Hello, my sweets! Welcome to my very first Frozen story. Although I've written many stories before (and deleted most of them), I expect this one to turn out a lot better. My stories with smaller fandoms always tend to do that. This shall be rated T for future things and for foul language.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT FROZEN OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. IF I DID, ALL OF THIS STORY WOULD BE COMPLETELY LEGITIMATE WHEN IT COMES TO THE STORY. Too bad.

Kristoff Bjorgman had been following around a group of ice harvesters for quite some time now. He had a family, but he had to leave them in order to work on training for his future career. The ten year old was making his first ice delivery trip to the Southern Isles. He had been harvesting for two years alongside his reindeer Sven. Of course it was difficult to find food for the both of them, but Kristoff had always seemed to manage. This lead to eating things that he didn't prefer. He did eat just about anything however.

He had been told that they would all be delivering ice to the people who were in control of the Southern Isles. The king had fallen ill not to long ago, so he wasn't able to go get ice himself. Kristoff wasn't allowed to go to the palace with the other men since they worried the boy would get into trouble or that his reindeer would break something. Of course Kristoff found this absolutely ridiculous since his reindeer was very well behaved. He knew why he wasn't allowed in though. He didn't exactly know how to act around people. The only people he had ever really been around were the ice harvesters. The harvesters had talked about how much they disliked the king of the region because of his arrogance. The only reason the men bothered delivering to the king of the Southern Isles was because he paid the harvesters well. Walking away with that much more money in your pocket was certainly worth putting up with an arrogant prick.

Kristoff had been sent off somewhere else since he wasn't allowed anywhere near the castle. He decided he'd look around in a snow covered forest and maybe have some fun with Sven. His boots sunk down into the snow with every step until he reached the bank of a little pond.

"Wow, Sven! This pond isn't even frozen over. I wonder why that would be…" Kristoff mused as he pressed his foot against the thin sheet of ice that covered the edges of the pond. He heard a crunch of snow. The blonde knew very well that the sound wasn't from Sven's hooves. He was very familiar with the sound the reindeer's feet made in the snow where they had traveled so much together. He almost made a dash for the woods, but his curiosity kept him there. He saw a boy dressed in clothes that appeared to nice to even go outside in. He wore a fur coat, a pair of blue pants and probably the nicest pair of boots Kristoff had ever seen. The other's face was spotted with freckles and his hair was a beautiful auburn. He looked across the pond towards the blonde with a surprised look in his soft green eyes. He stomped over worriedly to Kristoff, the reigns of the brown house behind him in one of his fists.

"Who are you and what are you doing here? What is that creature with you? I am Hans, prince of the Southern Isles, and I demand answers." The curious little red-head spoke, now standing close to Kristoff. He stood on his tiptoes in order to seem a bit taller in order to intimidate the blonde, giving him a pointed glare. One of his auburn eyebrows were cocked up a bit. Kristoff, to the disappointment of Hans, didn't seem very phased by the other.

"I'm Kristoff. I am here delivering ice to this place… This is Sven." Kristoff had tried speaking to the other with the least amount of words he could use. The redhead smiled before almost tackling the blond in a hug. The ice harvester blinked as a result of the hug and gave Hans just a little tap on his shoulder. Hans had 12 older brothers and was often ignored by em. His parents were also so focused on both the duties that needed to be performed as royalty and his brothers, he didn't receive a lot of attention. His horse was the only thing that provided company for him usually. Whenever Hans met strangers, he took to them almost instantly. Kristoff was no different.

"Hi, Kristoff! I like to come out here sometimes and just sit around. I've never seen anyone else here. I had to come outside since mama and papa are expecting company." He smiled as he sat down on a tree stump next to the river. Kristoff smiled back at Hans before sitting down on the stump next to him.

"You're not a bad person…. I rarely get to talk to someone besides Sven." Kristoff said with a smile, actually quite charmed by the boy. He was so nice and quite handsome at the same time. It wouldn't be bad hanging around him.

