A/N: More of our favorite characters appear in here! And a not-so-friendly face finds his way in here too. As always, I own none of any Disney characters that are mentioned, all rights belong to them.

No need to say much more - enjoy!

"So this is your apartment?"

Somehow Chrone let Anna convince her ride to her apartment to change out for a more suitable vehicle and now they stood in the space she called her 'apartment'. It was really more like the top-of-the-line loft in an area with extremely wealthy people. To have this space at the top of one of the nicer places meant this woman came from money. The raven-haired woman had been adamant about showing the redhead her space, but caved when she gave that puppy face expression.

Unfortunately for Anna - aside from the fact of its location, the spacious loft was… empty. Not in the sense of having nothing inside, but the fact the place was devoid of any kind of personality except for plain and bare. She hopped down the steps to the main living space and peered around curiously, first to the flat screen mounted above the fireplace and then to the desk with a computer sitting on top of it. There would be no use prodding through that for any hints of the woman's life - it was off. Her bedroom itself look dreary enough to make Elsa look colorful. Everything in here was clean, to the point, and very clear that this woman carried no baggage with her.

Somewhere within, Anna knew this wasn't the case. Something about it all bothered her and she couldn't shake a nagging feeling that the woman hid more than what she could see. If this woman had a fortune behind her, she certainly didn't show it - she most definitely wouldn't be working a smaller, less-than-generous paying job. Everything surrounding Chrone confused the redhead greatly and it made her uneasy. And tense - everything in this room screamed unbearable tension. "It's… clean. Really really clean. Do you clean yourself?"

"Yes, I don't have a lot of visitors -" You liar, no one ever visits. "- and I'm constantly working so there isn't much to clean. The kitchen is used most often."

The redhead hopped onto the edge of the computer table, much to Chrone's dismay and the grimace hadn't gone unnoticed. Oh-ho! I think I've found something. "Mmm… I'd say the contrary. Your mouse and keyboard are pretty well worn. The keys have oil stains on them and same with the mouse. You can't avoid those if you use the computer often." Anna grinned triumphantly, having guessed correctly at something that might belong to Chrone's past.

"Um… mostly for work related subjects." Well that was an outright lie.

"Oh humor me. You just told me you travel often for your work."

Chrone pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed audibly. Obviously it had to be something embarrassing if she was this hesitant on divulging some juicy information. Information Anna desperately wanted to know for some reason. "Okay, but don't tell anyone. Only you and one other person knows this." Anna leaned forward expectantly and listened intently, thinking that whatever Chrone had to say would be in a soft voice and didn't want her to clamp up immediately after and not repeat it.

"I'm a gamer on my days off."

Anna's eyes went wide and Chrone almost regretted letting her know. "Get out!"

"What?" Okay, now she was confused.

"Gamer? You?" A wide grin plastered itself on Anna's face as she hopped down and grasped at her hands excitedly. "What games do you play?"

Chrone glued her eyes to the ceiling, the floor, anything so she wouldn't be staring into those eyes. They were very much like Elsa's, though much more vibrant and energetic like her personality. "Uh, just whatever tickles my fancy at the moment."

Anna huffed, realizing that the raven-haired woman was dodging the subject now. "One that you play often."

"Er, an MMO called Mabinogi."

"Get. Out." Anna burst into a fit of laughter at Chrone's completely horrified and terrified expression. "I don't play games - Elsa does, but it's always fun watching her play. Her favorite's Mabinogi. Well, in terms of those MMOs."

Chrone blinked once. Then twice. "Wait. The CEO of Arendelle Corporation plays Mabinogi. She plays games?" A third blink.

Anna stopped laughing and rolled her eyes as if the answer was obvious already. "Of course. She's as young as you and she's pretty stressed out six of the seven days of the week. We sort of have a mandatory 'no-interruption' day, well I kind of forced her into it so she wouldn't be such a workaholic, and ever since then she actually takes it seriously. I've never seen her get so angry whenever someone decides to interrupt her while she's playing her games. Mabinogi especially."

At this point the bodyguard had retrieved a couple glasses of water and handed one to Anna, taking a seat on the couch. "Why's that?"

