So, after a week and a day, the story finally begins! Prepare yourselves!

I also promise the chapters will get longer. Starting out is always kind of rough.

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I don't own Frozen.

Chapter One: Lights Up

"There!" I exclaim with a huff, as the last box of my belongings is set on the floor. "That should be the last one."

"You sure?" Kristoff asks. "I feel like we've been doing this for hours."

I roll my eyes at him. Typical Kristoff, really; always complaining about something.

"That's 'cause we have been doing this for hours," I tell him.

"And whose fault is that?" he questions sarcastically.

A pause.

"Uh, ow!"

He totally deserved that hit to his shin. Grinning triumphantly, I address him, "You didn't have to help me move in, you know."

He just sends me his trademark cocky grin and retorts, "Well, what kind of friend would I be if I didn't offer to help my girl move in?"

"Then stop complaining!"

"You know you love it," he gushes, making a point to muss my hair.

"Only 'cause I love you," I reply while laughing and trying to free myself from his big bear-hands. "Would you quit it?!"

"You know you love it," Kristoff repeats.

"Well, my hair doesn't, so stop it," I retort. "Do you really want to overstay your welcome on your first visit? I haven't even been in New York for a full 24 hours and you're already annoying me."

Kristoff crosses his arms and smiles smugly at me.

"That's what you get when you have me as a best friend," he explains simply.

Kristoff Bjorgman, ladies and gentlemen.

Honestly, I surprise myself sometimes with how much crap of his I put up with. Like how he always smells like his dog—a Rottweiler who is an even bigger oaf than Kristoff—or how he proudly flaunts the fact that he picks his nose and eats it. I mean, really? What are you, Kristoff, five?

Granted, I've never seen him actually do it, thank god, but it seems like such a random thing to joke about all the time that I've really just come to accept it. As long as he doesn't do it around me? Eh, live and let live, I say.

Okay, so wow… That just got way off topic. I already mentioned the fact that I ramble, right? Exhibit A; take note.

Anyway, I had just moved to New York that day. Like literally, my plane had landed first thing in the morning, Kristoff had met me at the airport, we met the moving truck here at my new apartment, and here we are now. A fresh start for a girl fresh out of high school. I was excited to move to the Big Apple; excited to start the next chapter of my life in a completely different environment. Growing up in Louisville, Kentucky, you get a hint at city life, but I'm sure Downtown Louisville is nothing compared to Manhattan.

I would later come to learn that I couldn't have been more right in my assumption. But we'll get to that shortly.

"So," Kristoff starts with a huff, plopping down on my newly purchased couch. "Want me to stay and help unpack?"

Opening a box at random, I turn to him. "Are you really offering, or are you just saying that to be nice?"

"Bit of both; mostly the latter," he replies.

I roll my eyes again. "Figures."

"I mean, you do have a lot to unpack; it will probably take you the rest of the afternoon."

"I don't plan to do this all at once, silly," I tell him. "I do want to spend some time exploring the city before it gets too dark."

"Then just unpack the essentials and let's get out of here," Kristoff all but orders me. "I'm bored."

I huff and throw the freshly unpacked TV remote at his head.

"Then do me a favor and hook up the cable so you can watch TV," I offer.

"Yes, Your Highness."

This time, it is my PS4 controller that finds purchase atop his thick skull.

"Hey!" he shouts.

"Hook that up while you're at it," I say without looking at him.

"Whatever you say, Your Grace."

"Kristoff, shut up."

XxXxX

So after another hour of unpacking and banter with Kristoff—seriously, that's quality friendship right there, guys—we set out so Kristoff could at least start the grand tour of the city. It would obviously take a few days—and knowing me, probably weeks—for me to know my way around, but hey, like I said, it was a start.

We gave my new subway pass a test run and wound up at a burger joint in Brooklyn. Kristoff had told me that, if anything, come to Brooklyn for this place. Apparently they had the best burgers in the whole city.

He wasn't lying.

"Holy shit, Kristoff, this thing is amazing!" I cry out after taking just my first bite. "I mean, I can literally feel my arteries clogging!"

The blond chuckles and says, "I know, right? Isn't it amazing?"

I nod and agree. "So amazing."

I take another bite of my double cheeseburger with bacon topped with onion, tomato, lettuce and ketchup as Kristoff takes a sip of his drink.

"So, you planning on entering the annual boxing tournament the city throws?" he asks me next.

"Of course!" I boast, puffing my chest out in pride. "It is why I moved here, after all. Although I don't know how good I'll be after I demolish a couple of these bad boys." I wave my burger around for emphasis.

"That's true," he concedes. "Physique is important in your field."

"Yours too," I tell him, referring to his playing ice hockey. "I mean, yeah, you guys are allowed to be big—in fact, it's encouraged—but there's a difference between big and fit, and big and…well, big." I reach across the table and poke at his belly fat.

"Hey!" he exclaims with a chuckle. "That's just my food baby!"

"Food baby?" I chide. "Really, Kristoff?"

He just scoffs and takes another bite of his own monstrosity of calories and grease.

"Whatever, I'll just work it all off tomorrow," he mumbles, his mouth full.

