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Chapter 5: Fun

"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty."

The words seeped into Kristoff's ears as he lay against something furry, covering his eyes with his beanie. "Give me…five more minutes."

He could hear the voice chuckle. "Déjà vu," the voice – it was a she – said, causing Kristoff to groan. Sitting up, he whipped off his beanie to find a smirking Elsa staring down at him. He glanced back to find Sven still snoring loudly.

Rubbing his eyes, he stood up slowly. "G'morning, your Maje – Elsa."

The queen laughed. "You're still having trouble with that?"

Kristoff shot her a slight grin. "Shut up."

One thing was for sure; Kristoff was not at all a morning person. His hair was always terribly messy, he often times had dried saliva running out of his mouth, and goddamn – he needed to brush his teeth. Badly. With extra toothpaste for his tongue.

A few minutes later, he and Elsa sat at a table – made of ice, of course – and ate breakfast.

Kristoff had a feeling the food came from ice as well – how was that even possible? But how on Earth would they have an assortment of breads and two sticks of butter before them? Kristoff didn't think grocery shopping would have been the wisest decision for Elsa at the moment.

So if everything was made out of ice…

He frowned suddenly. "Don't tell me you slept on a bed made out of ice."

The queen shrugged as she chewed on a croissant. "It was comfortable," she said simply. Clucking her tongue thoughtfully, she decided to change the subject.

"So, Kristoff…who is your family?"

The man choked unexpectedly, breaking into a coughing fit.

"Ack – sorry – it's uh…" he wiped his mouth awkwardly. "Well, I was an orphan – it was just me and Sven. We didn't stay at a special house, or anything – we actually followed the ice harvesters a lot. Then, one night, something led us to a group of people – uh, kind of – and well, they decided to take us in." He chuckled slightly. "Not your usual orphan sob-story, but it's something."

"What exactly led you to them?"

The man frowned. "It's hard to remember, it's been so long." He shrugged. "Probably wasn't all that important."

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"Hans!" Anna called to the man. The prince turned around. "Anna?"

She sighed. "I just wanted to apologize, for uh…the whole marriage thing..."

"Anna," Hans chuckled. "This is the third time you've apologized to me this trip! I think I get it now."

She nodded, but she still had a worried look on her face. "It's just that…with the wedding and all…"

He shot her a charming smile, which shut her up. "When all of this is over," he told her, taking her hand in his, "we'll find a way to work things out. I promise."

The princess smiled at last. "Okay."

"Princess Anna! Prince Hans!" a handful of the volunteers ran up to them quickly. "We think we know where the queen has headed!"

Prince Hans raised an eyebrow as he un-mounted his horse. "Where's that?"

One man gestured beside him, and a living snowman waddled up to the prince. "Hi, I'm Olaf! And I like warm hugs!"

The prince chuckled. A talking snowman, huh?

Next to him, Anna was thinking back to a memory; a memory of the snowman in front of her. She remembered Elsa and herself outside, creating the most lovely snowman she had ever seen.

"Hi, I'm Olaf! And I like warm hugs."

"I love you, Olaf!"

"That's right!" she exclaimed. "Olaf!"

Hans looked at her questioningly. "Is there some sort of connection here?"

Anna smiled. "Well, kind of."

The princess knelt down in front of the happy snowman. "Olaf," she started, "Can you show us where Elsa is?"

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"So, what…what are you going to do here?"

Kristoff leaned against an ice pillar as he watched Elsa stare out from her balcony. She hesitated with her answer. "I…I don't know. Honestly." She sighed. "I guess I'll keep living my life, but up here instead."

"You mean you're going to stay isolated from everyone else?"

Elsa nodded immediately. "It's for the best."

Kristoff wanted to argue so badly; a life alone didn't seem like a very happy life at all. But Elsa seemed so set in her ways that even if he did argue, it wouldn't change anything.

Well…she didn't have to spend it alone.

Before he could change his mind, he grabbed her hand and started for the door. Elsa gave him a confused look, and he simply grinned. "We're going to have fun right now," he declared. "I don't know what the hell we're going to do, but you need it. So there."

Elsa hesitated. "Kristoff…"

He wasn't going to hear any of it. "Hey," he said, stopping her thought. "Remember what I said? Let's make this fun." He shot her another winning smile, and Elsa couldn't help but feel one spreading on her lips.