Anna plopped down beside Chrone and sipped at her water before beginning enthusiastically. "Well for one, how can you not love the artwork for it? I mean yeah the graphics are really simple but the non-playable character artwork is really beautiful. It's the only game I've seen which has that as a main attraction."

"I play mostly for the story and for the diversity." Chrone set her glass down and leaned back, staring up at the ceiling. "Most games these days are focused mostly on how to get to the end game the fastest. Mabinogi functions differently - it's designed to force the players to interact with the in game environment. And it's not as easy to reach end game as most other MMOs do. That's why it has such a small player base - too many people are in constant need of instant gratification. Mabinogi is everything opposite of popular games these days. It also has an incredible amount of customization and diversity, from the equipment to the skills acquirable. You really become one of a kind in your own right."

A giggle left her companion and Chrone cast an inquisitive gaze to the redhead. "What, did I say something funny?"

"Well for one I know you aren't a plain Jane. If you've got appreciation for art, then your mind is pretty colorful. And two, Elsa said the exact same thing."

"Um….." Chrone began hesitantly. " That's...a good thing?"

"You two are a lot more alike than I thought."

The bodyguard rubbed her temple tiredly. "I've only known you both for two days and you already deduced that?"

"Yep."

Okay, the Kellingsworth sisters are definitely weird.

"So tell me, are you one of those people who come up with a creative name or some random, obscure, embarrassing one like 'ninjagirl783844'?"

"God damn me if someone caught me with that kind of screen name," Chrone mumbled as she realized Anna really wasn't a dunce in these things. "No, it's creative enough I warrant."

"Oh really?"

Chrone nodded. "It's my middle name, but no one else has it and it's pretty simple enough."

"You have a middle name?" Anna raised her eyebrow questioningly. "Now that's something Elsa didn't mention."

"Well yeah, it's Steyzo. No real origin or meaning, just something that I found out on my birth certificate." Chrone glanced down at her watch and grimaced. "I think we've spent more than enough time here. Weren't we supposed to be doing a few things? Things you haven't exactly mentioned to me yet?"

"Oh, right!" Anna piped up and jumped from her seat on the couch. She rushed over to the door and smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I got caught up in the conversation. That happens a lot too."

Chrone smiled and shook her head, rising to her feet as she followed Anna to the door. She held it open for the younger sibling and locked it behind her, glad to be out of the stifling air. Sometimes it really felt like a prison for her if she had a few days of no work.

"Tell me, is your car just as nice as your loft and motorcycle?"

Silence.

"...wait." Anna's eyes widened as she clasped both of her hands over her mouth, stifling a burst of laughter at Chrone's red cheeks. "Don't tell me that pick-up truck we saw outside is yours."

"Yes, it is." God save me please. Chrone pleaded silently in her head.

Sadly, God never heeded her prayer.

12:50 PM

"So why exactly did we run around town to get all this stuff?" Chrone eyed the various bags situated in the backseat of her truck warily. Anna simply shook her head and responded with the generic 'I-can't-tell-you'.

Chrone peeled off a hand from the steering wheel and ticked off a finger for each place she began to list. "We stopped by an auto parts store and then the local supermarket before heading to a junkyard. I'd really like an explanation for all of this please." The day had gotten way too warm to be wearing a whole lot and at some point she had peeled off her coat and gotten rid of her tie. She had her sleeves rolled up and shirt untucked, but refused to peel it off despite the tight tee she had on underneath. It didn't matter much at this point - Chrone minus her coat was so much more attractive and human. That, and her coat was ridiculously expensive (she blamed Saurora for convincing her to buy it).

"Okay, so the car parts are for my boyfriend - he's working on getting his truck repaired so he can get back to work. I didn't mean to use you as a chauffeur but my car really couldn't handle all these extra parts he's been looking for." Chrone glanced in the rearview at the few pieces they had managed to pry off some random vehicles matching Anna's description. Point taken. A sedan can't fit this much stuff. "The food is for you."

"But I have more than enough food for myself."

"You look like you could put on some weight. And it doesn't look like you go out often to eat so I figured you cook yourself, which is admirable since I can't cook worth a crap myself."

Chrone shook her head. "I don't understand. Why go through all this trouble for someone you just met?" She gave Anna an incredulous look when they pulled up to the address.

