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"But people smell better than reindeers," I heard someone from inside singing. "Sven, don't you think I'm right?" I only remembered seeing him. Were there others out here as well? I heard a deeper voice continue, "That's once again true, for all except you." The lighter voice said, "You got me, let's call it a night." The duet continued. "Good night." "Don't let the frostbite bite." Then the music was over, and I pushed open the door.
"Nice duet," I said, surprising both the man from the store and his reindeer. Before I could think much on the situation, the man started talking.
"Oh, it's just you," he said. "What do you want?"
"I want you to take me up the North Mountain," I said. Kristoff groaned and laid back down on the hay, putting his hat over his eyes.
"I don't take people places," he said. I figured this would happen. So I took one of the bags off of me and threw it at him. He sat up immediately.
"Take me up the North Mountain," I ordered, then added in a gentler tone, "please." He looked in the bag to find his pickaxe and rope, then looked at me curiously. "Look, I know how to stop this winter." He sighed again and laid back down. Did he seriously not learn the first time?
"We leave at dawn," he told me. "And you forgot the carrots for Sven." Oh, was it the carrots he wanted? I took that bag off of me and threw it at him, accidentally hitting him in the face.
"I'm sorry, I-I didn't-," I remembered the reason for throwing the carrots at him, and straightened myself. "We leave now. Right now." I walked out of the barn, not wanting anymore disputes. I looked through the corner of my eye at what they were doing. Were they sharing a carrot? Disgusting!
"Fine! We're coming!" The boy said, before walking out of the barn and over to his sled. He put all of the ice next to it, and left it there. He harnessed his reindeer to the sled, and sat down in it himself, grabbing the reins. "Well? Are you coming or not?" He asked. I took a deep breath and walked over to the sled. I had to do what I had to do, even if it meant going with this grumpy man to find Elsa. I sat down in the sled, and the man flicked the reins.
"I'm Anna," I said, not mentioning that I was a princess.
"Kristoff," he said. We began heading up the side of a mountain, Kristoff flicking the reins, urging for Sven to go faster. "Hang on! We like to go fast!" I kicked up my feet onto the dashboard and sat back.
"I like fast!" I said, enjoying the ride. And besides, the faster we went, the sooner we would get to Elsa.
"Woah, get your feet down," Kristoff said, pushing my legs off the dash. "This is fresh lacquer. Seriously, were you raised in a barn?" He then spit on the wood, but as fast as we were going, it flew back and hit my face.
"No, I was raised in a castle," I told him, wiping the saliva from my face. He gave a little grunt, but didn't say anything about it. I wanted to ask if he was raised in a barn, but I held my tongue.
"So, tell me: What made the queen go all ice-crazy?" He asked. I should have known someone would ask me this question. I took in a deep breath, then began to explain everything.
"Oh, well, it was all my fault," I began. "I got engaged, but then she freaked out, 'cause I'd only just met him, you know, that day. And she said she wouldn't bless the marriage!"
"Wait, you got engaged to someone you just met that day?" Kristoff asked. I didn't see the big problem with marrying someone you just met.
"Yeah, anyways, I got mad, and so she got mad, and she tried to walk away, and I grabbed her glove, and-," Kristoff interrupted me again.
"Hold on! You mean to tell me you got engaged to someone you just met that day?!" He asked. What was the big deal with my engagement?! Or was he just not listening? I figured it was the latter.
"Yes, pay attention," I said, slightly annoyed. "But the thing was, she wore the gloves all the time, so I just thought, maybe she has a thing about dirt." Kristoff stopped me again.
"Didn't your parents ever warn you about strangers?" He asked. I looked up and down the man in front of me and scooted a little away.
"Yes, they did," I said. "But Hans is not a stranger."
"Oh, yeah?" Kristoff asked. "What's his last name?"
Oops. Didn't ask him that. But I didn't want to tell Kristoff that, so I just went with what he had told me when we met. "Of-the-Southern-Isles."
"Favorite food?" He continued.
"Sandwiches," I responded, remembering our little duet.
"Best friend's name?"
"Probably John," I said. John was a popular name around the world.
"Eye color?"
"Dreamy," I responded, but I guess I didn't really know his eye color.
"Foot size?"
"Foot size doesn't matter," I said.
"Have you even had a meal with him yet?" I wanted to say yes, but Kristoff didn't give me time to talk. He just continued asking questions. "What if you hate the way he eats? What if you hate the way he picks his nose?"