The door burst open and out they ran, hand in hand. Kristoff examined what they had around them.

One out-of-place ice castle, and snow. Lots of snow.

Smirking to himself, he gathered up a ball of the white powder and eyed Elsa, who was starting to back away from him.

"My queen," he said dramatically, "tell me; how good are you when it comes down to snowball fights?"

Elsa shook her head. "Kristoff, I don't think – ow!"

The mountain man had flung his snowball at her, hitting her directly in the face. "What was that, Elsa? I didn't hear you!" he teased.

Elsa glared back, a cocky smile growing on her face. "I was just going to warm you that this…this will not be fair."

Effortlessly, she had summoned a huge snow boulder above her head, smirking triumphantly at a now gaping Kristoff. "You had your chance, boy."

Kristoff distanced himself immediately from the snow queen, who was advancing to him at a dangerous speed.

"Oh, shit."

He slid down a hill, narrowly missing the big white ball of death.

Quickly diving behind a hill as another huge snowball was launched at him, he began to formulate a plan.

"Okay, I've got to utilize my surroundings; there are tons of trees here, and a few boulders as well…if I can use it all to move up to her, I'll be able to – "

"How cute."

Kristoff whirled around to see a smug-looking Elsa casually tossing a ball of snow into the air. "You lose."

The man was pelted with snow.

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"Ah, okay, okay – I surrender! I surre – agh, ow, ow, OW!"

Kristoff was attempting to shield his face from Elsa's unfair barrage of powder.

It wasn't going so well.

"Elsa, stop – mph!"

The queen had unforgivingly shot another ball directly onto his face, and had pounced on him shortly after.

Now sitting atop the man, Elsa smirked. "Hm, let's see…what to do with you…"

Her eyes widened suddenly.

"Do you happen to be…ticklish?"

Kristoff gulped. "Ahem – uh, no!" he said quickly.

Elsa did not believe him.

"You sound awfully unsure about it, Kristoff." She leaned in closer, her face only inches away from his. "I'm going to repeat myself: are you ticklish?"

"N-no, no, I am not!"

He was practically pleading at this point. Elsa noticed.

Triumphantly, she readied her hands at his sides. "We'll just have to do a quick test, then!"

She then evilly began to move her fingers up and down his sides, and an unmanly sound emitted from Kristoff – was that a giggle?

"Results are positive," she said, snickering as he continued to twist and turn, yelping at her constant touch. "He is ticklish."

"N-no, no, no, no, Elsa, don't you dare! Don't you – ACK!"

Kristoff attempted to get out of the position he was in, but Elsa had him completely pinned down.

The tickling was not helping, either.

Kristoff was shouting and giggling and screaming as Elsa continued his torture session. Sven, hearing his friend's calls of help, appeared to the scene in no more than a second, glancing around worriedly for Kristoff.

Upon seeing the sight before him, however, the reindeer chortled loudly. Leaning back, he smiled smugly as he watched the scene unfold before him.

The two were both laughing now – Kristoff, still out of intense pain and agony, and Elsa, a little too maliciously for a queen.

After what seemed like forever, the queen ceased tickling the man and smirked down at him as he breathed heavily. "You will never win a snowball fight against me, I guarantee it."

Kristoff huffed, scratching the back of his head tiredly. "I…I got that. Now…" He leaned forward to get up, but Elsa pushed him back down.

"Elsa, are you going to let me up?"

The only answer he got was an absentminded stare.

"…Elsa?"

Still no response.

"Oh, no, if you're planning on tickling me again, then I will – "

Elsa had then unexpectedly leaned forward and kissed the ice harvester without a second thought.

"Mmph!" Kristoff protested, at first; why was she doing this?

But as his eyelids slowly fluttered closed, he could almost hear Elsa's voice in his mind: It should be obvious, you dumbass.

His hand had instinctively become tangled in her hair, and she had pulled his head closer to her own.

The snap of a twig nearby rudely shoved them both out of it. Sven, who had silently come closer, was raising an eyebrow at the two.

Elsa could've sworn the reindeer had a smirk on his face.

And then she realized what she had just done.

