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Okay, it's a bit short... but hey, I'm working on it! It looked a lot longer in Google Docs.
I'll mostly update on weekends, maybe on weekdays if I'm good or I'm sick or it's a snow day or we're having a school vacation...
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P.S. I have an idea for a new story, it's a bit general now but I'm working on it! Also, my other story "Dear You" (The poems and stuff) comes second to this one! It's more of a casual thing for whatevers and yeah...
It seemed that they had been together for just a moment before the sun began to set. This was their curfew appointed to them by Queen Elsa, and so as to not disappoint the person whose opinion mattered most, Kristoff and Anna rushed inside the castle. Queen Elsa was waiting for them, her posture rigid and her fingers tapping impatiently.
"You made it," she said curtly. "Anna, you have leaves in your hair. Go clean yourself up for dinner, you look like a mess. Prince Kristoff, I believe that you should be going now. Due to your, ah… circumstances, instead of sending a letter to notify you of further meetings, it would be best if you could stay in town for a few days. Someone will contact you if we wish to see you again."
Kristoff nodded quietly. He was about to say a polite goodbye and walk out, but Anna cut him off.
"Oh, Elsa, why can't he stay here?" she asked, a slight whine to her voice. "It'll be so much easier! You won't have to send anyone out, and… and… well, what's the point of guestrooms if we never have guests?"
Queen Elsa was dangerously silent for a moment. Her face was emotionless, her voice controlled when she spoke. "Anna, we can't…"
"Please!" Anna begged. "Just this once. A few days! That's all it is."
"All right," Queen Elsa sighed. "But only for a few days. And if he causes any trouble, he will be sent away." She glared at both Kristoff and Anna when she said this.
"Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" squealed Anna, hurrying forwards around the desk to fling her arms around a highly affronted-looking Queen Elsa.
"Control yourself!" the Queen snapped. "Now, get out of my study, both of you. Anna, please show Prince Kristoff to his room. I think that large one at the end of the right-hand third floor corridor will do."
Without further word, she practically shoved the pair out of the room, slamming the door behind them.
…
"Did she really have to do that?" Anna grumbled as they ascended a spiraling staircase. "Not just kicking us out, but putting you in a guestroom that's a whole floor above mine!"
"Is that so?" Kristoff grumbled. "It's like she doesn't trust me. Not that I'm offended or anything, it's just that…" He trailed off.
"I get it," nodded Anna. "You want her to like you. But that'll be hard; she never really liked anybody. A bit antisocial, I guess." They stopped in front of a tall white door at the end of a red-wallpapered hallway. Anna sighed. "Well, this is me, then."
"See you tomorrow?" Kristoff asked hopefully, his brown eyes pleading. She met his gaze and laughed.
"If I can get out of here. It seems like Elsa will be calling the shots from now on."
"That's only until we're married! Then we can do whatever we want." said Kristoff happily.
Anna smiled dreamily. "Married… ah, yes. Free to do whatever we want without having to worry about getting caught!" She kissed her tall companion on the cheek (standing on her toes to do so) and, throwing him a fleeting goodbye, walked inside her bedroom and closed the door.
So she wants it too. See, she does love you.
That night, Kristoff had a rather restless sleep. He had a strange feeling that something was or would be terribly wrong. No matter what he told himself, he was worried. About Anna, about himself, about their plan.
It'll all go wrong. I'll mess up somehow! I'm not even close to what a prince should be. Some little detail that I missed, and everything crumbles to the ground.
Relax, everything is fine so far!
So far. That's only one day. And Elsa doesn't even like me! It's guaranteed that she'll be watching.
Calm down already… sleep a bit… everything is okay… the plan will work…
The curtains were drawn, yet the sun still shone brilliantly through the window, directly onto the face of the sleeping man. He blinked and shielded his eyes.
"Agh, too bright," Kristoff muttered. "and too early in the morning." Nevertheless, he shook himself free from the fluffy white blankets and stood up. Since he didn't exactly have time to pack (not to mention the fact that what he slept in was dirty and very un-royal) he had slept in the stiff blue jacket and black pants he had worn the previous day.
Not a single person was in the hall when he opened the door; it seemed uninhabited.
Maybe they're eating breakfast…
But when he went down to the first floor dining hall, it was as equally empty as the hallway.
Anna could be up too…
But barely two steps of the spiral had been climbed when Kristoff felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see a man with dark reddish hair dressed in the simple clothes of a servant, an expression of urgency on his face. "Sir?" he asked carefully.
"Um… yes?" Kristoff replied. "Listen, I need to go…" He placed his foot on the next step. But the man gripped him even more tightly.
"Please, I need your help!" the servant begged. Kristoff sighed inwardly and turned around. As he did, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and his vision went dark.
…
Anna skipped through the corridor, suddenly overwhelmed with joy. One day down, just a few more to go!
"Elsaaaaaaaa!" she called. "Breakfast!"
"Anna, I'm already down here. And please, be quiet!" Elsa sighed loudly from the first floor.
"Whatever, I'm going to go wake Kr- I mean, ah… our guest." Anna stated, trying to sound as formal as possible while holding in a giggle. Kristoff was a prince and a guest, to be treated with the utmost respect.
"Hey, Kristoff!" she yelled as she flew up the flight of stairs to the third floor. "Prince Kristoff!"
Anna reached the end of the hall and pounded on Kristoff's door. "Open up, slowpoke!" she teased. "Are you even awake?"
He must not be. I better go in. Wait, what if he's changing? Oh gosh, I don't want to walk in on that! But he'd still say something to tell me he's there. Okay, I'm doing it. I'll open the door. Three, two… one!
Nothing, absolutely nothing. The bed was empty, and the room unoccupied.
Anna wasn't particularly worried. He could already be at breakfast…
When she ran back down to the dining hall, there was no one but Elsa, who sat at the table eating a bowl of porridge with amazingly straight posture. Is it even possible to eat in a regal way?
In her mind Anna went through every possible place that Kristoff could be, including strange ones like hiding in a closet.
Feeding Sven… No, he had arranged before to have one of the ice harvesters take care of the reindeer for a few days. Outside, taking a walk around the grounds… He wasn't there either. Hiding somewhere… That was just ridiculous. Why would he be hiding?
"Elsa!" Anna panted, running into the dining hall once again, this time covered in sweat from checking every single place in the castle for Kristoff.
The queen was just finishing her meal. She stood up to leave, then caught sight of the out-of-breath princess leaning against the door frame.
"What is it?" she snapped. "I have work to do and there's no time for silly things like this!"
"Elsa, just listen to me!" Anna insisted. "The Prince…" Her voice seemed to catch on the words as fear slowly grew at last. "Prince Kristoff is missing."