Grr... I'm already feeling like I'm losing my intensity and motivation to finish this... But, in the mean time, here you go.

Kristoff was able to go on marching for a few imagined measures until he eventually ran into someone, Wilbur. The fat, balding man eyed him from the end of the hallway as he was rounding the corner. Kristoff immediately fell into an embarrassed gait and tried to pretend like he wasn't just marching to a valiant drum cadence in his head.

"In a good mood as usual Mr. Bjorgman?" The servant asked with a quite sarcastic voice, making sure to carry himself in the most regal manner possible to show his superior tact when walking through a castle, and Kristoff's spirits shot themselves to hell.

"Right back at'cha." Kristoff managed to shoot out something even more biting and even went so far as to wink at the old man and Kristoff felt his pride surging back when he got a bitter grunt for a reply and on Wilbur passed by him.

Kristoff let out a quiet, albeit, large breath from holding it in until he was sure Wilbur couldn't hear him, and he let his anger drift away. He was so tired of the staff all treating him like he wasn't supposed to be there. But, then again, he never felt like he was supposed to be there did he... No. He was the head Ice Master and Deliverer. Did that mean he should be living in a castle? No, no not really.

But! He was Anna's true love. It was she who made the arrangements for him to live in the castle; in complete separate rooms, opposite parts of the castle on Elsa's behest of course.

That's when it hit him. Where even was she? Anna didn't tell him where to meet Elsa. He stopped right in the middle of the hall and looked around to see where he was. He came down to the conclusion from the old grandfather clock down a little ways on his left, the potted plants decorating the right wall, and the portrait of some ancestor hanging on the wall at the very end of the hallway he wasn't far from Elsa's study. He then thought about how quickly he had been moving, or at least for how long he had been marching, to already be this close to her office.

He finally started walking again, and he looked for the time as he passed the old clock, it was just about to strike one o'clock. He walked on and stopped again once he reached that painting at the end of the hall and he immediately rested his hands upon the little table that stood underneath the gargantuan, gaudy, golden frame that held the painting within, and he stared at the cold copper brown eyes of the man on the portrait. He was sporting an outfit fit for a king and when Kristoff looked down at the tiny plaque that had the title of the piece the outfit gained much more sense; King Rupert The Third, year 1865. The last king before Anna and Elsa's father.

Kristoff raised his eyes back to King Rupert's and tried to find something valuable inside them. It was the second closest setting of which he had been near a king, and he didn't want to walk away from it with nothing like last time.

"So tell me, how hard was it really? Being king and all? There had to be some fun parts right? Like banishing dumb servants or anything like that?" Kristoff asked the portrait and after staring back at him for a few long, silent, seconds he continued, "You don't say much do you Rupert?" More silence greeted him, and then the clock behind him chimed one o'clock.

Kristoff shook his head violently to punish himself for being so foolish. "No wonder they treat me like I'm worthless! I talk to everything that can't talk back. I don't belong here." His words were meaningful and completely dejected sounding and he heard that himself.

"All I'm wearing is some summer garb while you're up there wearing about a hundred weasels and foxes. I think it's obvious who really belongs here. Why the hell am I still talking to you!?" Kristoff threw up his hands in annoyance from his own lunacy and then began to quickly stride away from the old dead king and try and refocus on why he was walking through the halls anyway, and if it wasn't for the certain door he needed to be entering through he would've pass it out of distraction of trying to remember about it.

Elsa's office door was very much closed right now as Kristoff came back towards it from walking past it in the first place, and that didn't sit well with him. Anna was always going on about how Elsa always has it open, or at least when ever Anna came over it was always open. Maybe she just wanted it closed for a little while, Kristoff hoped.

Laughter came sounding through the door and tore away Kristoff's worries in a snap and he lunged at the door to put his ear on the keyhole to better hear why there was laughter coming from inside.

"Do you really mean to say that he's completely afraid of you, even though he is infatuated with ice? Does he not know that you can create it at a whim? Why! I would think he would be madly in love with you, not afraid of you!"

"Kristoff is a good man Georg, and he is in love with my sister." Kristoff could hear both a blush and a smile in Elsa's voice as she responded to Georg's observation. "I'd much rather he be in love with her than I."

"Oh, my dear queen! You say that as if you will never find love!"

"I should only be so lucky Georg. I'm still trying to accept that my people accept me for my powers. That takes most of my patience, well that and Anna always bombarding me to play with her." She chortled at that last part and a warm smile spread across Georg's face at the sentiment.

"Well, at least you are happy my lady?"

"Oh yes! Very happy." There was something hiding in Elsa's voice and both Georg and Kristoff knew it.

"You've never been a very good liar my dear one. Not since you were a little girl."

