Author's Note: Prompt was Kristoff teaching Anna how to hunt, fish, etc.
On How Not To Endear Yourself to the Queen
They went ice fishing on Monday.
Because he had been busy setting up their seats, Kristoff had failed to notice Anna sawing enthusiastically away at the ice, only jerking his head around at her startled "Oh!" when the circle disappeared into the frigid water below, taking her with it. Both of them were soaking wet and wracked by shivers by the time the flailing princess had been rescued from the hole she'd made, which resulted in a very miserable ride back to the castle.
One hasty, if sincere, apology to the concerned queen later, Anna was happily wrapped up in a warm bed with hot tea to combat her sniffles and Kristoff was happy to be let off with a warning to be more careful with the princess. And no more ice fishing.
They went hunting on Wednesday.
Kristoff had checked to make sure that the shotguns had been cleaned and examined thoroughly, their ammunition of the highest quality, and the game the dullest and slowest of birds. This made things that much worse when he watched, as if time had slowed down, Anna swing her weapon in a sweeping arc, single opened eye focused on the targets, towards his face. Dimly he heard a strangled cry from his right a split second before Sven crashed into her, sending the woman to the ground and the spray of pellets whizzing harmlessly over the reindeer's back.
Kristoff endured a full-on lecture this time by a now incensed Elsa, interspersed with Anna's repeated claims that no, it wasn't his fault, and it wasn't Sven's, either, so please would you just calm down because it's just a bruise, okay? Admittedly, it was a bruise that covered a significant portion of the princess's upper body, but it could have been worse.
Elsa remained unconvinced when she sent him away to think about what he'd done.
They went trapping on Friday.
The head smith had fumed silently as Kristoff rejected each and every one of his traps, his only response to Kristoff's request for "wooden traps, or something that couldn't possibly hurt anyone-wait, what about woolen covered traps?" a small, but significant facial tic. The ice harvester eventually settled upon one trap made out of heavy, iron jaws, and one that consisted of a single piece of string and a stick.
"How does this work?" Anna muttered as they waited for their prey to arrive. She'd somehow managed to get the string wrapped around several of her fingers so that her hands were tied together. Kristoff sighed and patiently began unwrapping each finger one by one, working around her squirming and chattering with a patience inspired by the queen's face when she glared at him. She was almost free when a fox stepped out from behind a bush, which Kristoff knew about by the way Anna's hand shot out as she shouted "Look, a fox!" before her tied hands sent the pair of them off-balance and careening towards the ground.
Anna let out a cry as she fell, and Kristoff felt his short, pitiful life flash before his eyes as he dived forward and shoved her out of the way, seconds before landing on a rather familiar pile of leaves.
The queen did not say anything to him this time besides a quiet recommendation that he see a doctor immediately, or at least staunch the bleeding. Kristoff, who hadn't been aware that he was bleeding again, nodded dreamily at her and wandered off in the general direction of a physician, shadowed by a very apologetic princess and a concerned reindeer.
Three weeks later, when the bandages came off, they tried cooking.
Anna lifted the spoon to her lips and, glancing briefly at Kristoff, blew on it delicately before taking a measured sip. Her cautious expression blossomed into a look of startled pleasure, and, without cleaning the spoon, she dipped it back into the pot of tea and lifted it to his face. "Try it!"
Obediently, he ducked his head and accepted the offering with some trepidation. But then he, too, was smiling, despite his fears.
He mulled over the taste, rolling it around on his tongue, before swallowing. It was sweet, almost sickly so, but had a flavorful aftertaste that he'd never experienced before when brewing tea. "Wow. That's…well. I, I kind of started you off on something really simple because I was afraid you were going to-" He paused and looked away hastily. "…uh, I was afraid you wouldn't like things that were too complicated, but…" He looked between the pot and her beaming face before chuckling. "That's actually pretty good. What did you do to it?"
"Oh, I didn't really follow the recipe you gave me: I wanted to try something new, so I used some of the leaves from those branches you gave me last week, you know, the ones with the white berries?"
His face fell. "…the mistletoe?"
He seriously considered drinking the rest of the tea. Elsa would kill him anyways.