A/N: Here are the final two POVs for this story. It got rather long, and there really isn't a good place to break it up, so . . . Snow Sisters fluff and silliness, and some Kristanna.
"Déjà-ACHOO!" (Part 5 & Epilogue)
The first things Anna noticed upon returning to Elsa's bedroom were: a) the door was not iced shut, which was good; and b) there were over two dozen snowgies trying to get out, which was not good, as she had no free hands. Thinking fast, she dropped to her knees and managed to block the doorway; the snowgies couldn't escape by jumping over her, since Kristoff stood directly behind with his bowl (which, while full, could still be used to block).
Anna all but crawled into the room, holding the steaming bowl of soup in one hand, and holding the medicine and keeping her balance with the other. She made it far enough into the room that Kristoff could enter with his own bundle—and then she noticed the other thing different about the room: the bed was vacant.
"Elsaaaaaa . . ." Anna groaned aloud. She glanced at Kristoff, who shrugged and closed the door behind him, bowl of snowgies still in hand.
"Need to . . . finish . . . papers," came the predictable mumble from the corner of the room, where a familiar figure with pale blonde hair, now in a modest blue nightgown, was attempting to write at the desk.
Anna rolled her eyes to the ceiling, heaving an exasperated sigh at her sister's stubbornness. Walking over to the small table by the bed, she set the bottle of medicine and the bowl of soup down, then returned to Kristoff, holding out her hand. Not immediately understanding, he simply stared at her until she beckoned him to hand her something.
"Oh!" he said, pulling a snowgie from the bowl. Before handing it to her, he hesitated. "You aren't really going to throw it at her, are you?" he whispered.
Anna shook her head, and took the proffered snow goon, leaving Kristoff standing there with his bowl, looking baffled. She walked over to the desk, noting that Elsa had in fact tried to organize the mess on the desk while she was gone, with some success.
"Anna?" Elsa murmured again as she approached. "Did you . . . bring any chocol—AIIIIEE!" Her scream of surprise would have alarmed most of the castle staff, had it not been followed immediately by a furious, "ANNA!"
The princess stood and smirked, watching as her sister leaped out of her chair, frantically tried to dislodge the snowgie wriggling around in the back of her nightgown. "Why, Elsa," Anna teased, "I thought the cold never bothered you?"
"The cold—doesn't—WIGGLE!" Elsa yelled, now sounding much more lucid than a moment ago. Her frisking finally chased out the little snowman, who had a silly grin on its face. "Anna, you've got some nerve—" she began hotly, arms crossed.
"Elsa, you won't get better unless you rest," Anna said firmly, cutting her off. "Remember what happened last time? You got so delirious that you nearly fell off the clock tower! Not to mention you made the Southern Isles pretty nervous . . ." She glanced at the partly-neatened desk. "Anyway, you can't rest at your desk. There's no reason why me or Kai couldn't finish your paperwork. Unless it needs a signature . . . no, wait, I can do that, too . . ."
Elsa's expression went from angry, to abashed, to grateful. "I suppose," she said, the weariness creeping into her voice again, "but . . ."
"No buts." Anna hoped she didn't sound too stern. "Now, back to bed, or I'll see if I can teach some of these snowgies to find out where you're ticklish!"
Her sister looked horrified. "You wouldn't dare," she said hoarsely. Anna gave her a flat look. "Oh, all right," Elsa sighed, defeated. "But I'll . . . get you back. For sticking . . . live snow down my dress."
"I'm sure you'll try," Anna replied, "but not today. Come on, I got you hot soup." Elsa shuffled over to the bed, shedding her slippers and crawling in. Anna followed, and helped her sister get situated sitting up in bed. "You have to admit, Elsa," she continued, "that it was pretty good payback for all that snow I had to endure before yesterday's meeting."
"That was all . . . in good fun, Anna," Elsa replied, sniffling a bit, before making a icy handkerchief appear and wiping her reddened nose.
"Sure, sure," Anna said, smiling. "You know I could never stay mad at you, Elsa." She spooned some soup, blowing on it slightly, and presented it to Elsa, making a little whooshing noise under her breath.
Apparently, she hadn't been quiet enough; Elsa flicked a hand, and the spoon and its contents froze instantly. "I'm not a child, Anna," her sister said, a serious-looking smirk on her face. "Keep making . . . noises with the spoon, and I will . . . bury this room in snow."
Anna made a pouty face as Elsa flicked her hand again, dispelling the ice (but not the cold) from the soup spoon. "Love you too, stinker," she said affectionately. Elsa smirked again, but did not retaliate, content to sit there and eat the soup, one chilled spoonful at a time.
When the bowl of soup was finally empty, Anna set it on the table, then took the bottle of cold medicine and poured a spoonful. "This will make you feel better," she said. Elsa made a sour face, but accepted the dose anyway.
"Um, Anna, Elsa?" Kristoff, still standing with his bowl of snowgies near the door, was fidgeting, probably uncomfortable being in the Queen's bedroom for so long. "What are we going to do about the snowgies?" he asked.
