"Are you sure this is safe?"

"I have absolutely no idea."

"Comforting."

"Hey I did this all the time as a kid."

"You took a makeshift sled down the largest hill right next to the iced over Fjord as a kid? Didn't you have your parents or Palace staff watching you?"

"Yes, but Elsa and I snuck out a lot when we were little."

"But you're not little anymore Anna, you're not the least bit worried that you'll break through the ice when you get to the bottom."

"I probably won't even get that far." Anna looked at Kristoff mischievously, he had been trying to talk her down from this for the last five minutes or so, and the last hour before that when it had been merely a thought in her mind. As she had found as a small child, the lids off feed barrels from the stables made especially good sleds when the snow covering the hills of Arendelle was iced over. Conditions had to be just right, but when they were one could grab a lid, find a hill, and really fly. "Either way there's only one way to find out."

Before Kristoff could even open his mouth to protest again, Anna was off. She was sitting squarely in the center of the large lid with her hands holding onto the sides. It didn't take her long to gain speed and as she accelerated, so did Kristoff's heart rate. He could imagine it now, Anna breaking through the ice, or falling and getting hurt. He could only imagine explaining it to an angry Elsa, and frankly he did not wish for that to be in his life at the moment.

Though it felt like days rather than seconds, Anna's sled slowed to a stop, and admittedly to her credit she did so quite a ways before the bank of the fjord. He hadn't necessarily doubted her judgment, but rather simply as her voice of reason he had tried to get her to listen to sense. That rarely worked with her however, and as she ran back up the hill he couldn't do much other than silently thank the heavens that she was safe.

Anna, winded, but excited extended the lid to Kristoff in a gloved hand. "Your turn!" she shouted excitedly once her panting subsided enough to do so. She was red in the face but rife with excitement. The only reason he had agreed to follow her on this little venture was due to her raw enthusiasm over reliving her childhood and of course the fact that if this ended badly, he would be needed to help her.

Kristoff put his hands up defensively. There was no way that he was going to get on that death trap. She could do it all she wanted and he wouldn't stop her, he would beg and plead, but there was no way that he could stop her, just as there was no way that she could persuade him to jump on the thin piece of smooth, varnished, pine and ride it down a hill. "I'd rather not."

Kristoff had, as he always did, underestimated her powers of persuasion. In the end all it took from her to get him on the sled was a sad face and a few bats of eyelashes. He had no idea how she had such control over him, but in all honesty he didn't have much time to think about it as Anna kneeled down behind him, hands on his back, ready to give him the fatal shove.

"Anna I don't know how I feel about this." He said in one final attempt to get himself out of the mess he'd made for himself.

"Nonsense!" Anna said as she smiled a devilish smile, it was bright and cheerful, however Kristoff knew that smile well, it was the 'Kristoff will do whatever I ask when I smile at him smile'. It was the smile that he loved and hated in equal measure, the one that got him in trouble, as well as the one that made all the trouble he got into with her worth it. That was the smile that would one day be the death of him.

"Really Anna, I…" But it was too late, the rest of his words were a garble as he was shoved, perhaps a bit too forcefully down the hill by Anna, who as soon as she shoved him, immediately put a hand over her mouth.

"What have I done?" She asked as she sent her boyfriend sailing through the snow, directly into the path of someone crossing the ice.

Kristoff was too busy screaming his lungs out and holding on for dear life to notice much of anything around him. The wind and snow bit at his face and stung his cheeks. For the speed at which he was moving he could hardly even hear himself shouting. In his mind he cursed his lack of steadfastness when it came to Anna's will, he made note to never join in on one of her dangerous plans again, however even as he thought of it, he knew that it would never happen.

Elsa, who had been looking for her sister for the last hour and a half, extended her hand towards the ground where Kristoff was about to sled directly into her. Having gained much more control of her powers at this point her split reaction was quite well done, freezing the feed lid in place without striking a still screaming Kristoff.

Elsa simply raised an eyebrow at his frightened face, but her calm cool and collected façade burst into a storm of laughter as his face changed from frightened to dumbstruck. She honestly liked having Kristoff around, even if it was sheerly for the kinship she felt for him getting involved in her sister's schemes. Anna had always had a knack for getting even the most serious and level headed people involved in her madness.

"Anna!" Elsa shouted up to her sister as she climbed up the hill. "What on Earth are you doing out here, you know we're entertaining the Duke and Duchess in an hour." Rather than have her sister descend she chuckled again at Kristoff, still sitting in the makeshift sled, before heading up the hill herself.

"Just needed to get a little fresh air." Anna replied back, innocently enough that Elsa saw straight through her.

"Uh huh." She said, looking skeptically at her sister, "And nearly killing Kristoff is your idea of fresh air."

Anna simply shrugged as Kristoff, who had detached the feed barrel top from the ground and was now carrying it, reached the top of the hill with the two sisters. He knew better than to weigh in when the two were speaking as they were, however he did appreciate Elsa's concern for his wellbeing.

Elsa smiled then, her sister would never change, nor did she wish for her to. "Then again an hour is quite a bit of time." She pointed again at the ground and with a moment's concentration she crafted a clear ice sled out of thin air. "And if you're going to do this, you may as well do it right."

And as such a half hour was spent with the three all arriving late, redfaced, and with wet hair to dinner with one of Arendelle's oldest aristocratic families.

Just was able to post as I left my laptop back at school, I'll have it Friday afternoon, but in the meantime I'm writing everything completely from scratch on my parent's old frightening laptop. (No smut for the next few days for those of you who've been hoping). I'll try to be more prompt. And again feel free to send me prompts, I write these daily for the most part so it's never too late to shoot me an idea.