Instantly, Elsa felt the blood rise to her cheeks faster than she could blink. Glancing at the man she was sitting on, she saw his face was just as red.

"I, uh…" quickly getting up, she brushed herself off and avoided eye contact with him. "I-I'm sorry, I got carried away."

She was met with a dazed look at first. And then a sheepish grin emerged.

"So…" Kristoff brushed himself off as well. "Does this mean I can say I kissed the queen of Arendelle? Or, rather…" he regarded Elsa with a twinkle in his eye. "The queen of Arendelle kissed me?"

"Shut the hell up." Still, the blush and the small smile on her face told Kristoff the latter was correct.

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"K-Kristoff?"

The man jumped, glancing around in the darkness.

The entire ice castle was dark; the only things he could hear were Sven's loud snores and a delicate pair of shoes clinking against the ice.

A torch was lit nearby, and Kristoff instantly recognized the queen, now dressed in a purple nightgown.

"E-Elsa?" He stood up, concerned. "Is…is everything alright?"

She shook her head, and he rushed to her quickly. There were tears in her eyes. "I had…I had a nightmare," she told him. "I'm sorry for waking you, it's just…it scared me."

"Nightmares usually do that." He wrapped an arm around her protectively. "Do you…do you want to talk about it?"

The queen shook her head. "N-no, not really…but please, just stay with me."

Kristoff nodded without a second thought, and they slowly made their way upstairs to Elsa's room.

Elsa did not want to tell the man about her nightmare.

This was mostly because the nightmare had been about him.

"N-no, please! Don't hurt him!" She pleaded the dark figures.

They were advancing onto her slowly, forcing her to move into a corner. Out of her peripheral vision, she could see him being kicked brutally as he yelled out in pain, clutching his stomach as they continued to beat him.

"Oh, my queen," the figure closest to her mocked. "So helpless to help your friend; he helped you when you needed him, and you failed to be there for him. I am disappointed." He clucked his tongue, shaking his head disdainfully at her.

The man – Kristoff – was lying motionlessly on the floor. There was a tear running down his cheek, and it broke Elsa's heart.

"Elsa," the figure continued. "Look at him; he's hurt because of you. Some queen you are." Raising a crossbow to her. "Your time is up, witch."

He effortlessly pulled the trigger, and Elsa woke up, crying and panting.

Now, she was shaking as Kristoff slowly lowered her into the bed. He's still alive, he's still with you…

"Elsa," the man commanded. "Take deep breaths. Think happy thoughts. It was just a dream…" He pulled her into a hug and gently rubbed her back soothingly, wiping away any tears in her eyes.

She followed his commands, and soon she was calm again.

"T-thank you," she whispered to Kristoff. He nodded, standing up. "Get some rest, okay?"

"N-no, Kristoff!" she grabbed his hand as he began to walk out. "Stay with me, please."

He obliged, and he sat down at the end of Elsa's bed.

She was still unsatisfied, though, and she patted the side of her bed.

Kristoff hesitated, and she huffed. "I kissed you earlier, this should be nothing." Then she blushed.

It was enough to make Kristoff smile, and the two lay side by side on the bed.

A-about that…" Elsa spoke softly. "Thank you. You were right; I needed it. I haven't had real fun in such a long time, and, well, the kiss…"

She stopped, and the man next to her grinned. Propping himself up on his left elbow, he looked at Elsa. "I think we both needed that," he said teasingly, and Elsa's face grew redder. "Shut up."

The two lay in a comfortable silence. Elsa instinctively rested her head on his chest, and he wrapped an arm around her petite form.

He chest moved up and down, up and down…the sound of his heartbeat lulled her to sleep.

Then – "Elsa?"

"Hm?" The queen glanced up at the mountain man, who was grinning genuinely at her. "I'd like to kiss you again," he stated simply.

Elsa blushed – again – and her lips drifted into a smile. "As your queen, I give you permission," she replied.

Kristoff wasted no time, leaning in almost immediately. He felt Elsa hum adorably against his lips, and it only encouraged him to kiss her longer.

As she drifted off to sleep, head settled soundly on his chest, he kissed her softly on the cheek. What a day it had been.

As always, thank you very much for reading. :P I hope my writing doesn't seem too bad; I'm kind of in a slump right now, but I'll do my best to come back.