting him on the back. "But don't lose these keys too," she added winking at him.

"Really? Would you do that for me?"

"That pig got me pissed off too."

"Thanks," Kristoff answered with a subtle smile.

So the landlady wasn't as rude as she seemed. I guess Elsa didn't have such bad taste after all. It was nice of her to help him like this; so he could go back and… oh, and be gone from my life forever… Great.

"Wait, wait, wait!" I exclaimed urgently as I watched the landlady take out the car keys to get him away from me without warning. "You are not thinking on stay there alone in the middle of the forest without a car or a phone, are you?"

"It was the idea, yeah. At least, I got clothes there," he said with a shrug with a trace of a smirk.

"And what if there is a fire?! What if you fall and hurt yourself?! What if an eagle comes in and flies you away?! Who's gonna help you?!"

By now, Kristoff's smirk was no longer a trace at all.

"I see the eagle's thing as quite unlikely…"

"Did you see as likely the bear's thing?" I replied crossing my arms.

"Touché," he answered openly laughing at that point.

"What about Honey takes you to the cabin to get your things and you two come to spend these days with us?" Elsa offered with all the nerve in the world.

"Honey?" the landlady asked, redder than she probably wanted to admit.

"Do you mind if I call you that way?" Elsa asked not losing control of the situation for a second.

"People usually call me Maren, but you can call me whatever you want," Honeymaren answered, making it clear what her opinion of my direct sister was.

"Settled then," I exclaimed, happier than I could explain for not having to say goodbye to my hunky blond.

"Do I not have a word in this matter?" he asked feigning outrage.

"You're not thinking of taking Sven away from me now that we've become besties, are you?" Olaf protested playfully..

"And what do you plan to do in a week when you get back home?" he asked, crossing his arms haughtily.

"Well, if you don't adopt me too…"

"That I won't…"

"I guess I'll have to settle for taking care of him when you and Anna want some privacy."

"What?!" we both asked in chorus, equally blushing and not daring to exchange glances.

"Come on, come on, I was just joking. Please, get in the car with Maren and go get your things so you can give me back my favorite T-shirt."

"Why would you lend me your favorite shirt? Didn't you have another one?"

"It wasn't my favorite shirt yet."

"Fine. Maren, let's go."

Honeymaren nodded and the two turned to her car.

"Wait! Are you gonna… come back?"

Kristoff and his landlady looked at each other and the understanding between them was evident.

"We'll be back."