"Picks his nose?" I asked.
"And eats it," Kristoff adds.
"Excuse me, sir, he is a prince," I said.
"All men do it," Kristoff said, shrugging and looking ahead.
"Ew," I said, then huffed. "Look, it doesn't matter. It's true love!"
"Doesn't sound like true love," Kristoff said.
"Are you some sort of love expert?" I asked.
"No, but...I have friends who are," Kristoff answered.
"You have friends who are love experts?" I asked. No way. This gruff man? He would be turned away by anyone. And besides, he talked with his reindeer. "I'm not buying it." I told him.
"Stop talking," Kristoff told me, but I wasn't done yet.
"No, no, I'd like to meet these-," but then he put his hand over my mouth.
"I mean it," he said, keeping the hand over my mouth. I pushed it off and grunted, opening my mouth to say something when he shushed me and continued looking around with his lantern. I turned around to see what was the matter. I saw it at about the same time Kristoff did: eyes. "Sven, go. Go!" He ordered. The reindeer pulled hard on the sled, and we were going fast again - so fast that it flung me back into my seat.
"What are they?" I asked.
"Wolves," he replied simply.
"Wolves?!" I asked, turning to see them chasing us. I had never seen any in real life, but I knew they were dangerous. "What do we do?" I asked.
"Just don't fall off, and don't get eaten," he told me, lighting a torch with the fire in the lamp.
"But I want to help!" I said, leaning over the side where all the supplies were to try and find something to use.
"No!" Kristoff objected, pulling me back up.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because I don't trust your judgment," he told me.
"Excuse me?!" I asked. What was wrong with my judgment?
"Who marries a man she just met?" He asked while keeping a protective arm around me and fighting off wolves with his legs.
"It's true love!" I shouted, grabbing his lute and swinging it, making it hit a wolf.
"Oh," Kristoff said, before a wolf grabbed his arm and he was pulled off the sled. I grabbed his torch and watched as he slid away.
"Christopher!" I shouted.
"It's Kristoff!" He corrected, hanging onto a rope. I looked down at the supplies again. What could I use to save Kristoff. I lit one of the bags on fire with the torch, then picked it up over my head.
"Duck!" I warned, before throwing it. He did, and it hit the wolves, making them fall back and giving Kristoff enough time to climb on.
"You almost set me on fire!" He said, getting onto the sled.
"But I didn't!" I said back, helping him up. I heard Sven groan and turned to see what was the matter, and gasped: there was a cliff. "Get ready to jump, Sven!" I shouted.
"You don't tell him what to do!" Kristoff said, handing me some bags and picking me up.
"Hey!" I said, before being thrown onto Sven.
"Jump, Sven!" Kristoff ordered, and he did so. I held tightly onto the bags with one arm, and on Sven with the other. Sven landed a little hard, almost making me fall off, but then he was able to climb up to safety. I turned to see Kristoff on the edge, but the snow wasn't firm enough to keep him up. I grabbed the bag that had the pickaxe and rope, then tied one end of the rope on the axe, and the other onto Sven. I threw it over to him, and it landed firmly in the snow.
"Grab on!" I told him. When I was sure he was holding it, I said, "Pull, Sven, pull!" and we both were able to pull him up to safety. I walked over to make sure he was okay, then looked down to see the sled, now on fire. "Woah. I'll replace your sled and everything in it," I promised. "And...I understand if you don't want to help me anymore." I walked up the hill sadly, trying to figure out which way to go. "I think it's this way," I said to myself, walking to the right. This was so much easier with Kristoff, but I had to keep moving forward. "Here we go," I urged, then realized I might be going the wrong way. "I think it's actually this way," I said, turning left. This was really hard without a guide. Just when I thought that, I heard Kristoff call.
"Wait up! We're coming," he said.
"You are?!" I asked, grateful. Then, I calmed down and said, "I mean, sure. I'll let you tag along." I watched as Kristoff walked over to join me again.
"By the way, it's this way to the North Mountain," he said, pointing a little to the left.
"Right, I knew that," I said, and Kristoff just gave a little disbelieving chuckle.
A/N: Sorry for the late update. I've been extremely busy this weekend. I also won't be posting a chapter tomorrow I'll be too busy, but I'll try posting two on Wednesday to make up for it. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I'll see you next time! Thank you for all the reviews, favorites, and follows! Please keep it up! :D That's what motivates me! :D