"And you've always been too observant." Elsa sighed and Kristoff heard soft footsteps and then a sound that sounded like someone just plopped their self into a chair.

"That is why your father hired me my dear lady. I have watched your kingdom long before it was yours, and I watched it just last year when you went off to find your tiara. What is bugging you now about this trip?" A bit a realization smacked Georg in the face at his words when he remembered how the girls had were going to get to Corona. By ship.

"Rapunzel, that's what is bothering me." Elsa said as she bit at her thumb nail, trying her hardest not to just start gnawing at it from her anxieties.

Georg let out a big breath of relief and Elsa swiftly glanced up at him questioningly, but then looked back to her desk, where the letter still was sitting, all crumpled and incomprehensible.

"I just can't believe that she has asked for both Anna and myself. Anna I can completely understand, but me?"

"Why would she not want a queen to come to her birthday?"

"A lot more happened a year ago than just Anna, Kristoff, and I going to find my tiara Georg."

"Oh? Oh! Oh... I see now."

"Yeah... So do I."

"She is only turning twenty though my lady! And she is only a princess, and from what Anna has told me she is a very sweet young lady! What would she do to you, come now really? She must have forgiven you to invite you!"

"Or, she just thought it would be rude to only invite Anna." Elsa's tone was dark and bitter at her tiny revelation.

"Or, you're just over thinking as usual."

"Oh, you're probably right!" Elsa huffed out loudly in an attempt to quell her growing fears and doubts, and she relaxed into her chair as best she could but her body was just too tense to feel relaxed. She still had something rather important to attend to.

"I am always right your highness." Georg lightheartedly snickered as he pulled at the lapels of his suit jacket making the tiny medals rustling at the commotion.

"Okay, then all-knowing-one, where's Kristoff?" Elsa quipped back at him.

"Now I never said I know everything, only that I'm always right."

"Then make a guess! It should be right, right?"

"I-uh... Hmm."

*Knock knock knock*

"Why that must be him!"

"Nice save. No, you stay put, I'll get him." Elsa commanded Georg to stay put as she rose from her seat. She strode to the door asking who it actually was beyond it.

"It's me, Kristoff." Was the muffled response.

Elsa twisted the tarnished knob and the door opened giving way to the lumbering ice harvester who looked like he knew something. He just had that certain gleam in his eye, but Elsa smiled at him nonetheless and gestured for him to come in, and in he came but he came to a stop halfway in the room.

"You have remarkable timing Kristoff." She said as she shut the door, which to her meant that she didn't want to be disturbed, but the only person who was allowed to ever come in anyway was Anna. Turning around she saw Kristoff just standing awkwardly, staring at the ground.

"Well! You might remember Georg, my Chief of Court. He was the man I woke up at that ungodly hour in the morning to have get up and look after Arendelle while we were away.

"I mainly just remember you threatening to banish me before you woke him up at said ungodly hour." Kristoff rambled out sheepishly.

"An honest man we have with us though!" Georg cried out gleefully and took the initiative to step up toward Kristoff and present his hand. Kristoff took Georg's hand and shook it strongly, and smirked a little at the sight that his hand basically swallowed the older man's. "And a giant too!" A hearty laugh bellowed from Georg's belly at his own stupid joke, but it made Kristoff laugh as well and he felt much better all together.

"Well, please have a seat you two. I have something rather important to discuss with you Kristoff."

Georg elbowed Kristoff's arm and leaned in close to say in his ear, "Now she's going to banish you."

"Oh stop that Georg." Elsa huffed again as she retook her seat behind her grand oak desk, decorated in folk floral patterns and littered with paperwork on top.

Georg giggled gleefully and went to take a seat on the couch in front of Elsa's desk and then he playfully patted the seat beside him for Kristoff to come sit with him.

"Oh, would you stop that! You're probably creeping him out. I'll banish you!" Georg quickly knotted his fingers together and slipped his hands into his lap, and both Kristoff and Georg smiled at his silliness, but Elsa merely rolled her eyes and lifted her hand to squeeze the bridge of her nose, getting very tired of Georg's rare chipper attitude. Someone must have spiked his morning coffee.

"And to honestly think you've ever ruled a kingdom."

"And to honestly think that you've let me rule yours." Georg bantered back and finally a little smile was set upon Elsa's lips.

Kristoff finally sat down, leaving plenty enough space in-between himself and Georg.

Elsa let her hand drop and rest on her desktop and she rose herself to sit up straight and she willed the air about her to ring with regality and grace as she set her eyes on Kristoff's shrunken frame. He didn't like the feeling of her stare and so he was trying to make himself as small as possible.