"Speaking of which," I speak up. "What's the best gym to go to closest to my place? Preferably one I can run to and from."

Kristoff shrugs. "There's several. One's actually right at the end of your block. The one I go to is all the way on the other end of Central Park from where you live, though."

I match his shrug with my own. "Can I run there and back?"

"You can, and knowing you, you will."

"Then I choose that one," I state with confidence.

"You do know that Central Park is, like, huge, right?"

"All the more reason for me to include it in my training!"

The big lug just shrugs once more. "Whatever you say, girl."

XxXxX

The next day, I wake up early to find my way to the gym Kristoff and I had been talking about yesterday and register. I didn't plan to run today, as I honestly had no idea where I was going. I was simply going to explore the park, take note of what would be the quickest route across from my place to the gym, and come back home. After registering at the gym, too, of course.

There was an entrance to Central Park right across the street from my apartment building. It was amazing really. I lived up on the seventh floor which gave me a great view of the entire park. You could see across its entire expanse, and from seven stories up, the park didn't honestly look that big. I knew on the ground, however, that would probably be a different story entirely.

I was right.

I swear I've passed this tree, like, three times, I grumble internally to myself as I walk down one of the park's many paths.

I was beginning to regret not having Kristoff tag along. Surely by now he knew the park like the back of his hand. He had been living here for two years now; it would be kind of weird if he didn't.

Eventually, like two hours later, I find my way out of the park, and I am pleasantly surprised when I realize I came out only a few blocks away from where I intended. Beginner's luck, huh?

Tracking down the gym goes by without a hitch, and in no time I'm standing before a large two-story building. I grin. Call me weird, but gyms always got me excited. I loved them. I loved going and working out; I loved all the different machinery and ways to stay fit; I loved the pain you felt the morning after; I loved everything about it.

I pull open the double doors and couldn't help but grin as the familiar scent of rubber, Clorox, sweat and…chlorine?—they had a pool, cool!—fill my nose. Gross, right? Nope, I loved it.

I almost skip up to the front desk where this hulk of a man is sitting, perusing the New York Times.

"Hi!" I chirp as I come to a halt.

He looks up casually, but upon seeing me standing there and not just shouting at him in passing, he smiles and puts the paper down.

"Hey there," he greets.

"I'd like to get a membership, please," I say. "I just moved here yesterday and my friend recommended this gym to me."

The man's smile widens imperceptibly. "Well then; tell your friend thanks, okay?"

I nod. "I will!"

He spins around in his chair and gathers a few pieces of paper before turning back around. Putting all the papers on a clipboard, he hands me it along with a pen.

"Fill all this out, please," he says.

I nod and scoot down the desk a bit in case someone else comes in. The forms were your typical kind of documents: your name, address, what kind of membership you wanted, etcetera. The other two sheets listed all that the gym offered like classes and equipment while the second had a map.

Handing the first form back to the man, I watch as he glances over it.

"Anna Summers, huh?" I nod again. "Well, Anna, I'm Ralph. Nice to have you aboard. Welcome to the gym!"

"Thanks!" I beam. "I'm so excited; I love gyms. That's not weird is it?"

Ralph laughs and it's so boisterous it resounds throughout the entire floor, I'm sure.

"To some it may be," he replies. "But not to me, and I'm sure the rest of our members would agree with me. Why would you join a gym if you didn't love working out?"

"Ha, right. Silly question."

He shakes his head, the smile still on his face. "It wasn't, really. A silly question would be if you walked in here and asked if we had treadmills."

This time I laugh. "That would be silly!"

He chuckles before turning back around.

"Let me get your membership card for you," he says. "We'll put your first bill in the mail next month."

I nod, despite the fact he can't see it.

While Ralph is busy making my card, I take the time to look around. The lobby area was pretty big. Immediately after walking in, Ralph's desk was to the right and to the left was a display of items for sale like water bottles, towels, even clothes with the gym's name and logo on it. The further in you went, eventually you came across gates like they have down in the subway. Upon swiping your card, you were permitted access to the rest of the gym. I walk over to the gates to inspect how it worked so I wouldn't look like a fool the first time I tried to get in. It looked simple enough.

Backing back out into the lobby, I look up. There was a large window that spanned the entire building from the second floor that looked down into the lobby. I watch as several people run on treadmills, there was even one guy on a bike. I grin; and that was just what I could see from here. I was getting more excited by the minute.

"Anna?"

I spin around as Ralph calls me. I basically skip back to the desk.

"Yes?"

He smiles at me again. "Got your card ready." Brandishing the card, he hands it to me.

"Great, thanks!" I nearly squeal.

"Can't wait to see you," Ralph then states.

"Yeah, I'll most likely be back tomorrow!"

"See you then."

I thank him again and start to head out. Thinking of something last minute, I spin back around.

"How late are you all open?" I call.

"Technically we're open twenty-four-seven," Ralph hollers back. "There may not be anyone at the desk, but you'll always be able to get in with your card."

I beam. "Great."

Waving and thanking him once again, this time I actually walk back out to the street.

As I head back towards Central Park to head home, I glance at the gym over my shoulder and smile once more.

My training starts tomorrow.