"Let's just say it'll make up for the difference for having to truck me around town, yeah?" Anna smiled and hopped out of her side of the car to greet the blond man standing in his driveway. It was odd how such a high-powered family had a daughter dating a pretty regular guy. But as Chrone got out from her side of the truck, she realized why the relationship would be approved. She watched as the man swept Anna off her feet and spun her around in the air, earning many giggles and half-hearted protests to set her down. His home was situated in a decent location - not the nicest but not the worst - and he looked like a reputable man with a steady income from the size of the house. The bodyguard rarely ever did people watching, but she had been forced to learn body language and train in the art of deception. So it came along with the whole package.

"Kristoff, this is my, er, well, Elsa's and my new bodyguard." Chrone accepted the outstretched hand and shook it firmly. "Chrone, Chrone Aefent."

"You've got a firm handshake there. Work out much?"

"A bit."

"Bench?"

"About one-fifty."

The blond man (Kristoff was it?) raised both of his eyebrows in surprise. "You're kidding me. How much do you weigh?"

"Ten less."

"Bloody hell you're thin and you bench more than what you weigh!" He grunted when an elbow shoved into his stomach and he gave her a lopsided grin. "That's pretty freaking amazing if you ask me."

Kind, warm, definitely strong. Handshake shows that. He's pretty humble and simple, probably has a clean record. Good work ethic and polite when necessary, friendly like Anna. Definitely a good match. "I've been unnaturally gifted with strength so it seems.*" Chrone quickly switched the subject. "I heard you have some truck issues?"

"Well…" He started, looking back at his truck parked in the driveway. Deep sapphires followed and she nearly hit the floor in shock at the damage. Issues? More like nearly totaled the thing. "It was kind of an accident. Sven, my dog, was barking like a madman inside and so I was trying to stop him from getting into my side of the truck. I lost control and bumped -"

"- more like rammed into a guard rail. He completely trashed his bumper and hood, thankfully though his engine is intact. It's mostly cosmetics he's had to worry about so I'm helping him get parts and maybe help him with fixing it."

That dumbfounded Chrone. "You're an expert in cars?"

Anna rolled her eyes. "Elsa's the refined half of the family. The company was passed down to her and although I help her out sometimes, I like being with people and spending time with them. She good with numbers, I'm not."

"But you're a spirited woman. People gravitate towards that." The raven-haired bodyguard gestured towards Kristoff. "I think more people would be amiable to a friendly figure than a stoic one."

The younger sister crossed her arms over her chest, obviously displeased with what Chrone said. "Are you insulting my sister?"

"No ma'am," replied Chrone, a bitter chuckle slipping from her lips. There it was again - that tension Anna felt earlier in the bodyguard's apartment came knotting back in her stomach. One moment she seemed as 'chill as a bean', other times it felt as though Anna was looking at Elsa number two. The same as before their parents' death. Was she talking about herself?

Sensing the unease between the two women, the burly blond stepped in. "I'm really grateful for you picking up these parts for me. I'll lend a hand since you went through the trouble."

"It wasn't any trouble at all." The sullen mood dissipated as the two of them went to retrieve the bulkier parts and Anna the other supplies. "I trust you'll be taking Anna back to her home safely?" Chrone glanced down at her watch. She had about twenty minutes now to get to wherever the address was that had been on her itinerary.

"Yeah, got somewhere you need to be?" Kristoff lowered the hatch on the back of the truck and hopped on, helping Chrone move the hood out.

She nodded. "Picking something up."

The blond patted the side of the truck, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "This is a pretty old truck. Collectible?"

"No, I've been using it for years now."

The blond grunted as he jumped back down with the bumper. "You take pretty good care of it."

Chrone nodded and pulled out the fender, setting it on the driveway with him. "I don't have many hobbies and I don't like buying new or used cars often, so I try to take care of what I have for as long as I can."

"Sometimes change can be good."

Perhaps.

Just before she hopped back into her car, Anna waved from the driveway. "Have fun!"

Wait... fun?

1:15 PM

"Please, give me a chance? I know I may not have been a suitable match for your sister, but I can prove to you that I'm a good husband." Elsa almost wanted to gag on her tea when she heard this man's pleading voice. Sure he had been polite and courteous like any ideal 'Prince Charming', but he wasn't the one she was looking for. In fact, she probably would never find 'the one'. She set down her teacup politely, using every ounce of strength in her body to not strangle him right on the spot. It was unbearably hot outside of the cafe but still, she opted for something that would soothe her nerves. So far, it hadn't worked out too well. Where are you...