"Wow… You talk to your reindeer? I've never thought to talk with animals…" Hans said as he leaned against Kristoff's shoulder.

"You know..-" Hans began "I think I would like to come out here and sit with you everyday." This made the blond smile for just only a moment before a sudden truth hit him. Kristoff would have to leave eventually in order to go back to harvesting and delivering. He heard someone calling for him and he assumed it was one of the men. He knew he probably wouldn't get any other notification other than that.

"I have to leave now…" The blonde said as he went with Sven back over to the brush that outlined the lake.

"Why do you have to leave now? I just got to meet you." The little red-head hurriedly followed Kristoff, tears brimming up in his soft green eyes. Kristoff gave Hans a big, warm hug in the hopes of calming him down a little bit.

"Hey, I promise I'll see you again… I don't know when it will be, but we'll definitely meet again, okay?" Kristoff said as he took a step back and gave a little sigh. Hans sniffled a bit before he wiped the tears away from his freckled cheeks.

"I'll hold you to that promise…" The redhead said as he watched Kristoff run off to go meet back up with the harvesters. Kristoff had been the first person to not completely ignore Hans. He couldn't wait to see the blonde ice harvester. The only thing that Hans didn't know was that it would end up being another 5 years before they were able to spend a full day together.

Kristoff was quite excited to be going to see Hans this year. He had heard that they would be staying a night in the Southern Isles during this delivery since they had so much ice to deliver. As usual, many of the men didn't want the blonde boy to take part in the delivery because they worried his manners were less than perfect. That wasn't exactly the case. Just because Kristoff usually chose not to be around people didn't mean that he was lacking in manners. He knew, however, that it was about time that he stopped traveling with these men and went out on his own. He was fifteen now.

Kristoff knew where the castle was, but he did have a small problem. He wasn't entirely sure how he would be able to get in to visit Hans. He was pretty sure that he remembered when the redhead's room was. He made a small snowball and threw it up at one of the many windows that covered the side wall of the large building. He then saw the window open, greeted by a familiar freckled face.

"Hey! Are you gonna let me in, princess?" Kristoff blonde chuckled as he grinned up at the other.

"I'm not Rapunzel, you peasant! I can't throw my hair out and let you in through the window. Go to the door in the back." He yelled at the other, knowing that nobody paid enough attention to him to notice all of the yelling. Hans hurried down to the door and opened it for Kristoff. He was taken back a bit by the change in the blonde blonde appeared a lot more masculine and had grown into a larger build. He was also quite a bit taller than Hans now. The redhead was over dressed as he usually was, and Kristoff was actually kind of happy to see the other like that. He never understood the point in being that dressed up. Hans hugged Kristoff tightly, throwing his arms around his neck. The ice harvester, of course, smelt like he had been sleeping with a reindeer. The prince didn't quite mind it. Kristoff gently rubbed the other's back before his masculine arms encircled the Hans' waist. He hadn't expected the other to be so happy to see him, but he hadn't expected him to become so important to him either.

"Would you want to come inside, or would you prefer I step out?" Hans asked before his eyes traveled down to Kristoff's mud covered boots. There was his answer. Hans grabbed Kristoff by his wrist and lead him over to the garden that sat behind the tall and extravagant building. This area was often used when his parents were entertaining and the guests happened to want to step away from the party. He had always chosen not to go to those sort of things. The redhead would usually watch the people in the garden from his window. He knew that his parents wanted to set him up with with some daughter of a duchess or a princess. He wanted to be able to choose who he married, and it definitely wouldn't be any of those girls he had just met.

He sat down on a cold marble bench with Kristoff. It was fall, but it was still already quite cold there. Sometimes he hated living in a place that was rarely warm.

"Kristoff, how long will it be until you have to leave me again?" Hans asked in a somewhat sad tone. Usually their meetings would start off with excitement and then the redhead would begin crying at the end. Kristoff reached a hand over to gently pat one of the other's shoulders in an attempt to make him feel at least a little bit better.