"Kristoff, as you know by now Anna and I have been cordially invited to Princess Rapunzel's twentieth birthday and I just want to express my feelings on how sorry you won't be joining us. I know it will be hard to not be with my sister for the time being we're gone, and I have an offer that might just make it a little easier on you."

Kristoff's eyes sparkled only. He didn't now how to form words.

"I see how much you care for my sister, and I have seen how my staff treat you. You know, like a peasant how has no business dwelling in a castle, and being so close to the royal family. I've chosen to not take action against them."

Now Kristoff's brow furrowed in confusion and anger, and Georg looked to him when he saw the responsive look on Elsa's face and though simply, 'If look could kill...'

"No, I have something much better in mind. That is why I've called upon Georg today. Tomorrow evening you're heroics shall be honored for guiding my sister up the North Mountain to my Ice Palace, and for returning her here as safely as possible. Before your feast I shall award you with knighthood. You have truly earned it, and my trust as well."

Now Kristoff's jaw dropped and Georg let out another hearty laugh to which Elsa gave him a dirty look, but Georg was too busy laughing to notice.

"You-... You're serious?" Kristoff stammered out in disbelief.

"One hundred percent! This way you will be recognized and no one will ever be able to try and belittle you again. You don't deserve that Kristoff. Actually no one does. This is my token of gratitude for all you've done to bring my family closer." Elsa smiled at him warmly and Georg even stopped laughing at the lovely sentiment coming from the queen.

Kristoff was still in disbelief. He had just heard a second ago that Elsa knew how much he feared, but respected her, and now she was openly welcoming him further in her own life as someone of high status. Him! An orphan, raised by magical talking rocks for Pete sakes! She's never spoken to him so dearly before, but then again they don't speak to each other a lot anyway.

"Well?" Elsa prodded him with a hopeful look and a shy smile at his long silence. "What say you?"

"I uh... I-hmm... I'm honored. Flattered even! I just... Well, I think it's a little... Well a little too much."

"Too much?" Both Elsa and Georg said simultaneously, or, Georg shouted more rather.

"Georg, calm yourself." Elsa gently demanded and then turned her focus back onto Kristoff as Georg went into a gaping fit at the big man sitting next to him.

"I don't think it's enough at all." Elsa spoke gently, almost mother like and she rose from her seat and stepped over to Kristoff. Once she was right in front of him Kristoff felt like he had no choice but to force himself to look up at her and he noticed how her gaze had softened considerably, and so looking up at her wasn't so hard after all. She bent down to grab his hands and then she gently tried to pull him up and get him to rise onto his feet, thinking he'd maybe feel more comfortable if he could look down on her instead of being eye to eye.

"You didn't have to help Anna, but you did. You didn't have to come back for her, but you did. And when I tragically froze her heart you came rushing in to help her, throwing all your fears into the blizzard I had just made to try and help her. You don't need to be afraid of me Kristoff. I feel so fortunate to have you as a friend, someone who would risk their own live for my little sister's. Trust me, you deserve this." Elsa face beamed with such friendly intensity that Kristoff forgot who was really talking to him. He'd never seen nor heard Elsa speak to someone like she was speaking to him right now, like they were the most cherished and important thing in the world.

"Thank you, Elsa." Kristoff managed to squeeze out of his lungs, and Elsa squeezed his hands tight in her own and then she got on the tips of her toes to reach her mouth to Kristoff's ear.

"I also want to knight you so you can watch over Georg." They both chuckled as she pulled herself back down onto her firm feet and Georg eyed them suspiciously from the couch.

"So! It's settled then! Enjoy your last day of simply being Kristoff Bjorgman, Arendelle's Ice Master and Deliverer, for tomorrow you shall be Sir Kristoff Bjorgman, High Knight, and Arendelle's Ice Master and Deliverer."

"Oh boy, two jobs!" Kristoff jested lightheartedly.

"Try having mine." Elsa retorted back playfully and they both smiled.

"I still don't see why I can't come with you guys though."

"Kristoff..." Elsa trailed out, and he hands went slack in his, and Georg felt a little uncomfortable, feeling like he already knew what she was going to say. "I'm already scared enough myself. Don't you dare tell Anna this though. I can tell her myself just fine." Both men heard straight through her lie, but Kristoff nodded his head all the same. "I don't want to mess anything up. I'm not saying that you would mess anything up! Please don't think that. It's just that if she would've written for you to come then I'd help you pack myself! But, she didn't..."

"And, it would be rude to show up announced. Anna already explained that to me already."

"I'm sorry Kristoff."

"I'll be fine. I'm going to be a knight! Just wait until Sven hears about it. Wait, Sven will be allowed to come right?" Complete worry saturated his voice, and it made Elsa's heart melt.

"Of course. I wouldn't dream of making Sven miss out on such a monumental moment."