A/N Thank you again for all the reviews, faves and follows! Please by all means, keep them coming! And without further a do...may I present chapter 3! Enjoy!
I reach Kristoff's Aunt's cabin. It's a cosy, comfortable accommodation, the sweet aroma of cinnamon and pine always fills the rooms. Kristoff's Aunt was a jolly, sweet lady, she had long silvery hair and a bright smile every time I saw her, which was quite often. She had taken Kristoff in when he was twelve, after his parents had died, he'd dropped out of school and had gone to live up in the mountains with her. For someone who was 'lacking education' as someone had once said to him, Kristoff was quite bright. Sometimes I'd bring up school books to keep myself on tracks, but if I struggled with algebra or misspelt a big fancy word, Kristoff would help me and no doubt get it right every time.
"Ah Anna! Come in! Come in!" Kristoff's Aunt greets me, beaming brightly, gesturing for me to come in. I follow her in and hook my jacket on the wooden coat stand.
"Kristoff! Anna's here!" She called out, and as a reply, a loud thud could be heard from down the hallway.
"Must have tripped up! Clumsy lad he is." She toots in amusement, as she rolls her eyes playfully. I smile and begin to stand in the hallway awkwardly.
"Would you like me to make you some tea? I feel pretty useless stood here doing nothing." I ask. I know how much she loves camomile tea. I'd made her some once, because Kristoff had forgotten about it, and she had said, "Oh Anna darling, this is lovely, even better than Kristoff's." She winked, taking another sip.
"Oh yes please Anna, that would be lovely! Kristoff won't be long." She walks towards the lounge area and begins to prod at the fire with a poker and chucks in some old newspaper as the fire crackles.
I make my way to the kitchen, I know my way around as though it is my own home. I flick on the kettle and it begins to brew. As I wait, I drum my fingers over the counter and watch the mountains from the wooden paned windows.
"Hey." Kristoff's gruff voice echoes through the room as he enters the kitchen. His hair seems out of place and he is wearing a tired expression, along with his reindeer slippers.
"Don't tell me you were still in bed?!" I ask, trying to conceal a giggle.
"What? Uh? No...no of course not...I was just...err...you know." He stammers, scratching the back of his neck.
"Yeah, I know." I smirk, as I fold my arms mockingly. At that moment, the kettle clicks to indicate the water is boiled, so I turn my attention to the tea and proceed to make it.
"Here we are! Camomile tea!" I bring the steaming mug to Kristoff's Aunt and she takes it gratefully. I then notice Kristoff lingering in the kitchen doorway and I remember the real reason I have come.
"Wait what?" Kristoff questions, both a look of confusion and fright played across his face,
"I said, Elsa's gone missing and I need you to help me find her." I repeat with a huff, I felt like I had told him so many times, but it wasn't sinking in.
"But...but what do you mean she's missing?" He continues to ask questions.
"I mean she's not home, she's not skiing she's gone...and..." I remember last night and pause, thinking intently.
"And?" Kristoff repeats, looking at me with curious and questioning eyes.
"And last night she was upset." I finish.
"Oh..." Kristoff trails off, looking at his feet.
"So, I need to find her...I'm worried about her...please?" I plead, looking up into his chocolate brown eyes.
"Oh all right." He gives in, "But first," He observes himself, "Let me get changed."
"Deal!" I say, shaking his hand playfully.