A/N: Second half is here guys! And within two days. The conversation went on between Kristoff and Elsa a lot longer than i had originally intended, but what can I say? I like Elsa as the voice of reason. And I can't help but the the BROmance between her and Kristoff would be epic. So I'm changing this two-parter into a three-parter. Hope y'all don't mind! The next and final part will be up in the next few days! Thanks for all the follows, faves and reviews keep 'em coming.

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Kristoff couldn't believe what he had just done. Jumping to his feet he wrenched open the door and made to pursue Anna down the corridor.

After searching in all her usual sulking spots, including the cupboard in the kitchen where the chocolate was kept, Kristoff finally made is way to her room. Knocking loudly, he asked her to let him in.

Silence

"Anna, please. Let me in."

More silence.

He tried the handle. Locked.

"Anna, so help me. I will break down this door."

"I'd really rather you didn't." Came a quiet voice from behind him. Elsa had been leaning on the far wall, so still that he hadn't noticed her.

"She won't let me in either."

They sighed simultaneously and slid down the wall on either side of Anna's door.

"What happened?" Elsa asked softly.

"I guess I just needed sometime alone. Anna can be so ... full on sometimes. She's like a whirlwind and I'm not used to living in a house let alone a palace and I guess it is just a bit overwhelming." He stopped and looked at Elsa raised eyebrow and felt the need to clarify something. "It's not that I don't love Anna's company, I mean she's Anna and she's wonderful. It's just ..." He trailed off. "I told her to go away, that was when she lost it."

Elsa sighed.

"I used to tell her to go away at least once a day for thirteen years... You and I are similar, Kristoff."

"We are?" He asked, eyebrows shooting up.

She chuckled. "Yes. we both choose to be solitary, we can cope with it, even enjoy it. But Anna? She has been lonely her whole life. You know, I was so frightened of my power that I didn't even attend my own parents funeral. Can you imagine that? Anna, standing alone between the memorial stones, putting on a brave face for the kingdom, bidding farewell to the only two people in the world who, in her mind, loved her, without even bodies to bury for closure? That thought will haunt me forever. It kills me to know that if I had just figured out how to control my power sooner, then I wouldn't have hurt her, wouldn't have made her feel so ... inadequate."

"Huh?"

"Kristoff, haven't you ever noticed how little regard she has for herself?"

Thinking about it, he had. A whirlwind of memories flew through his mind. When she had come into the barn to petition him to take her up the North Mountain and the way her face fell slightly when he had said "It's just you."

When she had tried to climb the cliff face and announced that nobody wanted to be alone.

And, perhaps most telling, agreeing to marry a stranger, simply because he had said that he loved her. That particular action showed her hatred of loneliness, and flared his hatred for Hans.

Everything Elsa had said, and his own inner thoughts made him desperate to feel her safe in his harms, to reassure her that she would never truly be alone again. Jumping to his feet he knocked on her door again.

"Anna? Please, please let me in. Anna, I'm so sorry."

The door opened suddenly, and taking in her red eyes and tear streaked face he gathered her into his arms before she had the chance to say anything. Out of the corner of his eye he watched Elsa, with a smile on her face, retreat down the corridor.