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Chapter 2: "That's an Issue"
A rather rude ray of sun found it's way onto Elsa's face, and she moaned in agony as she blocked the sunlight.
"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty," a voice nearby her said. Still insouciant of her surroundings, Elsa grumbled and pulled the blanket over her face.
"Five…more minutes," she managed.
The voice chuckled. "Sven says otherwise."
Wait…who is talking?
Elsa's eyes flew open and she whirled upward to see just who was speaking to her.
She was met face to face with an amused reindeer.
Again.
"OH MY –"
She tumbled backwards and rammed her head into the wall.
"Ow…"
Kristoff let out a deep laugh as he moved over to help Elsa sit up. "I'm sorry, my queen," he said dramatically, "for your unfortunate –" He raised an eyebrow at Elsa. "That's quite the bedhead you got going there."
"Wha – ohhh, no." Elsa's hands flew to her hair, and sure enough, it was everywhere.
Cheeks flushing, she fumbled for something to block her tedious hairdo.
"Oh my god – I am – so – sorry you had to see this…oh –"
"We've all had bedheads before, your – mm, Elsa." The man chuckled. "Don't worry too much; there's a shower over there, free of charge."
He pointed to the small room nearby, and Elsa thanked him quickly and scurried over to the overhead.
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"So, tell me – why were you in such a hurry to get away from Arendelle?"
The two sat, facing each other on the couch. Elsa was holding a warm cup of cocoa, provided by chef Kristoff – "you need to add a good amount of sugar, but not too much" – who was more than willing to give Elsa tips on making hot chocolate.
The queen frowned slowly and shrugged. "I don't know how to explain it," she started. "See, my sister got engaged to someone she had just met that day, and me believing it was too early, rejected their blessing in marriage; let's just say one thing led to another, and now I'm here."
Kristoff took it all in before chuckling. "You explained it, all right." He whistled. "First day, huh?"
Elsa bit her bottom lip and nodded. He clucked his tongue and stated, "That's a little…too early, don't you think?"
Elsa sighed in relief; she was glad to know it wasn't just her who thought so.
"Yes, of course," she said. "And then it all went wrong…"
"So…what exactly did go wrong?"
Elsa hesitated. Well…I guess I'll have to tell him eventually. He's going to find out either way.
Taking a glass of water, she looked Kristoff in the eye.
"Promise me you won't…freak out, or accuse me of witchcraft, or…you know, call me a monster – it, uh, it kind of has already happened.
Kristoff raised an eyebrow. What the hell…?
But he nodded. "Okay, I promise."
Elsa smiled in thanks before turning her attention toward the glass in her hand. Instantly, the particles in the glass became pure ice.
She glanced back up to find Kristoff gaping at her.
"Please don't…freak out…" she grimaced.
Kristoff opened his mouth slowly.
"That was…holy shit," he breathed. Elsa couldn't help but smile, and he rolled his eyes. "Pardon my French. That was…that was incredible!"
A smile grew on his lips and he stared at Elsa with intense admiration, and maybe even a little jealousy.
"T-thank you," Elsa said. "It's nice to know someone out there sees it as a gift."
Kristoff laughed. "Well, who wouldn't?"
Her smile faltered. "Well, actually…I think pretty much all of Arendelle fears me now."
Kristoff frowned. "Hm…well, you being queen and all…I think that's an issue."
He then turned his head to the window, and he gasped. "What on Earth…"
Elsa followed his gaze. "What are you – oh, my –"
The two rushed out of the cabin and looked around frantically.
"Does it usually snow in this area?"
Kristoff shook his head. "N-no…it does a little farther up, but that's nowhere near here…"
A snowfall had begun, and it was at the wrong place at the wrong time.
For crying out loud, it was summertime.
And yet, nature had decided to turn the world upside down and let it snow.
But was it really nature's fault?
Elsa began to bite off more than she could chew. This is all my fault, she thought immediately. I started this – what the hell am I supposed to –
"Elsa – look!" Kristoff interrupted. She whirled around to see the direction of which he was pointing in and she gulped.
Kristoff was pointing directly towards Arendelle.
It was completely covered in snow.
"Arendelle is…what?!"
Kristoff turned to Elsa, but fear and panic had already begun to take over. She gripped her hair in began to move uncontrollably.
"Get it together, get it together," she muttered to herself.
"Your m – Elsa, are you alright?"
She shook her head. "I – no – I – I need to get out of here!"
Without thinking, she began to walk briskly in the direction of the North Mountain.
"Hold on –" Kristoff began to follow her. "You aren't leaving by yourself, are you?"
Elsa didn't look back. "T-thank you for everything, Kristoff, but I…I need to leave. Now."
She continued to walk away, but was met with a pair of antlers as Kristoff rode the reindeer to catch up.
"Elsa, you are not going on your own," he stated. "You don't…you don't even know this area, do you?"
Elsa didn't answer.
"Come on, Elsa…just, please let me go with you. Wherever."
She hesitated, and he added, "I won't be doing anything for a while, anyway – if the fjords are in a frozen state, then so is my ice business."
She sighed. "I'm sorry, I-I really didn't mean to halt your –"
He cut her off with a raised hand and a chuckle.
"Hey, hey – don't worry about my ice business," he assured her. "However, to make it up to me, take me with you!" He smiled at her, and Elsa couldn't help but notice how contagious it was. Soon, despite of herself, she had a small grin on her lips as well.
"Okay, fine," she said. Elsa looked him in the eyes.
"Thank you – I mean it," she added. "I'm sure letting you come along would've been the best decision."
He smirked and bowed dramatically. "Anything for her royal Highness," he said in his best (or worst) posh accent. She let out a giggle – he was good at getting her to do that – and grinned back at him.
"Shut up."
He chuckled. "So…where are we headed?"
The queen nodded, back on task. "The North Mountain."
I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter. Sorry I take longer than most to update a story, especially since it's a thousand words only, but I just make up this stuff as I go along, and writer's block can kill me sometimes. That's my excuse. :) Anyway, tell me what you think! Thank you.
