Kristoff grunted as he braced his feet as water burst from the open end of the fire hose that he and five others were gripping. They arced the spray across the burning building, sweat beading down the side of Kristoff's face. Luckily for them, no one was home when the house caught fire so it was straight-forward call: put the fire out. No rescues, no—

A high pitched wailing just barely reached his ears and he looked back to see a young girl, no older than six, fighting against her mother's arms. It wasn't unusual for a kid to be upset that their house was on fire. Most of them had attachments to their toys, and he attempted to focus on his current task to direct the hose.

Movement in his peripherals caught his attention, and he barely had time to react. With five other men holding the hose, he didn't second guess his decision to release it and reach out for the small child that was sprinting towards the house. He caught hold of her arm as she attempted to run past, and hoisted her into the air and up on his hip.

"Whoa there, kid. What are you doing?" He reprimanded, looking at her with disapproval.

She was sobbing, tears streaming down her face as she pointed towards the house.

"Tibby!" She cried, reaching towards the house.

His brow furrowed as he turned, walking her back to her parents.

"I'm sure they can buy you a new Tibby." He said, imagining some stuffed animal.

"Oh, thank you." The mother cried, relieved as she darted up to them. "I looked away for a second…"

"Tibby!" The girl wailed again as Kristoff placed the child in her mother's arms.

A pained look crossed the woman's face and Kristoff felt off about it.

"Ma'am, is there a pet in the house?" He asked, adrenaline spiking through him.

"Yes, her kitten, Tibby." the mother said, "But I'm sure he's gotten out…"

Kristoff didn't want to take that chance.

"Where do you leave the cat when you leave?" He barked.

As soon as he received the information he needed, he sprinted towards the Chief; his father.

"Sir, there's a cat inside." Kristoff relayed, opening the side of the firetruck to retrieve his mask.

"Kristoff, it's probably dead already." He said.

"Pabbie, I have to try for that little girl." Kristoff pleaded.

A moment passed, and he watched his father's expression for his permission. Not like he would listen to him anyways.

"I'm going." Kristoff said, doning his mask and sprinting into the house.

The house was filled with thick smoke, obscuring his vision as he made his way through the house. He was thankful for his uniform, as he pushed through a wall of fire to reach his destination. The mother said they put the kitten in the laundry room when they left, so he was praying that it was still alive.

Creaking above alerted him to the weakening of the house's structure, and he pushed forwards, reaching the door to the room. Due to the heat from the fire, and the water, the door had expanded and he stepped back. Lifting his right foot he reared back and kicked the door in, in one swift motion. The door splintered and snapped open, allowing him entrance to the untouched room.

He looked around, scanning quickly over the piles of laundry. A faint mewing reached his ears and he located the animal cowering behind the dryer.

"Come on Tibby. I got ya." He said, effortlessly pulling the dryer out of the way.

The cat was terrified, to say the least, so he was expecting him to run out of the room as soon as he was discovered. Smoke inhalation made the kitten weak, so Kristoff was able to thwart it's attempt to escape. He picked up the kitten and tucked him into the inside pocket of his jacket.

"Hang tight." He said before starting out of the room, just as the roof above him collapsed.

Pabbie frowned as he looked towards the entrance of the house.

"Come on, Kristoff, where are ya…" He said quietly to himself, as if saying it would make his son materialize.

The sound of creaking reached his ears, and his heart plummeted as he watched the roof cave in on the house. He let out a gust of air that he didn't know he'd been holding as he watched a soot-covered Kristoff stumble out of the house, ripping his mask off and gasping for air.

Kristoff couldn't pull in enough of the clean air fast enough. He had thought he was a goner when the roof collapsed. His father was the first to run up to him, clasping his shoulder.

"That was a fool thing you did." He reprimanded before pulling him in for a hug. "But I'm damn proud of you."

An angry mewl sounded as the men hugged, and Kristoff backed up and pulled the kitten from his jacket.

"Be right back, pa." He said, moving towards the little girl and her mother.

Pabbie watched with a smile as his son handed over the small kitten and the young girl wrap her arms around him. He briefly wondered when Kristoff would settle down and give him a grandchild to spoil, but knew that wasn't a good topic for him. As Kristoff returned to the group, Pabbie turned to the rest of the men as they continued to hose down the house.

"Hope you boys like Chinese." He bellowed with a smile, "Dinner's on me."