A/N: At long last, the second installment of this short story (because I'm lazy and uninspired, the chapters are short). Kristoff's POV this time; next will be Snow Sisters. :)

"Déjà-ACHOO!" (Part 2)

It had been a fairly typical day so far for Kristoff. Get up, dress, feed Sven, feed himself, and go into Arendelle Town to sell ice. As autumn was quickly approaching, the Ice Master knew that his business was going to taper off sharply in the coming months, at least until spring came again.

He was just about to remark to Sven about how slow business was today, and how he may as well take a nap, when the Royal Handler strode toward his stand. The portly man was by himself, with no cart in tow, so it was unlikely he was here to do business.

"Good day, Master Bjorgman," Kai greeted.

"Hey, Kai," Kristoff said. "I'm guessing that you aren't here to buy ice." When Kai shook his head, he went on. "Is something wrong? Did Princess Anna send for me?"

"Yes, and yes," the Royal Handler replied. "The princess requires your assistance with an urgent matter concerning Queen Elsa."

"Okay," the mountain man said. "What sort of an urgent matter . . .?" He trailed off as Kai pulled out his handkerchief and mimed sneezing into it, with an exaggerated "At-choo!"

Kristoff frowned, then gave a start as he realized what Kai was trying to tell him. Elsa has a cold. Again. Keep this between us. Don't want to spread panic. "All right," he said. "I'll get to the castle right away."

"Thank you, Master Bjorgman," Kai said. "You'll most likely find the princess in the family wing."

"Thanks." Kristoff pulled out a carrot and offered it to Sven, saying, "C'mon, buddy. Anna needs our help."

It was just as well that business was slow, as few would notice his sudden departure. The Ice Master wasted no time in hitching up Sven and driving the cart back to the castle.

At the courtyard, he turned and stopped the cart just inside the gates, out of the way. Unhitching Sven, he told him, "Listen, Sven, do you remember Anna's birthday, and how her sister was sick?" At the reindeer's nod, he continued. "I want you to stand guard out here, and make sure none of those snowgies leave the castle and cause trouble. Okay?" Sven nodded again, and sat next to the gates, watching the castle.

Kristoff opened one of the large double doors at the other end of the courtyard, and stepped into the castle proper, closing the door behind him. He hadn't taken three steps before he was suddenly falling forward, hands flying out to catch himself. Propping himself up on one knee, he turned around to see what he had tripped on—and was unsurprised to find a snowgie there.

Ridiculous little snow goblins, he thought. Picking the offending snow creature up, he looked around briefly, before realizing that he had no idea what to do with it.

"Guess I have to take it with me," he said aloud, and set the thing on his shoulder, for lack of a better option. His thoughts flashed back to the events of Anna's birthday, when he had done everything in his power to protect her cake from the hundreds of little baby snowmen. Out harvesting ice in the mountains, Kristoff never needed to use the kind or amount of acrobatics he'd had to that day.

Maybe Olaf could help, if I could find him, he thought. But that might cause more chaos than necessary. The cheerful snowman had understandably gotten along well with his smaller brothers, and had done his best to herd them. Kristoff wondered absently whether the snowgies had a gender; Olaf and Marshmallow were obviously male, but the snowgies appearing identical made it impossible to say what they were. Olaf named them, so maybe he knows . . .?

Distracted as he was, he almost didn't notice the group of snowgies up ahead. Stopping short of where they were standing in the corridor, chattering excitedly, Kristoff tried to figure out where they were. (Even over a year after first staying in the castle, he still got lost on occasion.) The snowgie that seemed to be the brains of this particular group was gesturing wildly down a side hallway, and Kristoff had a sinking feeling that he knew where it led.

"The kitchens . . ." he said softly, and dang it, the snow goblins just had to overhear, didn't they! "No, no, no!" he shouted, chasing after them when they bolted toward the kitchens. Anna can wait, he decided as he ran. I know they're obnoxious, but if they wreck the kitchen, or . . . or melt, I'll never hear the end of it . . .!