AN: Wow, okay so this turned out taking longer than I'd thought. I planned to be further along with this by now, but I kept writing and writing until I realized I was almost at 2,000 words and I'd been sitting so long that I had no feeling in my lower body. Well anyway here's Chapter 2, I hope you all like it! Happy reading, my little snowflakes.

Oh yeah, and I don't own Frozen. Unfortunately.

"Anna, we look ridiculous."

"What? Are you kidding, we look perfect!" Kristoff looked doubtingly toward the mirror they were standing in front of. They were currently hiding in one of the castle's many washrooms. Turns out, scaling a castle wall was nothing compared to the mountains they faced practically all the time. The duo had made it into the castle unnoticed in a matter of minutes and ducked into the first unlocked room they could find. That was the easy part. Finding a good disguise, on the other hand, was a different situation.

It scared Kristoff how easily Anna had slipped out of the washroom and returned in less than a half an hour with the clothes that were their meal-ticket. It sparked a series of questions to erupt inside his head, 'Had she done this before?' or 'Did she murder the people who'd worn these just moments ago?', all of which went unanswered when Anna shoved a bundled up suit in his direction. They honestly didn't look half bad; (Anna had so nicely 'procured' a set of dress clothes from a pair of too-eager partygoers; apparently nobody was guarding the punch) that, with some squeezing on Kristoff's part, seemed to fit the two rather well.

The mountaineer was stuffed into a suit of a deep forest green wool and white trimming (Anna had laughed for a solid ten minutes because she said he looked like a Christmas tree) , nothing too rich or flashy, just a bit more on the dressy side than everyday attire. Anna on the other hand was a lot luckier when it came to her outfit, seeing as she was of average size. Her dress was the same color as Kristoff's suit, with the exception of the white trim being replaced by gold. It wasn't very revealing, coming down her chest far enough to show off some of the freckled skin on her chest and sleeves stopping just before her elbows, but it fit like a glove and she definitely pulled it off.

"So, how do I look?" She asked and struck a pose, "Am I the picture of sophisticated grace or what?" Kristoff just laughed as she lost her balance and stumbled forward, quickly stopping her from falling face first onto the floor. She jumped back aloof and began muttering to herself about something akin to 'I meant to do that'. Her friend rolled his eyes and peered into the mirror once again, straightening his lapels before glancing up at the mop of yellow hair on his own head.

"Anna," he hesitated, "What are we going to do about, y'know, our hair?"

"What do you mean?" said girl didn't even look up from whatever she was looking at to answer him, "It's fine the way it is."

"Mmhmm," plucking a stray piece of straw from a ginger braid, Kristoff wheeled Anna around so that she could look into the reflecting glass as well, "If only looking like we just rolled around in a barn was considered 'fine'." She cringed at the disheveled braids hanging over her shoulders, gingerly taking one into her hand and playing with it.

"Well, what do you suggest we do?" she asked, looking up at the man, and watched on with disgust as he effortlessly spit into his hands before running them through his tawny strands. To her surprise, after a couple of minutes Kristoff actually looked presentable, his usually shaggy mane pushed back and away from his face. Now it was her turn. She looked again at her reflection. She'd never really done anything different with her hair other than her typical braids, and she was at a loss.

"Maybe I could help," Kristoff began but was interrupted by the girl's frantic cry.

"I am NOT letting you spit in my hair!"

"I wasn't going to!" he looked away frustrated, "Just, let me give it a try. You might be pleasantly surprised." Anna crossed her arms as if weighing her options.

She finally gave up and threw her arms in the air, "Fine, have at it!"

Some time and a few curses at tugged hair later, Kristoff stood back from the girl to admire his handiwork, "Gotta say, Red, you actually look like a human being now." Slugging him in the shoulder, Anna turned anxiously to see her reflection and gasped because, well, her hair actually looked- pretty.

When it was rid of debris and the occasional tangle, Anna's hair was much more manageable, allowing the bulking ice man to gather it up in a high bun on the back of her head. How he had done it was beyond her, but Anna could barely contain the excitement within her as she bounded for the door.

"Hey," Kristoff laughed, following her out into the deserted halls. He grabbed her shoulder in an attempt to slow his feisty friend down enough so as to not attract attention to themselves should anyone pass by, "Is that anyway for a princess to act?"

She smiled sheepishly and began walking at a somewhat slower speed than before. "Sorry," she muttered, but quickly became animated once again, "I'm just so excited, Kris! I mean, we're in the CASTLE. This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance for us to enjoy the rich life!" A loud rumbling growl came from her stomach, reminding her why they were here in the first place, "And every second we waste standing here is a second we could be eating our hearts out, so c'mon!" Before he could protest, Anna had latched onto his elbow and was dragging him down the hall in search of the ballroom, which they eventually (after twelve wrong turns and eight backtracks later).

