Chapter Two - This Isn't Over

Five years. Five, stinking years and still this guy won't give me a break. Here I am sitting at the front of this overrated sleigh, covered from head to toe in moss and dirt of some form and Anna won't shut up.

Now, I don't mind Anna rambling, since it's a nice way to catch her off guard with a kiss or an off-on-a-tangent comment to make her falter, or mess up what she was saying which was pretty cute to be honest, but no. Today she was doing the cute babbly thing to Mr Reindeer and Co, and the Grubby, smelly rouge kept shooting me smug glances and had this insufferable smirk on his face.

So what if Anna liked him? If anything he was probably her only friend aside from Elsa, and I was all for human contact and letting her choose her own friends but this poor excuse for a human being seemed to think that meant he had a chance.

Bah, I scoff at the thought of it. I'm not going to lose to this overgrown, troll monger. Heck, he didn't even stand a chance!

My eyebrows were starting to hurt and my cheeks were already very sore from the sharply engraved scowl that had graced my usually cheerier features. I hadn't blinked either as I glared fiery holes into the back f his thick barbarian skull, hoping I'd come at least an inch within inducing an aneurysm or something, just ANYTHING to make him quit flashing his grimy teeth at me like the sly bastard he thought he was.

Finally we reached the castle gates and dramatically I leapt over the side of the sleigh in one clean sweep, and brushed myself off, boredly offering Anna a lift down.

She went to take my hand, but then the bear decided to pick her up and place her back on her feet instead. I dropped my scowl in place of a shocked gape, an eyebrow lifted, tingling gratefully upon it's release from it's previous form.

And before I could get a word in she kissed him on the cheek and ran off to tell Elsa all about the 'fun day' we'd had being verbally and physically harassed by trolls.

Kristof, I believe his name was, turned to me and finally dared to speak a word, "You mad Prince Hans-ome?" He teased smugly, pronouncing my name as the first syllable.

I stood up straight and digging into the depths of my childhood of hatred I came back with a chillingly cold: "Mad? Why ever would the likes of a ruffian such as yourself be able to rouse me to such petty anger? I suggest if you want to play with somebody's mind, that you first reconsider where your social and intellectual standing lies."

I brushed past him, ignoring how his physique put me to shame and called back without a second glance, "You had better give up, Kristoff, Anna is mine whether you like it or not." I lifted up my hand and flashed off my half of the engagement ring set.

I swear I could smell his brutish grunt from where I stood.

"This isn't over, you prick!" He called back to me. I chuckled, pleased with myself as he began having a 'marital quarrel' with his reindeer, who by far had more manners that his master.