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Chapter 6: Trouble

Mornings. Hooray.

Kristoff rubbed his eyes groggily. Yawning, he shifted his head slightly to look around.

Ice chandelier, ice walls, ice flooring, ice…bedpost, ice – ice mattress?

Kristoff, with a confused look on his face, turned slowly to see –

Oh, god.

There was the queen of Arendelle herself; a rested head on his chest, breathing contently as she subconsciously wrapped an arm around his torso.

If he weren't being pulled back down into the mattress, Kristoff would have died of how adorable Elsa was.

However, he was being pulled down.

"Elsa? Elsa, I need to – ow, okay –"

The queen awoke slowly, glancing up at the ice harvester, who managed a smile.

"Morning, you – I'd love to talk more if I weren't your royal pillow."

Elsa raised an eyebrow. "W-what? I don't – oh."

Cheeks flushing, she unwrapped her arm and sat up, realizing her current position.

"So, we, um…we slept together."

"Yep."

"In…in the same bed."

Kristoff shot her a cheeky grin. "Problem?"

Elsa shoved him slightly, a smile growing on her face. "Actually, I'm not supposed to be doing this."

He raised an eyebrow. "What, running away from Arendelle? Yeah, I don't think it's allowed either."

"Shut up, you dumbass." Chuckling, she continued. "I – I should only be romantically affectionate toward other royals…it's in the rules."

Kristoff frowned. "I was never one for rules."

The smirk he received from the queen was what he was hoping for. "Me neither."

Reaching up to instinctively fix her hair, Elsa's eyes widened. "Oh, no…is my hair…?"

"Absolutely tedious."

Panicking, Elsa nearly tripped over herself twice as she rushed to the bathroom, glaring back at the man who was calling, "I was kidding! It's not that bad. Well, okay – it's still terrifying, but that's not important!"

The two spent the day exactly as they had the previous day: acting like six year olds as they pelted one another with snowballs.

Elsa won, of course.

She had pounced the ice harvester once again and had tortured his sides until they both ached with laughter – Kristoff ached for other reasons as well.

It was déjà vu to both of them – at least, until Elsa had leaned down to kiss him; there was no hesitation that time.

They had gotten a little feisty with the kiss.

Elsa was soon moaning against Kristoff's lips as he tangled a hand in her hair. His free hand moved down her back until it was resting gently on her hip.

She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, caressing his cheek softly as their lips continued to crash.

Smirking to herself, Elsa abruptly pushed Kristoff down so she was straddling him.

"I'd love to tickle you at this time, but I'd hate to ruin the mood."

"Right?" A voice – that did not belong to Kristoff – responded.

Elsa yelped and leapt off of the man, growing redder by the second.

"Like," the voice continued. "I always hate when people ruin the mood! It's so awkward, and it's rude, and I just – ugh! I hate it!"

It got louder and louder until a clumsy moving snowman appeared from behind a tree.

Elsa sighed, and Kristoff raised an eyebrow, chuckling. "The snowman turns out to be a hypocrite."

Upon hearing Kristoff's remark, the snowman waddled over to him. "And the snowman's name is Olaf, and he likes warm hugs!"

A smile grew on Elsa's lips, remembering as she created the snowman the other night.

"Olaf," she asked, "were you out here by yourself?"

Grinning, he shook his head. "Nope!" he replied, popping the 'p'. Calling back to where he had come from, he yelled, "Guys! You can come out now! I found them!"

Elsa's smile faltered. "Wait…who's with you, e-exactly?"

Still smiling cheerfully, Olaf responded. "There's a nice girl named Anna, and a prince named Hans, and –"

Without a second thought, Elsa snatched Kristoff's hand and bolted back to the castle.

"Whoa – hey, hey, slow down!"

Elsa didn't, not until they were behind the closed doors of the ice castle. Huffing, she leaned against the door and sighed.

"Elsa…what's…what's going on?" Kristoff leaned against the door as well. "Are you…are you okay?"

Elsa shook her head. "They've…they've finally come." Peeking from inside the door, she spotted Prince Hans talking to Anna. The younger girl was motioning Hans, Olaf, and the rest of the men to wait outside, while she pointed back to the castle. Elsa watched Hans give her a hug, and she winced at the sight.

Turning back to Kristoff, she told him, "You…you have to go and hide, somewhere. Please." But Kristoff shook his head. "If they've arrived to hurt you, then I'm staying right here."

Elsa managed to smile at the mountain man. "Anna's not going to hurt me; she'd never hurt me. Just…" she stood on her toes and kissed him gently. "Do this for me, okay? Please."

Kristoff frowned. "That's not fair," he pouted, and Elsa smacked him lightly, smiling. "But okay, I'll do it…for you." He kissed her again before running with Sven into a secluded room.

Elsa sighed, pacing. What am I going to do? She's outside, they're outside, and one wrong move could possibly –

The door was pounded on three times, and it began to slowly open up.

"Conceal, Elsa…don't feel…"

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"I know, Sven; I'm worried for her too."

He could still hardly think – after all, the idea of him with the queen of Arendelle herself was enough to take in alone – and already they've got visitors – visitors Elsa seems to be pretty scared of.

Kristoff tried to distract himself with some of Elsa's designs on the icy walls, but even the intricate patterns of icicles and snowflakes couldn't divert him from his current thoughts.

Bulda did say I was "quite a charmer", but did I really have enough charm to catch the queen's attention?