"Hans, I've told you time and time again that I'm not looking in marrying anyone right now, let alone think about marriage." She knew what he was up to and the small little box he hid in his coat hadn't gone unnoticed.

"I don't see how that doesn't mean you don't have some interest. We've been going out for lunch and dinner for half a year now. That means something doesn't it?" In all honesty, the platinum-blond woman only accepted those invitations because it looked good for the company to have the CEO be more sociable and outgoing than the recluse she used to be. Needless to say, no one else had approached her with any suitable prospects particularly because everyone seemed to be scared of her amount of power over the company now and her unapproachable nature. The only reason why Hans had any real interest in her was probably to marry her and take control of her company. Not until the end of time.

"Please." He took her hand in his and squeezed it perhaps a bit too tightly for her liking, probably because he was desperate and also trying to intimidate her. Even with her martial arts prowess, he was still a man and she a woman. The strength difference was clear here. "Can't you just consider it? No person wants to see such a strong woman as yourself go barren."

"Is there a problem here?" Their attention turned to the newcomer and Elsa couldn't be more relieved to see her bodyguard. Hans wasn't entirely pleased to be interrupted.

"No, there is absolutely no problem here." Chrone visibly tensed and the Arendelle CEO saw it. Her jaw locked up and her spine straightened if only just a bit more. "And who might you be?"

"Chrone. Miss Kellingsworth's personal bodyguard." The strong emphasis on that word sent pleasant chills down Elsa's spine as the woman put forth her title strongly. Hans showed no signs of being deterred - in fact he let out a mocking snort and crossed his arms over his chest. From the corner of her eyes, she could see Chrone inching just a hairline closer to her and felt much safer knowing she had someone else here with her.

"Oh, so now our precious Snow Queen has acquired an obedient pet." He sneered as he stood, towering over Chrone if only by an inch or two. Elsa shrank back in her seat, hoping to the heavens that a fight wouldn't break out by a prospective suitor and her own bodyguard. "That's what you are - a gopher to do whatever bidding her majesty pleases. I am Hans, the CEO of Southern Isles Incorporated. Elsa has kindly accepted my request for a quiet lunch and here you are parading around like some oaf and causing a commotion."

Chrone's eyes narrowed. "Oaf? I'm not lurking about in public places trying to woo women. You could be the King of England and be damned if you think that will fly by me. My job is to protect Elsa-" The first name caught Hans completely off guard, his facade faltering in the slightest. "- even if it means I have to put down another of a higher power." It was a blatant lie - if anyone were to know where she came from, they'd steer clear of her vision but for now, she'd just enjoy his failed attempts at trying to defend his dignity.

His smirk turned into a snarl unseen by anyone but Chrone herself. "You listen to me punk. You learn your place and stay there. You don't go around pulling your weight simply because you're the bodyguard of a CEO. I hold more power here and I will not hesitate to call the police and subdue you for disorderly conduct."

Instead of cowering under his gaze, the raven-haired woman closed her eyes, then reopened them and the calmness in her eyes instilled an unspoken fear deep inside Hans. She had not shrunk back like any other men might have, much less a woman. "Are you sure that is proper grounds to arrest me on? I could easily retaliate on the reasons of unwanted intimate or sexual contact. Disorderly conduct? Sure, why not pin it on someone of a lesser status - it wouldn't matter. But your case? I'm quite certain your company would handle that quite well. And the press too, I'd like to see you try to manage swarms of news reporters about an unrefined CEO." He glanced between her and the woman currently seated. He turned his eyes back on Chrone and seethed through his gritted teeth.

"You will not hear the last of me." And with that, he was gone in a flash.

It wasn't until Chrone heard Elsa's voice did she relax somewhat. "You came in the nick of time. We were just about to order lunch and he decided to pop in that marriage proposal for me."

