"Is that all you got?"
"Alright! Take this feisty pants!"
"oh was that supposed to be an attack?"
"Oh, haha!"
"Watch your feet!"
"Oof! God damn it!"
Anna let out a chuckle as she helped Kristoff up, yet again. The tall man grunted as he brushed debris from the grass off his stomach.
"You know one of these days I'm going to get seriously injured hitting the ground like that." The tall man smirked, turning to Anna.
"Well hopefully before then you get sick of falling and finally learn the damn foot work." She gave a cheeky grin, patting his sweaty shoulder. His muscles almost shimmered with the beads of sweat that ran down the contours of his build. It was rather pleasing to the eye is Anna did say so herself. " Alright, take a break, we will resume after you catch your breath."
Kristoff nodded, thankful for the rest. He made his way over to a bench and sat down, sighing heavily. Moments later Anna joined him, wiping the sweat from her brow. The two sat in silence for a moment. Anna drew meaningless patterns in the grass with her practice sword.
The silence became to much for the large blonde man, he cleared his throat. "So, Anna...I have to ask. How does a girl like you get so good at combat?"
The red head's sun kissed cheeks lifted as she smiled, eyes trained on the random motions of her sword.
"My father, you know, Captain of the Queen's guard?" She gave a soft chuckle. "After my mother died I was moved into the castle with him. Normally against the rules, but he was good friends with the King and the king thought it would be good for his daughter Elsa to have a friend her age. Since I was always around my father spent his free time teaching me how to fight. He told me the world is full of dangerous people, and it was my responsibility to protect myself and the people I love. Which, I try to do, I'm hoping to get knighted soon so I too can serve the Queen." Realizing that she was rambling, Anna blushed. "Oh sorry, got carried away..."
Kristoff shook his head with a smile. "No it's alright. I'm sorry about your mother. Are you and Elsa good friends? Did the king's plan work out?"
The restless tip of the training sword that had danced mindlessly stilled. "We used to be very close. There wasn't a day that we didn't spend in each other's company. That was of course when she wasn't tending to her studies." A bitter sweet smile rested on Anna's lips as she spoke.
"And now?"
She was silent a moment before speaking. "I don't know..."
"Being Queen must be a really hard job to be able to pull her away from a friend like you."
"Oh it is! Well, I assume it is, I'm not queen myself, I'd be a terrible Queen. Elsa, now Elsa is a good Queen, a great Queen! She really loves this kingdom and it's people. She so sweet too, doesn't give herself enough credit. I am so sorry I did it again."
The blonde man chuckled and laced his fingers together.
"Well, what about you Sir falls-a-lot?"
"What? What about me?"
Anna's eyes narrowed as she smirked. "I just told you my whole boring life's story, what about yours? It's your turn to share."
"Me?"
"No the other large blonde guy named Kristoff. Yes you!"
The man almost look flustered by her question. No one had ever really stopped to ask him about his life.
"There's really nothing to me."
A red brow raised and Anna crossed her arms over her chest. "That's a lie. Any fool who looks at you can tell that you are a man with a history. No one who has eyes like yours has nothing to them. I shared, now it's your turn."
He gave a sigh and ran a hand through his sweat dampened hair. " I never really knew my parents. I was in an orphanage for most of my life where I spent most of my time alone. When I turned ten I started an apprenticeship with an Ice harvester. From there I worked my ass off until I learned every inch of the trade. Most of my life before I was drafted was time in the mountains with Sven, my reindeer friend."
"Reindeer? Like a pet?"
"Yea...most people use horses, I use a reindeer, faster, stronger and better suited in ice and snow."
"Well that's really cool."
"I told you I was nothing special. Just an Ice harvester"
"Hey, that's not true. My father told me once, that no one ever truly knows their true potential till destiny calls them any way. So I don't care what you say Kristoff. I believe you have greatness in you."
The blonde almost looked heart broken. All his life people cast him aside, he was expendable, replace able. Yet here this young woman sat before him, having only known him for a few weeks, and already she was nicer to him than anyone ever had been.
"Thanks, Feisty pants..."