Well apparently, he did. And vice versa, too. Kristoff was beginning to worry he had fallen in love with Elsa.

But she's so beautiful, and funny, and adorable, and –

Kristoff could picture Elsa smirking at his thoughts, shaking her head as she laughed.

You see? He was still thinking about her.

Elsa, what have you done to me?

A loud yell bounced off the walls, stopping only to rudely shove Kristoff's thoughts out of his head.

Slowly creeping the door open, he scanned the large room.

A snowman – Olaf, it was – stood at the steps, watching Princess Anna chase after her sister, who climbing the stairs.

'Cause for the first time in forever,

I finally understand

For the first time in forever,

We can fix this hand in hand

Kristoff ran to the snowman, who continued to stare. "Olaf," he began. "What's going on?"

The living snowman turned to him, and for once he wasn't smiling. "I think Anna and Elsa are arguing about something."

Kristoff bit his bottom lip. "Want to come with me? I'm going to follow them."

Olaf smiled almost instantly. "Okay!" he exclaimed.

Kristoff slowly followed the princess, keeping out of earshot. He spotted Elsa as she moved all the way to the top floor, Anna close behind.

Please go back home,

Your life awaits

Go enjoy the sun,

And open up the gates

You mean well,

But leave me be

Yes, I'm alone but I'm alone and free

Just stay away and you'll be safe from me

Elsa paced the floor, trying to convince Anna to leave. Kristoff, now standing behind the door, watched through the small crack.

"Actually – we're not."

Elsa turned back, confused. "What do you mean we're not?"

Anna sighed. "I get the feeling you don't know."

Frustrated, the queen turned back. "What do I not know?"

Anna held her hands together and winced. "Arendelle's in…deep, deep, deep snow…"

Elsa's eyes widened. "What?"

"You kind of set off an eternal winter," Anna continued, "everywhere."

"E-everywhere?"

The younger sister's smile re-appeared. "Well, it's okay, you can just unfreeze it!"

But Elsa shook her head. "N-no I can't, I…I don't know how!"

"Sure, you can – I know you can!"

'Cause for the first time in forever

(Oh, I'm such a fool, I can't be free)

You don't have to be afraid

(No escape from the storm inside of me)

We can work this out together

(I can't control the curse)

We'll reverse the storm you've made

(Anna, please, you'll only make it worse)

The man watched intently as the two fought, ready to step in if needed. A small storm was beginning to stir up around Elsa as she continued to move away from Anna. The princess was desperately trying to convince her older sister to return, but Elsa was not having it.

We can face this thing together

We can change this winter weather

And everything will be…

(I can't!)

The storm was sucked into Elsa's chest for a brief moment, before turning to icy bolts and violently erupting all over the room.

The bolts went everywhere; into the walls, into the floor, into…Anna's heart.

Elsa, glancing around, gasped as she saw Anna struggling to pick herself off of the ground.

Kristoff bolted through the door, followed closely by Olaf.

"Okay, okay – what is going on here?!" He turned to the princess. "Are you alright?"

She nodded. "I'm…I'm alright." Standing up, she shot a glare at her sister. "I'm fine." Then she stared at him. "W-who are you?"

He shook his head. "It doesn't matter right now." Turning to Elsa, he sent her a questioning look.

"Anna – you have to go – "

"No, Elsa," she argued, "I am not leaving without you."

"Yes…yes, you are."

Shooting her arms forward, a large snowy cloud appeared from her hands.

The figure morphed, growing larger and larger until it became a giant, abominable snow guardian.

Effortlessly picking up Anna and Olaf, it began to make its way outside.

"Hey, put me down – Elsa!"

The princess cried out one last time before the creature disappeared from sight.

"E-Elsa?"

The queen gasped, wrapping her arms around her body. "What…what have I done?"

"Hey, hey, Elsa! Calm down," Kristoff spoke slowly, placing a hand on her shoulder. This time, however, she shrugged it off.

"Please, please – stay away from me!"

"…Elsa?"

"I just…I don't want to hurt you, like I hurt her! For the love of God, just…d-don't come near me right now." The queen was shaking, hiding her hands from sight. "P-please, Kristoff…for me."

He sighed. Not being able to help her killed him. But she wanted it.

"…Alright. For you," he said at last. Stepping out slowly, he began to close the door.

Through the cracks, the last thing he saw was the face of a terrified, crying queen.

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Elsa's large snow monster – Marshmallow, Olaf called it – had successfully scared off the men, chasing them all the way down the mountain, where they had begun.

Grunting, Hans brushed snow off of himself as he watched the others do the same.

"Anna," he asked her, "what on Earth happened back there?"

The princess sighed. "I tried to convince her that it would all work out, but…but she wasn't listening. She…" Anna held a hand over her chest. "She struck me with her powers."

Hans gasped. "You…you said she'd never hurt you!"

"Well…I was wrong."

The prince bit his bottom lip, thinking. He then called a handful of volunteers. "Take Princess Anna back to Arendelle, immediately," he ordered. Anna, upon hearing this, began to protest.

"Anna – I know how much you want to help, but you have to go back." The prince grimaced. "The cold weather is only going to make it worse. I…I can't even begin to think about you getting hurt any more than you already are."

"B-But Hans, I – "

"Anna," he pleaded. "Please."

Eventually, she gave in. "…Okay," she said at last. "Just…just promise you'll talk to her about it? About everything?"

He nodded. "I promise."

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