Oh, and by now you probably realized that the italics are Kristoff's thoughts, just letting you know that now. I'm an idiot.

At the hospital, Kristoff lays in wait, for his parents to come pick him up. The painkillers wearing off quickly, Kristoff's head pounds, about ready to explode. Five staples in my head, how did I manage that on the first day of school.

The doctor comes in and smiles brightly at Kristoff. "Hello Kristoff, how are you feeling?"

"Like crap." Both him and the doctor laugh quietly.

"Hopefully not for long. Do you think you are up for answering some questions?"

"What kind of questions?" Kristoff glances at the door and two officers are standing outside. "Where are my parents?"

"Simple questions, and they are on their way as we speak." The doctor sits down and takes his glasses off. "You told the Ms. Winters that someone pushed you and resulted in your injury, is that true?" Oh, these questions.

"Yes I believe so."

"Do you know who it was?" He got his pen ready to write down whatever I say.

"It was Hans. I don't know his last name. But he goes to my school."

"He's responsible for your injury?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Just ask..." Anna. "You can ask Anna. Anna Arendelle. Although it seems that her boyfriend is Hans. She might not tell you he did it."

"We'll be sure to ask." The doctor writes some things down. Are they investigating the incident with Anna?

About 30 minutes after the doctor left the room and Kristoff's parents got to the hospital, the detectives that had been standing outside of the room came in and closed the door behind them keeping the conversation confidential.

"Kristoff we'd like to ask you some questions regarding Hans Westergard. If it's alright with your foster parents of course." Kristoff cringed when he called them that. They are his parents. And they always will be. His mother nods her head giving silent permission.

"Is this about Anna?" The officers look at one another, neither answering his question. "Is she alright? I heard that he hurt her? Is that true?"

"Calm down young man. We came here to ask you the questions-"

"Then answer mine." His anger erupted for a moment, his facial expressions hard and angry. Quickly they soften, when he realizes how loud and uncalled for that outburst was. What the hell man? Whats wrong with you? "Please. I just want to know if she's okay."

"Yes she's fine. But now we need to ask you some things. Do you know Hans?"

"Yes, I know that he pushed me down in the hallway and caused me to come here. I know that when he pulled Anna away from our conversation this morning she looked terrified. And I also know that he couldn't keep his hands to himself." The officer who asked him the question widened his eyes toward Kristoff.

"Are you saying that he was aggressive toward her this morning?"

"Yes." Kristoff said simply.

"Have you ever had a conversation with him?"

"Not more than two words." They sat in silence as the officers wrote notes down. Kristoff looked out the window, two leaves seemed to dance across the sidewalk. The image brought a smile to Kristoff's face.

"Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Bjorgman, Kristoff. Take it easy." They left, and the doctor came back.

"Good News Kristoff. You are free to go home." His smile still wide and full.

"When will we be getting the bill?" Mrs. Bjorgman asks.

"Well, you won't be getting one. The hospital is billing the Westergard's. Everything is handled." Well not Everything.

Their car pulls into their driveway as the sun starts its way down the sky. Kristoff's mother helps him out of the car and up the walkway. A cool breeze makes the hair on his arms stand on end and a shiver run down his spine. He looks down the street at the big houses and fancy gardens. At the bottom of the street, at the edge of the cold sac, he sees a woman with silvery blond hair run out, of the biggest house on the street, to greet a girl that can't be more than 5 years younger, not that he can see all that much from this far away, with a big hug. The younger girl turns her face, tears run down her cheeks. She looks so familiar. Her hair looks a lot like… Anna's.