"Well, I'm not travelling with the other harvesters any longer, so I think I'll be staying the night here in the Southern Isles." The harvester responded. Hans' freckled face almost instantly lit up with excitement when he heard those words come from the other. He grabbed one of Kristoff's hands and brought it onto his own lap.

"That's great. You could spend the night right here and everything will be absolutely wonderful!" Hans began to babble on about how excited he was that Kristoff would be able to stay around with him a bit. Sven pressed his muzzle against the blonde's shoulder, as though asking him where he would end up going. This lead Kristoff to look at Han with almost a questioning look.

"Don't worry about that. We can keep Sven out here maybe… My parents have nothing planned for the night. You would also be able to see him out here from my window." The prince said as he gently ran his slender fingers along the calloused hand belonging to the ice harvester.

Kristoff had agreed to the idea of Sven staying out there since a problem could very well occur if he were to be in the stable where a lot of horses stayed. He had tied the reindeers reins to one of the trees near the outer corner of the little garden. The harvester then went back to the little marble bench where he sat back down next to the red-haired prince.

He knew that he probably wasn't supposed to be going into Hans' house. Hans had invited him in, so as long as no one sees him, he should be fine. The harvester would be as out of place in that castles as Sven would be among a bunch of snooty horses. He knew that the prince probably wouldn't let him leave his room for the rest of the day and the night that would follow. He didn't really mind this too much. He knew that the redhead's room was probably a lot warmer and far more comfortable than a stable, which is usually where he had to stay. Just recently he had been able to stay in a cabin with the other men. Hans stood up from the little bench and peaked his head into the house to see if anyone was nearby. He hurried over to where Kristoff was, grabbed him by his wrist and attempted to pull him up from the bench. Unfortunately, Hans was a little to weak to even cause the other to budge just a little.

"We have to hurry, and you have to leave your boots out here.. I don't need you tracking mud all through my house… They would certainly blame me for that." The redhead said with a little sigh. Kristoff took of his shoes and sat them underneath the marble bench before he stood. The two boys hurried in and up the winding staircase that was in a rarely used hallway within the house. They managed to make it to Hans' room without anyone seeing them. Kristoff gave a little sigh as he closed the door behind him. He had never been in the redhead's room before. It was a little smaller than what he would expect for a prince. His room was well decorated though. The harvester gave a little sigh. The floor was a shiny oak and the walls were crown molded. There was a gorgeous light green bedroom set, including his twin sized bed.

Hans was eager to talk to Kristoff about almost everything. They had never really gotten to talk with each other about themselves. The prince would usually just hug the other in the most possessive way he could manage. He would tell Kristoff how much he missed him. Then Hans would begin crying and clinging onto him when the harvester would tell him that he had to go. The only problem they had right now was that neither of them knew what to say.

"When's your birthday?" Hans asked out of the blue. He wanted to know more about Kristoff since he did like him so much.

"My birthday is December 4th." The ice harvester responded simply. This brought a smile to the prince's face.

"Ah, you're a sagittarius then. My birthday is July 28, and that makes me a leo." He says. Kristoff raised a thick blonde brow at Hans as though questioning what that had to do with anything. The prince just shrugged this non-verbal question off, acting as though it didn't matter. Hans knew that the blonde was about a year older than he was. He really was into things such as horoscopes.

"What is it like to be able to travel all over the place and get to meet people all the time? Do you enjoy that sort of freedom, Kristoff?" The redhead asked. Although he was constantly ignored, he still wasn't allowed a whole lot of freedom. He used to be allowed outside when he was younger, but once his parents found out that he was talking to strangers, they decided it would be best to keep him inside. He laid back against the wall, giving a little sigh.

"I guess it's alright… I don't like not having one place to come back to. Sven and I don't really have a home. We rarely stay at the same place two nights in a row… The people are nice though. They'll give us things sometimes in return for bringing them ice. Some people aren't as nice. They'll call you names because of your job or appearance, but what can you really expect of people? They're unaccepting and unkind for sure. It's rare when you come by someone who is even pretending to be nice." Kristoff said with a low huff as he looked down at his calloused hands. Hans looked at the blonde with a genuinely concerned expression. He wrapped his arms around the harvester and hugged his large frame tightly, face pressed into his shoulder.

