Disclaimer: Not mine; Frozen is the property of Disney.
Author's Note: Has anyone else ever wonder what became of Kristoff's real parents? This is my take through the eyes of Sven.
Author's Note II: I'm going to conveniently ignore the fact, just like Disney does, that Sven would have been ancient by reindeer standards if he really grew up with Kristoff.
Family
Sven had a pretty great human.
He liked to run and eat carrots and play in the snow…yep he was the best human a reindeer could have. He liked the female his human had chosen as his mate too. She had hair the color of carrots and eyes the color of the sky. She wasn't bad looking for a human and she smelled like sunshine.
It was a pretty good life, especially since the human who smelled like clean snow had made them the Official Ice Harvesters and Deliverers for the kingdom.
It wasn't always easy for them. His human didn't like to talk about it too much, but he remembered his human's parents. They large man with the booming voice had found him in the woods next to the body of his mother when he was just a calf. He'd been nudging his mother and bleating begging her to get back up. She didn't move. He remembered that the man had scooped him up, given him some milk, and taken him away.
He'd taken him somewhere warm and given him to his human.
"Kristoff," the man had boomed. "This is Sven. He is yours to take care of. Think you are up to it boy?"
The little blond boy had nodded solemnly and smiled when the man had placed him in his arms. Sven knew that he and this human were going to be best friends, even in the depths of his grief for his mother.
When the man with the booming voice left one day and didn't come back. Sven had laid his head in his human's lap while he cried himself to sleep. The next day they had set out and not too long after they had met the ice harvesters.
His human found his calling with ice.
He'd then found a new family with the trolls.
And finally he'd found his mate in a princess and Sven knew he was happy.
He watched the funny little man made of snow shuffle by. He made a snap for his nose and missed. He huffed in annoyance and then almost smiled when a carrot appeared. He snapped half of it off and his human ruffled his fur.
"There you go buddy." Kristoff bit into the other half of the carrot.
In the voice that he had adopted for Sven he said, "Kristoff you're the best friend a reindeer could have."
He ruffled his fur again. "Awww, thanks buddy."
Sven didn't have the heart to tell him that reindeer don't sound like that. He did agree though, the fair haired human was the best friend he'd ever had. They had come through a lot together and now had an even bigger family.
So now they lived in a castle instead of in the woods. He loved the royal stables and loved it even more when his human would stay with him. Sometimes though, his human's mate, the one that smelled of sunshine, would pull him away and back to the castle.
That was all right though, as long as his human was happy.
Troll mama always said love was powerful and strange.
Sven didn't always agree with that. He knew love was powerful, but there was nothing strange about it at all.
He loved his human. He loved his human's mate and the female who smelled like clean snow. He loved troll mama and all the trolls. He even loved the funny little man made of snow.
They loved him back. It was simple.
They were his family.
Nothing strange about that at all.