"Where the heck is that cabin?", Kristoff's frustrated voice filled the air. He's been going around in circles with Sven for at least an hour now.
Sven grunted in agreement and gave Kristoff a teasing glare.
"I'm not excited to see her Sven!", he mightily defended. "I'm just a bit curious.", his voice trailed and some color rushed to his cheeks.
They both agreed to go around one last time before giving up and going home. Sven carefully treaded the path, his nose sniffing and his ears widely alert. Kristoff did the same, neck was about to break looking around for the darned cabin. They walked on seeing nothing but trees, trees, and more trees.
Kristoff was slowly losing hope, his head hung low, when he saw a spark of blue light and snowflakes in the corner of his eye. His spirits were up in an instant and he rode Sven towards that direction.
Elsa was getting adjusted to her new place and she found the cold and quiet very comforting. She was outside the cabin, letting the cold crisp air fill up her lungs, her hands raised up, as though she was a bird finally out of her cage.
Elsa wanted to sit outside but there was no chair available. She was about to head inside to get a chair out but before she knew it, her hand already fashioned an ice bench. Ever since getting a scar on her left arm, Elsa has stopped wearing a glove there. Come to think of it, she's not quite sure why that is. What's gotten into me?, she thought.
Looking around, Elsa saw that she was alone and she thought that it would be alright to let her left arm free. It's been a while since Elsa openly used her powers. She knew what she wanted to build next.
"Holy ice caps!", Kristoff exclaimed in utter amazement as he saw Elsa's ice sculptures.
Elsa was shocked to see him around and a number of concerns raced through her head. She swiftly got out her glove from her pocket and put it on before Kristoff could fully come close. Kristoff was running towards the sculptures and Sven ran after him.
"Sven.", whispered Elsa with a smile. Sven bowed his head and acknowledged her greeting. Kristoff didn't mind them. His attention was all on the ice.
Kristoff studied the half-finished sculptures of the king and queen carefully. Elsa only had time to finish the upper part of their body up to the torso because of Kristoff's sudden appearance. "Damn. These look real and I'm not even sure how they look like in real life!"
Kristoff's arm was up and he wanted so bad to touch the sculptures but he was hesitant. Somehow it felt a bit awkward touching royalty even if they were ice.
"You may touch them.", Elsa gave him permission.
Kristoff removed his glove and touched the sculptures. He whistled and said they were flawless. He traced their features carefully. "This detail! Oh wow. I think I'm gonna fall in love."
Elsa just looked at Kristoff in surprise. "How can someone love ice so much?", she mused.
Sven grunted and Elsa seemed to understand.
Kristoff spent a couple of minutes praising the ice sculptures before he finally realized how awkward he might have looked. He then stopped, raised his hand behind his head, and said sorry. "I tend to get carried away when it comes to ice.", he explained, some color rising to his cheeks.
"Sven says it's your life.", Elsa replied smiling at Sven.
She understands Sven?, Kristoff thought incredulously. He looked at Sven and Sven gave him a teasing glance. "Uh, yeah. You see I sell ice for a living."
"I don't see you bringing ice.", Elsa glanced over at their empty cart.
"It's my off day. Sven and I were just walking around and we suddenly saw your place.", Kristoff explained.
Walking around, Sven thought. More like looking aimlessly for this place!, he grunted. Shut up Sven, Kristoff glared.
"Is it easy to find this place?", Elsa asked with a hint of worry.
Kristoff sensed this and he reassured her. "Not really..." Not at all!, he thought. "Sven and I are just really used to this place."
He noticed Elsa thinking deeply and he tried to change the subject. "How's your arm? I didn't know you're such a talented sculptor!"
Elsa thanked him again and said that her arm was fine. She told them to rest for a while and she went inside her cabin to get some snacks.
"She looks different huh Sven.", Kristoff said while brushing Sven's coat, his back against the ice bench. He could remember the elegant young lady in the forest who was wary of other people. "She feels different.", he added with a smile.
Elsa came out of the cabin bringing a tray of cookies and tea which she laid down on the bench. Kristoff got some and said thank you with his mouth full. He was hungry after searching for the place.
"Don't you want some Sven?", Elsa asked. Sven shook his head and just rested on the ground.
"He prefers carrots.", Kristoff explained. "Where did you learn to sculpt? Is this your job? Why did you move out of the town?"
Kristoff realized he just bombarded Elsa with questions and he suddenly felt embarassed. He was about to explain himself when Elsa started answering. "I had this uh.. talent ever since I was a little girl.", she started. She was carefully choosing her words as she spoke. "It's just a hobby, something I do for fun. I don't really work."
Kristoff stood up upon hearing this and put his arms around the shoulders of the king and queen like the three of them were buddies. "These are works of art!", he exclaimed. "You should share this with the world!"
"They're yours if you like.", Elsa calmly replied. "I can make new ones."
Kristoff was dumbfounded. Did she really just say that? "These are worth a fortune! They must have taken so long to make. Are you sure?", he looked at Elsa as though she was a crazy lady giving away her kidneys.
"Sure.", she replied with a hint of a smile. "Take it as a token of my gratitude for helping me before."
Kristoff wanted to jump for joy but he controlled himself. He sat down hugging his ice sculptures like a little boy with new toys, a grin all over his face.
"You really love ice.", Elsa said softly, almost to herself. I wish I could love it as much as you do, she thought. Flashes of the incident with Anna darted across her mind and a gloom was starting to creep onto her.
"It's getting late.", Elsa announced as she got up. "I think it best that you leave now."
Cold again, thought Kristoff. Elsa picked up the tray and went inside the cabin without another word, sealing the door behind her with ice. Sven got up and grunted quite unsure of what just happened.
"Let's go Sven.", Kristoff said with a hint of disappointment.
AN: This is so much fun to write haha. I hope you're enjoying it as much as I am. Thanks for the feedback. Keep them coming! I love reading each and every one. See you in the next chapter. :)