The entrance into the ballroom was just down the hall from them now, and all the nerve and anticipation Anna had once held had drained from her body and was replaced by dread and anxiety. She was crazy, they couldn't pull this off. She was quite literally raised in a barn, how could she pass as a noble of any sorts? Sensing his friends dread, Kristoff offered her a grin before striding toward the giant doors. Anna stayed frozen in her spot, unable to move forward as she mentally pictured every single worst case scenario that could occur if she passed through those doors.

"Kristoff, maybe this was a bad idea," she admitted. Kristoff only gave her a confused glance from afar.

"But this was your idea-"

"Yes, I know, but," she found a particularly interesting spot on the carpet and focused all of her attention on it, "Ijustdon'twannamakeafooloutofmyself."

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

Steeling herself, she looked straight into Kristoff's eyes and repeated herself, "I just don't want to make a fool out of myself."

"Oh, Anna," Kristoff made his way back over to her and enveloped her in a big hug, "You can't possibly embarrass yourself any more than you already have." She punched him lightly on the chest.

"I'm serious Kristoff. These people, they aren't just townsfolk in the street. They expect people to act a certain way, talk a certain way, I don't know how to do any of that."

"Then just act the Anna-way and they'll have to like you no matter what." He let go of her and headed to the door once again pausing briefly with his hand on the brass knob. He could hear the laughter and music from behind the thick oaken doors, and understood Anna's anxiousness, but he also knew that if they were to go unnoticed by the rest of the party, then they were going to have to act like none of this was foreign to them. Twisting the handle ever so slightly he called over his shoulder, "C'mon feisty pants, just be yourself."

Kristoff was really regretting giving Anna such awful advice. The bubbly red head had waltzed right into the midst of the party, excitedly greeting anyone who crossed her path, all of her worries obviously gone. So much for laying low, he thought.

Anna on the other hand was completely overjoyed. There was music and lights, and everyone was happy, by the time she'd actually reached the tables full of food she was no longer hungry. There was far too much going on around her to be concerned with something like food, and she had to take a minute just to absorb it all.

"See," Kristoff said through a mouthful of food, "I told you you'd be fine."

"Oh, Kristoff," she gushed, "Everything's perfect! Look at the dancing, and the cake, even the curtains are exquisite!" as if to prove her point she grabbed the nearest draperies and wound herself up in them. The blonde man just rolled at his friends and let her continue on rambling away at every little thing she could see. "And look at all the chocolate! And the music is so lively, and the food- well I haven't tried any yet, but it looks delicious! It's just all so- everything is-"

She was silenced by a sharp trumpet call ringing throughout the room, followed by a rather rotund man stepping up to the front of the room and clearing his throat. The trumpets died off, allowing the man to speak in a bellowing baritone that commanded the attention of all the people in the room; all except one particular girl tangled in the curtains whose attention was fixated on something- or rather someone- off to the man's right.

She didn't hear him go on about Arendelle's proud history, she didn't hear him thank all of the visiting royalty for attending that days coronation, all she could hear was her own heart racing in the strangest of ways as the figure she was so transfixed on made its way to stand by the speaker.

"And without further ado," the plump man's voice finally broke into her ears, startling her out of her daze, "It is my great pleasure to introduce our beloved ruler, Queen Elsa of Arendelle!"

The figure, the woman, the Queen next to the man offered a shy smile and a graceful wave to the crowd as they applauded. Anna subconsciously wondered how anybody could even find it within themselves to move in this woman's presence. Her skin was absolutely flawless, giving off an ethereal glow that even from a distance Anna could see plain as day; hair such a fair blonde that it could pass as white was pulled back into a braided bun, the glimmering headpiece she wore as a crown tucked neatly into it, and those eyes. Good gods those eyes, were such a crystalline blue that Anna could practically dive right into them and-

"Anna… ANNA!"

She jumped and turned to Kristoff, cheeks redder than the fabric she was entangled in. He looked at her expectantly as she fumbled around trying to form a coherent sentence. Realizing that wasn't going to happen, she settled on an inquisitive, "Hmm?"

"I asked," he paused to make sure she was in fact still listening to him, "What were you saying about the party?"

"O-oh right," she stuttered, "The party." Her eyes drifted around her surroundings before quickly settling on the Queen amidst a crowd of visiting dignitaries, "Everything is absolutely… gorgeous."

Curious as to what had his childhood friend's head all in a tizzy, Kristoff followed her line of sight. It took him a moment, there were an awful lot of people crowded around her, but eventually the mountain man saw what captured his best friend attention so, and if he was being honest with himself, he wasn't sure whether or not she was referring to the ball anymore.

To Be Continued