He doesn't deserve anyone's hand in marriage for that matter… Chrone thought darkly. Everything about him screamed danger and she couldn't shake the feeling she just had a gun pointed to her head. Not like that would have been the first time. "Stupid way to try a proposal if you ask me," Chrone grunted, still tense and on her guard. She had been sitting in the parking lot for some time long before Elsa and Hans had come by. Something in her gut told her that she should wait and her hunch had been correct. Soon enough she could see the uncomfortable exchange between Elsa and Hans - him being overly friendly and Elsa trying her best to maintain a polite distance from him. When he had reached for her hand, her patience had snapped and she stormed out of her truck without a care for who watched. She had no reason to be defensive for Elsa and hell, they might even have been a couple. But seeing the obvious discomfort the platinum blond woman displayed was more than enough reason for her to step in.

"You're not the first to think that. Anna says the same." Elsa rose from her seat and left a tip on the table. She laid a hand on Chrone's shoulder, rubbing her thumb in circles to relax her stance. It worked rather effectively and the bodyguard eased up. "You look different."

"I do?"

"Your coat and tie. Where are they? And your shirt is completely unkempt." Not that she minded seeing a handsome woman in such a state - Chrone was eye candy already, this was almost over the top.

"Coat's expensive. I didn't want to ruin it. It was too hot to be wearing much."

"You're still wearing quite a bit." Elsa had a point - she was dressed in a white, shirred satin bow dress coupled with a crop jacket and a pair of strapless heels.. Stylish, but typical clothes for warmer days. And here she was in black slacks, black loafers, and an oxford shirt. Definitely way overdressed. If Chrone had a choice, she would be in a tee and basketball shorts. Cooler and much simpler. "And you look terrible - have you eaten anything today?"

Shit. Chrone realized that since this morning she had not had a bite to eat. Saurora's going to kill me.

Elsa didn't need a reply from Chrone to know her answer. "How tired are you?"

"Not very."

"Good." She took a seat and offered a hand to the vacant seat Hans just left. "Since we're already here, why don't we take a small lunch?"

Not wanting to seem rude or unappreciative, Chrone did just that. After the waitress took their orders and left, something clicked in her mind. "I'll bite, were you the aforementioned 'package' on the itinerary?"

"You're quite perceptive." Elsa smiled and picked up her teacup. Although they hadn't said much in the span they had since Hans' departure, the silence and atmosphere eased her nerves enough where her tea didn't taste as bad as earlier. "Your timing couldn't have been more impeccable."

"I don't like being late for things."

"Well that makes two of us." Their eyes met briefly and a knowing smile fell on Chrone's features. Unlike a certain, fiery redhead...

After their rather pleasant lunch (she should really consider these more), Elsa began heading in the direction of the parking lot, then paused as she realized there was not a motorcycle in sight. "Um.. how did you get here."

Wordlessly, Chrone gestured to her silver pick up truck and almost slapped herself in the forehead when Elsa mimicked her sister in trying not to laugh, only with a single hand this time. "It's really freaky how you two are alike. Yes, that's my truck, stop laughing at me and get in." She held the passenger door open as the platinum blond hopped in, making sure nothing would get caught before she shut it.

Elsa herself was impressed by the interior. Despite the obvious age from the design of the truck, everything looked well kept and managed. The seats had been replaced with leather (not many cars in the past had leather seats) and not a fleck of dust found purchase on top of the dashboard. Fitted rubber mats covered the floor and she reckoned they were custom made. Otherwise, everything had a clean, pleasant feel to it and she made herself comfortable. "Are you always this meticulous?"

"Hm?" Chrone cranked on her engine and pulled out of the parking space, turning the question over in her mind. "My truck?"

"What else?" Elsa smiled and leaned against the door, almost having forgotten how pleasant it was to ride, as many people call it, shotgun. She grew used to sitting in the back of a limousine or company car over time and no one permitted her to sit up front. They said it looked bad for the company to have a female CEO ride with the chauffeur or some crazy baloney close to it. In fact she never remembered having a single moment of riding casually with anyone until now. Her grin grew wider and she watched the passing scenery with amusement. "What would people say if they saw me riding in a twenty-year-old pick up truck with her bodyguard."

"Shit." Chrone swore unintentionally, almost slamming on the brakes as she realized her mistake. They both lurched forward slightly, Elsa having her first unpleasant experience of being thrown from her seat. She rubbed her collarbone from the slight ache and noticed the obvious discomfort in her driver's composure. "Shit, sorry. I didn't mean to do that. Or come in this excuse of a truck. I kind of left Anna at Kristoff's in a rush - I should have brought my motorcycle."

