Feisty Pants

Emotions clashed within him. He felt like screaming, he felt useless, he felt confused, he felt… devastated.

Kristoff looked over at Sven as they trudged up the hill away from Arendelle. Away from… Anna.

What one earth was going on? These feelings, where are they coming from?

"Uggh! Were they right? Was my love-expert family right?" Kristoff yelled at the snow-laden trees. Sven grunted and gave him a look of bewilderment.

Did he? Could he? Perhaps he… no. He didn't. He couldn't. It wasn't possible. Or was it?

Oh, who am I kidding? Right doofus, you're the one trying to fool yourself!

Kristoff made a face-palm and groaned.

Fine! I admit it! I… I love Anna! Tada, happy with yourself, Kristoff? You have a crush on the princess of Arendelle, the princess who is engaged to a prince, the prince that is supposed to kiss Anna and allow her to live that a creepy, strange ice harvester man brought her to. Good luck with that one, Kristoff!

Great, now he felt like crying. He hoped Anna would be all right. What if she isn't? What if she… no, he wasn't going to think like that. Anna will be fine.

Kristoff smiled at the memory of her. Her stubbornness of wanting to leave that night and not a dawn, her attitude when he shushed her on the sled, her excitement when he told her he was coming too, her feistiness when the snow-monster threw them, her flustered face when he told her to worry about her hair, her sweetness when she insisted that she was sure she would love his crazy family. And then there was the desperate, pale face with that distant look in her eyes as he held her while rushing to Arendelle on Sven. He had never felt so scared in his life, this beautiful young lady was about to die and her life counted on him taking her to Hans.

Kristoff still felt opposed to this Prince Hans, but if he saved her life, then he would be grateful. Kristoff suddenly stopped, he turned around and traced his tracks with his eyes. He knew it would freeze to his face, but he allowed one single tear to slip down his cheek. He would probably never, ever, see Anna again. Why would he? Why would she want to?

Kristoff turned around and nearly ran right into Sven.

"Come on buddy, let's go."

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His heart was pounding and alarm raced through him. Then, then he saw her. Slowly stumbling to him, barely saying his name.

His hopes went up, just a little. His concern doubled though at the sight of her pure white hair, ghostly pale face, and blue, frozen hands held to her chest.

Kristoff ran as fast as he could, stumbling and slipping on the ice.

He stopped and held his breath. Anna had turned the other direction to… to Elsa! Anna! Her name formed on his lips but his lungs wouldn't allow him to speak it.

Kristoff literally stopped breathing as he watch the most horrible thing in his life take place. He painfully watched as Anna dove in front of Hans' sword and slowly freeze to solid blue ice.

"No." He whispered as the sword shattered and Hans flew back.

Anna, would be lost forever. He felt anger boiling within him and he felt the urge break or rip something to pieces. No, someone.

Hans! That traitor! That good for nothing, filthy rich, girl stealing, deceitful, little player!

Kristoff hung his head, but he was suddenly nudged by Sven. He glanced up and saw the blue ice slowly thawing starting near Anna's heart as it slowly spread throughout the rest of her body.

Relief and excitement coursed through his veins, and he felt like throwing his fist up in the air.

Kristoff managed to not rush over to her and envelop her into a crushing embrace. He watched the interaction between the two sisters instead. He then marveled as Elsa thawed all of Arendelle.

Anger once again surfaced and boiled when he saw Hans slowly getting up. Kristoff began to charge the traitor, when Anna placed a hand on his chest to hold him back. He looked at her face and relaxed. He curiously watched as Anna confronted Hans.

Anna turned around and began to step away when she suddenly whipped back around and shot a hard punch in Hans' face. Hans wasn't expecting the blow, causing him to fall of the boat. Kristoff felt like cheering as he heard the splash of Hans hitting the water.

That's my feisty pants!

A/N

Hey! So I've decided to make this into a series of Frozen one-shots! ;) Hope you enjoyed this one!