"I promise that I'm not like other people, Kristoff… I care about you." The prince said in a soft voice, almost sounding hurt. Kristoff wrapped a muscled arm around the other, giving a little sigh.

"Maybe you're right about that… I care about you too…" The blonde spoke in a very quiet voice as though he was trying to make sure that no one else would hear his words other than the boy in front of him. He ran his hand up and down Hans's back slowly. The redhead gave a little sigh before he leaned up a bit, giving Kristoff a swift peck on his cheek. This made the blonde become flushed. Hans slowly pulled away and looked out his window. He saw that the sun was going to hide behind the tree tops.

"I'll go grab something to eat for the both of us." Hans told Kristoff before he slipped out of the room, giving him an awkward little grin. The blonde smiled back and leaned against the wall. When Hans went down into the kitchen, the cook was a little suspicious when Hans grabbed a tray and about three of everything in the kitchen. He wanted to make sure that Kristoff would have enough to eat.

"Tell mom I'll be eating in my room." The prince told the cook as he carried one of their nice treys that had been covered in six bowls and 9 plates of various sizes all stacked up and set out on it. It was a good thing that he was good at balancing things as he walked. It was a necessary talent for a proper prince. He managed to push his door open with his foot. He sat down on the floor and placed the golden trey down in front of him. He grabbed 3 of the plates and one of the bowls. The prince's cook had certainly cooked a lot of different things. Kristoff eagerly got down on the floor in front of Hans.

"I brought you two of everything because the portions are kinda small." Hans said as he grabbed a spoon and began to eat the bowl of soup he had claimed. While he took about thirty minutes to eat his food in his small, princess like bites, Kristoff ate about everything in ten minutes. He leaned back against the side of the bed. Hans realised that it was a good thing he had brought so much food up to the room. He moved so he was sitting next to the blond and leaned his head one of his broad shoulders.

"That was probably the best meal I've ever had…"Kristoff says with a little sigh, wrapping a large, masculine arm around the red-haired prince's waist. Hans gave a little smile.

"I'll go dress myself and then we can go to bed." The smaller of the two said before he got up onto his feet and went into the bathroom. He put on a very feminine looking pajama set consisting of a tank top and a short pair of shorts. He then hopped up onto his bed and placed his feet on the lap of Kristoff, who was still sitting on the floor.

"You need to go to bed now… I'm ready to go to sleep." He tells the other, tracing little circles into the ice-harvester's thigh with his big toe.

"I almost don't want to sleep since we only see each other every couple of years…." Hans continued on.

"Don't worry about it, Hans. I'll stay a little longer in the morning to make up for it." The older of the two assured with one of his big, warm, and almost goofy looking smiles. The prince pulled his legs back up onto the bed and got comfortable under his fluffy thick blankets. Kristoff stood and turned the lights off and sat back down so he was leaning against the edge of the bed. He sighed softly, knowing he probably wouldn't be able to sleep well like this. Hans lay facing away from the ice merchant, but after a moment of trying to sleep like this he decided he couldn't let the other sleep on his floor. He rolled over closer to the wall so his back was against it. He lifted his blanket, exposing the soft blue sheets that lay beneath it.

"Come here, Kristoff… You can sleep in my bed as long as you don't hog my blanket…" The red-haired prince says, a light pink forming under the freckles of his cheeks. It was then that Kristoff plopped down on the bed next to him, almost crushing Hans in the process. He covered himself and took a moment to get comfortable. The prince snuggled his face into the other's broad, muscled chest. This made the ice merchant blush a little bit from Han's gentle heat against his own form. He wrapped a long arm around the younger before he closed his eyes. He hadn't slept in any real bed in a very long time and it was certainly nice to be able to sleep in a bed with someone he cared about.

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