Anna hadn't slept well. The thought of Kristoff possibly being found excited her to no end. Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore. She had to do something. She got up from her bed and lit a candle and sat down at her desk. She took some paper and a plume and began to write a letter to her cousin, whom she'd come to know during Elsa's coronation, Rapunzel, who was the Lost Princess of Corona. She'd been wondering if somehow, Kristoff had made it over to Corona, but she doubted it. Still, she sat down and began to write. It couldn't hurt.

Dear Rapunzel,

I hope you're doing well in Corona. I hope Eugene is having fun being a prince. I'm sorry to say not everything is great here. That prince from the Southern Isles that tried to kill Elsa and I? His brother is here to try and patch things up and Elsa really likes him but I don't trust him at all. I really don't want Elsa to get hurt. I've tried telling her, but she doesn't want to listen to reason. Any advice on how to make her listen?

Another thing, the boy I mentioned in my last few letters, Kristoff? The ice guy who helped me out with Elsa? Him and and his reindeer, Sven are missing. They went on a trip to get ice for their business and were due back three days ago, which will be even longer by the time this gets to you. If you or Eugene or anyone in Corona has seen them, would you please, please, please let me or Elsa know as soon as possible? I'll put a picture of him and Sven with this letter. Please help me find them if you can... I'm really worried about them.

Love you, take care and smooch Eugene for me,

Your cousin,

Princess Anna of Arendelle

She folded the letter and took the posters of Kristoff and Sven and put them in an envelope. She would give it to the letter in the morning when she went to the valley. She took her candle and went over to the bookshelf, still restless and picked out a book on her family heritage. After reading the same paragraph over and over, trying to comprehend the sophisticated style of writing, Anna gave up and chose a lighter book, one about fairy tales and cracked it open. She read a few stories before her eyes became heavy and she eventually fell back to sleep.

As she slept, she saw Kristoff and Sven, running down a mountain. But it wasn't the fun kind of running...

They were running for their lives.

The two were running down a mountain as a monstrous avalanche chased them both. Sven was fast, faster than he'd ever been before, but before Anna knew it, the two of them were gone, swallowed up by the snow.

Anna gasped and sat up in bed, her face slick with sweat. She threw off her covers and got up and made her way to the washroom and splashed water on her face. She looked in the mirror and took a few deep breaths. She wished she could run down the hall to Kristoff's room and find him there, sleeping soundly like a child. He slept like a troll, like a rock. Whenever Anna had to rouse him, she always had to sit there shaking him for minutes upon minutes on end until he finally grunted and turned over, going back to sleep.

She walked out of the washroom and down to Kristoff's room and pushed open the door. It was how he left it. Not clean, but definitely not too messy. Kristoff seemed tidy enough. Anna remembered when they'd first met, he'd scolded her for putting her feet on his freshly lacquered sled and then put a nice spit shine on it. He had a few articles of his clothes, mostly summer clothes laying about and some books he'd bought with his earnings. Surprisingly, Kristoff was a big reader, he just never had enough money to buy himself books. Anna looked over at his bed, which was partially made up. She sighed and threw back his sheets and crawled in, throwing the sheets over her.

She laid her head down on his pillow and sniffed. It smelled just like him, except when he was clean. It was a half clean, half musky smell that only Kristoff could pull off. She hugged the pillow to her and buried her face into it, warm tears falling from her face as she cried silently into his pillow. The dream had scared her so bad because that could have been what happened to them...

But she wasn't giving up. Not by a long shot.

Kristoff awoke to someone pulling him to his feet and grunted as they stood him up against the wall, slipping a black hood over his head and face, tightening it with a rope.

"Don't you make a sound or you're gonna get it." he heard one of Hans' men say as Kristoff felt his body lifted up, mumbling in confusion underneath the gag as the man slung him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He felt the man begin to walk, his steps heavy, each step driving his shoulder into Kristoff's stomach. He tried in vain to see through the bag over his head, but no light was let in at all.

He wondered about Sven. And where they were going.

After what seemed like forever, he was finally sat down rather roughly on a hard surface that felt like wood. Kristoff strained to listen and heard waves rushing.

They were on a ship. But where were they going? He heard rustling and the familiar sound of Sven grunting, trying to get away.

"Hold him!"

"I'm trying!"

"We've got to get him below deck, then put his friend with him! Quickly, before the boss gets here!"

Kristoff strained against the ropes, which had been tied even tighter if that was even possible since his escape attempt. Looking back on the escape, he regretted it immensely. All it had given him was another bump on the head and another cut on his forehead.

As he heard Sven depart with the men, he felt his body lifted again, being careful not to make a sound as he was harshly carried down a set of stairs. The small bit of light he saw through the fabric of the bag over his head disappeared as he realized he was below the ship. He heard hinges squeak as he was laid down on the hard floor of the ship. He felt a hand encircle one of his bound ankles and a shackle close around it.

Clearly he was in some sort of cell, not going anywhere. Wonderful.

After whoever shackled him to the wall was finished, they untied the bag and removed it from his head. Kristoff blinked a few times, adjusting to the light.

"Going on a trip, smelly." one of the Duke's men teased, mussing Kristoff's hair. Kristoff cursed at him under the gag as he exited the cell, locking it behind him.

"Now you behave yourself, you hear?" the man asked. Kristoff rolled his eyes and mumbled a reply that got lost in the material over his mouth. The man smirked and left the room, closing the door and leaving Kristoff in the dark once more, but a little light shined in from the small window at the rear of the room. Kristoff looked over and saw Sven in a cell next to him, lying down, his eyes sad. All he wanted to do was comfort the poor creature that he'd spent most of his life with, to tell him everything was going to be okay. Surely Anna and Elsa were looking for them.

But what were they going to do now? Anna and Elsa would never know that they were leaving... maybe they were going to the Southern Isles? No, that would be too easy, and Hans didn't seem too eager on returning home. Maybe it was Weselton? He hoped not... he laid his head down and closed his eyes. Maybe it was all a dream and he would wake up safe and sound in his nice, warm bed that Anna had given him at the castle. Or maybe he'd wake up curled up next to Sven in the stable after singing him to sleep. After a few minutes, he realized it wasn't all a nightmare. Well, it was, but not the kind he actually wanted to have at the moment. He sighed again, this time his breath shaking a little as he realized that he might not ever see those he loved again. With the next few breaths, they shook more and more as Kristoff finally let it all go. He didn't want to let it all go, but he had no choice. As much as he wanted to deny it, he was actually more sensitive then he led on and the weight of the situation made that abundantly clear as Kristoff shut his eyes tight and tears fell from them, running down his cheek, one of them into his cut and burning from the salt. He lay in the cell, as quiet as he could be not because he was afraid of what Hans and his men would do to him if they heard him making noise, but because he didn't want them to see him at his worst. And he had just begun to really show Anna how he felt about her... and he had a healthy relationship with Elsa as well. Now, he was losing that and it hurt him more than anything. He'd lost his parents, been on his own, been kicked around by various people, been made to eat scraps from the street and walked around without friends until Sven, but this... this was the absolute lowest. He pictured the portrait of all of them, his new family, hanging in the hall. How happy they all were. It made more tears fall. He shook as he tried to quiet his sobs.

He'd been broken, and he had no idea how to fix himself.

And it terrified him.

Little shorter than I expected but hey, that means I could give you guys chapter 8 for labor day lol. Hope you enjoyed it, leave any thoughts/ comments/ theories, leave them in the reviews for me!