Elsa reached over and placed a reassuring hand on her forearm. She felt muscles tense under her fingertips, prompting her to squeeze if only a bit. "It's fine. You made a clever decision. No one will be expecting to see me in such a quaint little truck and a motorcycle is a bit too exhilarating for me. I don't mind this at all - I kind of like it. Besides, if you had to change vehicles, you wouldn't have come in the nick of time to save me from Mr. 'Sleazy Sideburns'." When she caught the faintest of a smile at the corner of Chrone's lips, she knew she had said the right thing. Besides, she enjoyed the ride quite a bit - Chrone's truck purred like a kitten and smoothed out any bumps or dips they hit on the road. Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep to the gentle lull of the engine and the warmth of the day.

When Chrone reached the Kellingsworth estate, she noticed that the slumbering blond probably wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. Instead of giving her a rude awakening, she went over to the passenger side and eased Elsa into her arms - one behind her back and the other under the bends of her knees. The woman groaned in her sleep, instinctively wrapping her arms around Chrone's neck for stability and resuming her peaceful rest. The bodyguard merely shook her head and carried her up to the front doors where Kai waited patiently. "Good afternoon miss, I take it Elsa had a long day?"

"Mmm..." Chrone hummed thoughtfully, stepping inside the mansion and letting Kai lead the way. "We both did. Is there anything I should know about a Hans?"

Even in her sleep, Chrone could see Elsa's face grimace slightly at the sound of his name.

The butler merely smiled as he held the door open to the living room for Chrone. "I see the lunch didn't go as he pleased. He's a persistent fellow, been after Elsa's hand in marriage for months. At first he tried to snag Anna but after a few failed dinners, they broke the relation and he went after the elder instead. Poor bastard doesn't know he's never going to, as the young'uns say, 'get lucky'."

Chrone lay the petite woman on the couch and bit the inside of her cheek thoughtfully. She ran back outside and then came back with her coat, draping it over the pale beauty. Kai noticed and a small smiled tugged at the corner of his lips. "You're quite considerate you know. Although their parents raised them to the best of their abilities, Elsa and Anna never had much time together and it wasn't until recent years they were able to bond and reconnect. Gerda, their nanny, and I have been overlooking and raising them ourselves when their parents could not and you've done more in a day than they might have in years. Your parents raised you well."

"I never knew my parents. They've been dead since I was two or three."

"Apologies, I didn't know."

Chrone smiled weakly. "That's alright. I never told a lot of people to begin with. No need to."

A/N: Okay, so I lied when I said I couldn't figure out exactly what to write in the previous chapter. This one and the one before it were actually one large segment. I realized how ridiculous it would be to have you guys read a 8 ~ 9k chapter and not be burning your eyes out at the end at the wall of text so I divided it into two. Turned out to be easier for me to structure and label for chapter titles as well. I had both chapters written out fully, but couldn't bring myself to post them because they didn't feel 'right' in my mind.

When FF ran into that 'Type 2' error yesterday, I spent quite a bit of time working and reworking this chapter since I hadn't been entirely pleased with the original version. After much tweaking and rethinking, I managed to find a smoother transition/ending so I wouldn't have to stretch it to three chapters. This one was still quite lengthy, but we got to see our favorites in here so I hope that makes up for it.

I noticed that I've been having some formatting issues for my chapters and I can't, for the life of me, figure out why it won't cooperate. So if you guys find something odd about the structure and why a line break isn't here or there, 99 percent of the time it's because I couldn't fix the issue. The other one percent? I probably forgot to edit that part since I do copy and paste and have to redo the italics and spacing.

* - I realize this might be over the top, but Chrone was an OC of mine who came from a universe where they aren't exactly human. I tried to translate this over into more relatable standards for this fic and realized just how powerful she had grown in the three, four years since I first made her. She wasn't always like this, I swear. D:

As always, reviews/comments are highly appreciated and constructive criticism welcomed. I thank those who have stuck with me through this weird journey thus far. :3

The next chapter won't have so much of the Frozen cast since we'll be having a closer look as to who the heck this Chrone is.