It had been a simple enough request Kristoff supposed, run Arendelle for a day while Anna and Elsa were off on a diplomatic mission, and watch the kids. He assumed that he could handle it given that in the past he had done much harder work, harvesting ice and living in the wilderness alone. However nothing could have ever prepared him for the situation he had just walked into. Who could ever imagine that two children, left alone for only five minutes, could make such chaos?

He was currently standing in the doorway of Elsa's office, planning to sign off on a few aid requests that he was made aware of by Elsa herself. However as soon as he was able to form a logical thought as to what exactly was going on, he rushed over to the curtains which had somehow been set alight although there was not a match in sight. He dumped a vase of water, flowers and all upon it. As he did so he ripped the curtains down so that he could stomp the remainder of the flames out with his feet.

Once the flames had died down he surveyed the damage to the rest of the room. Other than the curtain barbeque he noted a broken, and rather priceless vase, the pair to the one he had used to put out the curtains, cookie crumbs, a sprung mouse trap, several broken framed paintings which had fallen off the wall, and amongst all the rubble two very sheepish looking children.

"Sophia, Peter, what in the world happened in here?"

Peter, the eldest of the pair at age seven looked down at the carpet with shame. He was always the more responsible of the two and was very like his father, he looked up to him in every way imaginable and hated to see the look of disappointment that was on his face. In reality it wasn't really his fault, but even if he told his father the truth he was sure that it would be nearly impossible to believe.

"We were looking for the mouse that Gerda told us was eating the cookies off the sweets cart." Sophia, very like her mother at five was of course the one willing to explain. She was too brave for her britches at times, and Kristoff often called her feisty-pants due to the way that her boundless spirit reminded him of Anna. She held out a magnifying glass, she had been nearly obsessed with mystery stories as of late, something Kristoff blamed on a recent trip to visit the trolls, Bulda always did tell the best stories, but they were almost too well told for Sophia's own good.

"And I followed the cookie crumbs here. I was using my magnifying glass on the curtains and Peter saw the mouse so I looked away and the curtains caught on fire." She smiled a little then, in the face of all the trouble she was in she couldn't help but smile at the craziness that had happened. "The mouse ran towards the door and sprung the trap I set for it, but it scared Peter and he fell into the vase."

"And the pictures?" Kristoff asked pointing to the pile of portraits on the floor. He tried not to portray too much emotion on his face, and was going to let his kids plead their case, after all despite all the trouble they got into they were good kids.

"Oh." Peter said, finally piping up, "Those were like that when I got in here."

Surveying the damage yet again Kristoff sighed and put one hand on his forehead before dragging his hand down his face. All in all truth be told their entire story was just insane enough to be probable. They did, of course, have half of Anna's traits and therefore had inherited her knack for trouble and strange chaos. "Are the two of you alright?" He asked. Neither of them were on fire, bleeding, or missing limbs which was usually how he assessed injury, however he had to ask.

"I burned my finger a little bit." His strawberry blonde, blue eyed darling replied, holding up her left pointer finger and making a pitiful face.

Kristoff didn't know what to do other than shake his head. "Peter." His son's brown eyes shot from the floor immediately when he noticed the lack of anger in his father's voice. His unruly, cowlick ridden hair flipped up with the motion of his head, and Kristoff despite the chaos around him couldn't help but smirk slightly. The kids truly were the perfect mixture of him and Anna, "Take your sister to Doctor Johanasen to get your sister's finger bandaged."

"Yes dad." He said, somewhat relieved to get off so easily.

"And neither of you breathe a word of this to your Mother or Aunt." He gave them a meaningful look, "They'll kill all three of us."

Agreeing, of course being that they did not wish to face the wrath of their Aunt Elsa, or even worse, their mother, the pair scooted off towards the East wing of the castle where they knew they would find Doctor Johanasen sitting in the library. They had left the damages up to their father now, and as they had no punishment, they were glad it was him who had to fix the mess, and not them.

"Kai!" Kristoff called down the hallway after the kids left. "I'm going to need glue, drapes, a framer, and a lot of help."

Hours later, Anna and Elsa arrived by carriage. Their daylong visit to the castle of one of Arendelle's Duke and Duchess's had gone fairly well. At the very least they had assurance that they had their support in the building of a new orphanage in a nearby farm town. It was a reassurance that they had not truly needed, but politics required house calls every now and then. In truth the sisters were just happy to be home again.

"Kris!" Anna shouted as she entered the front door of the castle. "How was your day? Are the kids in bed?"

Kristoff walked forward to kiss his wife hoping and praying that there was no trace of guilt on his face. "Same old, same old, and yes I put them to bed, but they are like you so who knows if they're actually asleep."

Anna stuck out a tongue at his teasing. "Well I'll meet you in our room after Elsa and I drop off some paperwork in her office."

Kristoff inhaled sharply. "Ah I'll come with you." He said suddenly. "I've missed you all day!"

Elsa quirked an eyebrow at Kristoff's insistence at following them to her office, he rarely was interested in any official business unless his involvement was absolutely necessitated. She knew that he had some sort of reason for following them; however she knew that whatever it was not of any consequence, perhaps of some amusement for her, but nothing that was overly worrisome.

The trio did not take long to get up to Elsa's office and drop off the paperwork. They chatted about their days on the way up before Kristoff and Anna made the decision to retire to their room. Elsa, of course decided to stay in her office, working late.

"Goodnight Elsa!" Anna said with a grin as Kristoff lead her out of the room with a light hand on her lower back. She was overwhelmingly happy to be home, and she was more than ready for bed, having eaten in the carriage on the way back.

"Goodnight." Elsa replied demurely as the pair walked towards the door.

"Oh Kristoff." She suddenly piped up before he was able to escape.

"Yes?" He replied, heart racing. What did she notice?

"You changed the drapes." She said gesturing to the windows behind her, "I like them very much, though you rarely take any interest in redecorating."

Kristoff's face of shock told Elsa almost everything she had to know, however she wouldn't torture him. She did like to mess with him, as he did her from time to time. They understood each other in a strange way. "But I suppose that's nothing of importance. Sleep well."

Slipping away Kristoff thanked God for his good fortune. He simply could not believe that he had pulled it off.

Elsa smiled before sitting back down to her desk, noticing a bit of soot on the floor near her right foot. She would ask Gerda and Kai what exactly went on in the morning, but at the moment she couldn't help but laugh and assume that her niece and nephew had some hand in whatever was worrying Kristoff so. Perhaps she would have a chat with them as well, she did rather enjoy hearing the stories of their antics. It reminded her of being young again in the days where she and Anna got themselves in far too much trouble.