Back from my lazy arsenal hiatus. I'm so sorry guys. Well, it's summer for me now, and I have plenty of ideas!

Summary: Kristoff disobeys Anna and goes up to meet Elsa shortly after Anna leaves him and goes wowowowowoowwow over her ice, beauty, blah blah blah. This really has no ties to the storyline it's just a gag chapter to laugh about... Hehehehehe. Suggested by the wonderful Gloomy Dark Love!

"We're here!" The redhead exclaimed.

According to Anna, this was where her runaway sister named Elsa was supposed to be residing. Kristoff had probably stood outside of the palace for a full five minutes admiring it. It was ginormous and grand, perched perfectly on the side of a mountaintop. The entire castle was painted a lovely shade of blue.

Kristoff followed the anxious Anna up a flight of stairs that seemed to be made of translucent blue glass. Their snowman pal Olaf jibbered with his reindeer Sven at the foot of the stairs, the latter having his tongue stuck on the icy banister. He slid his hand down the banister in admiration and almost slipped.

"Oh, did I tell you this castle is made entirely out of ice?" Anna asked, thumping a hand on the wall once they reached the doors.

"Wait, WHAT?" Kristoff shrieked. He jumped up and down like a child, grasping his head. "NOO WAY. This isn't, like blue paint?"

"You're the ice harvester, dummy!" Anna replied, annoyed. "You should tell the difference between paint and ice!"

"But it's so realistic." He sighed dreamily. Oh, he wanted to take his pickaxe and slice down this whole castle to cubes. He'd make a fortune that would last him years, probably his whole life. Yet how dare he touch such a magnificent creation?

Anna rolled her eyes, then her face became serious again. "I never really knew what she was capable of." She sighed, sadness in her voice. She sighed again, and her face returned to the resolute facade she had put on.

"Ice is my life! My life is ice!" Kristoff shouted. His voice echoed throughout the mountains and Olaf and Sven glanced up to see what was going on.

Anna ignored him and walked up to the door, curling her hand into a fist. She held it uncertainly in front of the grand double French doors that were unbelievably cultivated out of solid ice: Kristoff was having the time of his twenty one years admiring the place, and now learning it had been formed completely of his favorite substance ever, ICE, wowed him even more to no end.

"Knock." A voice whispered. Kristoff looked down to see Olaf right behind Anna.

"Do you think she knows how to knock?" Olaf whispered, looking at Kristoff.

Anna took a breath, and knocked, thrice. The doors remained shut.

"Maybe she's sleeping, or in a sauna." Olaf suggested. "Or shopping. Ooh, I bet she's outside making snowmen like me!" He turned around and bounced back down the stairs. "Sven! Did you hear that? Elsa's gonna make me some snowman friends!"

With an unaccomplished task at hand, Anna ignored the bubbling ball of snow. She grasped the handle and pulled, and when it did not budge she pushed.

"I... I can't open it." She grumbled to Kristoff, face squelched up in effort. Kristoff took a few steps back and slammed his whole body weight into it. The doors flew open at that.

"Hinges need oiling." Kristoff joked.

Anna ignored him. "Elsa?" She called. "It's me, Anna." There was no response.

"Oh, one more thing." Anna turned to Kristoff. "You should probably stay down there. Last time I brought a guy she froze everything."

"I wanna meet this ice queen! Ice is my life!" He protested, but Anna's angry look shut him up. Sighing dejectedly, he huffed and went back outside, where he sat absentmindedly watching the snowman and reindeer frolick in the snow. Inside, he heard Anna calling for her sister. He tried sliding down the glimmering banister, but the second he lost his balance over the edge the slightest he decided to sit still. Several minutes later Anna still hadn't emerged. Kristoff sighed and decided to step inside the first floor. He tiptoed around, admiring the delicate ice fountain in the middle and the patterns on the walls. He was checking his reflection in the shiny ice when he heard voices rise from upstairs. He heard Anna's bright cheerful tone and a deeper, more serious one. Intrigued, Kristoff began to climb the stairs. Upon the top of that he realized another flight and sighed before climbing that one as well. He traced his hand along the smooth walls that enclosed the staircases as he reached the top floor- gallant ballroom with a gigantic ice chandelier hanging from the ceiling and ice pillars springing from floor to ceiling.

"Wow..." He wowed, taking in the ballroom. "Look at that chandelier! Those walls! Where are those lights coming from?"

"Kristoff!" Anna yelled.

He whipped his head around. Anna was watching him with her hands on her hips.

"You were taking so long. I got worried." He said.

"I was fine."

"How would I have known that?"

"Who's this?" A new voice asked. Kristoff froze and looked a little to Anna's left. He had not noticed anyone there before. Yet there she was- Queen Elsa. He had expected her to be tanned, freckled, short, and redheaded like Anna, but Elsa looked completely different. She was tall, and slender. She had silver blonde hair in a long braid down her shoulder and she was wearing a floor length gown of ice that blended in with the castle. Her eyes were a brighter blue than Anna's teal ones, her skin paler. And instead of Anna's bubbly charismatic behavior, Elsa carried herself with quiet dignity.

"E-Elsa?" He stammered.

The one and only ice queen was percieving him with a look of pinnacle fear. "I'm sorry, you have to go." She said. Her voice caught as she turned to leave.

"No, Elsa!" Anna yelled, she rushed after her sister.

"I already told you Anna!" Elsa snapped. "I don't know how to end this winter!"

"Then who else will?" Anna replied angrily.

"Ask the trolls, sorcerers," Elsa shuddered at that word, "magicians- anyone else!"

"Elsa, I may be of help!" Kristoff suprised himself, daring to speak up to this powerful queen.

Anna turned to look at him and Elsa stopped in her tracks. "What now?" Anna rolled her eyes.

"I- I-" Kristoff stammered. He racked his brain for ways to make Elsa stay.

"Wait! Your love experts!" Anna suddenly cried. Her face lit up. "Maybe they can help us out."

"Do you mind, umm, if I can see a small example of your powers?" He squeaked out. "After that I promise I'll leave."

"Kristoff!" Anna's voice rose angrily. But the ice harvester was too enchanted by the ice to pay attention to anything else.

Elsa held out her hand and several snowflakes materialized, whizzing over to Kristoff. They danced around him for a bit before disollving into air.

"Goodbye." The queen flatly said.

"That was amazing!" He cried joyously. "Can I get a souvenir?"

"Shut up! We have a kingdom and a blizzard to worry about!" Anna yelled.

"But that was so cool!" The two started arguing, before a loud cracking was heard around them as the castle shifted colors from bright to navy blue. Immediately their squabbling voices went still. They turned to the frightened Elsa who was backing away.

"Let's try to fix this together, shall we?" Anna forced her glare into a smile at Kristoff, who looked dreamy enough at Elsa to melt into his boots.

"But how?" Elsa demanded.

"Kristoff's love experts, to the rescue!" Anna rolled her eyes.

Next chapter: What if the trolls were the evil ones all along, and Hans and Weselton were just pawns in their game?