"Hm . . .?" In her focus on taking care of her stubborn sister, Anna had forgotten that he was there. "Oh! Sorry, Kristoff. I guess you could take them up to the North Mountain again . . . Unless Elsa has a better idea?" she asked, turning back to her sister, who shook her head. "You know, you may need to build a new wing in the Ice Palace for all these guys . . ."
"But where would she put it?" Kristoff asked, looking around the room, as if searching for something. "Below the foundation, into the mountain?"
"Don't be . . . silly, Kristoff," Elsa said, a small giggle escaping her lips. "There's . . . plenty of room."
"All right, if you say so . . ." Kristoff turned and looked imploringly at Anna. "Um . . . I don't suppose either of you have something I can carry all of these snowgies with?"
"Try asking Kai," Anna suggested. "I think he has some big sacks somewhere."
"All right." Kristoff emptied the large bowl of its contents, and quickly slipped out the bedroom door with it tucked under one arm.
"Annaaaaaa," Elsa said, her words starting to sound slurred. "C'n we have some choooocolate now?"
Anna rolled her eyes once again, and replied, "Not until you're better, Elsa." She frowned, remembering that her sister had mentioned chocolate when they first came in. Then there was the snowgies' behavior . . . "Wait, wait, wait," she said, looking Elsa right in the eyes. "You're not actually telling the snowgies to fetch sweets, are you . . .?"
Elsa giggled again. "Tried," she murmured, "but they're . . . not very bright. You . . . helped, though. Storage room."
Anna slapped her forehead with the palm of her hand. She should have known; the little snowmen were just like her and Elsa, as Kristoff had said. "Fine, I'll tell Nora to lock it until you're well." Elsa pouted, and she added, "Mama always told me that sweets aren't good for you when you're sick."
"No chocolate . . .?" Elsa whimpered.
"I promise I'll let you have all the chocolate you like when you're all better," Anna replied. "We can even share a pot of hot chocolate, just the two of us." Elsa's expression brightened at this prospect. Anna glanced around the room, taking in the four dozen or so snowgies sitting or lounging on every conceivable surface. "Elsa, there aren't any other snowgies for us to worry about, are there?"
"Think . . . Olaf found some." Elsa mumbled, eyes half-closed. "'S probably . . . all of them . . ."
"All right." Anna helped her sister into a more comfortable position for sleeping, and snugged the covers around her. "Just rest now, okay?" Elsa did not answer; she had already fallen asleep. Anna finally relaxed, and stood, thinking that maybe she should see what paperwork she could do before Elsa woke up again.
Kristoff returned then, a large cloth sack thrown over one shoulder, and shut the door quickly behind him. "I found a sack—" he began.
"Sshhhh!" Anna hissed, one finger to her lips and the other hand pointing at the bed. "I just got her to sleep," she whispered. "Try not to make too much noise."
"I'll do my best," he answered quietly, "but that really depends on the snowgies."
It didn't take long to gather up the snowgies—they didn't put up a fight, possibly because Elsa was asleep. When Kristoff was done, and had the sack of snowgies slung over his shoulder, Anna told him to be on the lookout for the group that Elsa thought Olaf had found. She walked up to him, and gave him a warm smile. "Thanks for helping," she said, then stood on tiptoe and gave him a quick kiss. "Safe travels," she whispered.
"No problem, feisty pants," Kristoff replied breathlessly, his face reddened. He smiled back at Anna, then turned and left. Anna strode over to the desk, and set about tidying it, hoping Elsa would be well soon.
Kristoff tried to look nonchalant as he made his way out of the castle with a sack of slightly squirming snow goofs over his shoulder. The sack had certainly come in handy—Kai had been very accommodating, as if he had expected the need for it. When he stepped outside into the courtyard, though, he was met with a rather unusual sight. What the . . .?
The cart was exactly where he left it, but there was now a handful of snowgies sitting in the back. Kristoff watched as Sven lobbed (with his antlers) a snowgie toward Olaf. The snowman then swung the long stick he held like a bat, hitting the snowgie and sending it flying into the back of the cart.
"Enjoying yourselves?" he asked them, swinging the sack up into the cart. "Sorry if I'm interrupting your game . . ." Walking up to Sven, he stage-whispered, "Who won?" The answer, of course, in Sven-speak was, I did! "That's not what it looked like to me, buddy." he told the reindeer. Sven grunted in reply.
"That's okay, Kristoff!" Olaf said cheerfully. "I was running out of little brothers to launch, anyway."
"I'm glad you showed up, actually," Kristoff replied, hitching up Sven. "Would you like to join us for a trip up the North Mountain?" He jumped onto the seat, taking the reins.
"Sure!" Olaf ushered the remaining snowgies into the cart, then climbed onto the seat next to Kristoff, eager to go. "Oh, your bag seems to have come open . . ." he added.
Kristoff glanced at the back of the cart, and saw five dozen pairs of eyes blinking at him. Figures . . . He had only loosely tied the bag, after all. "All right, let's go, Sven," he said. With that, they set off on the long trek up into the mountains. Thinking fondly of Anna, Kristoff hoped it wouldn't take too long.
THE END
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this silly story! Can't believe I started it 5½ months ago, about 2 months after Frozen Fever came out. Please review, and let me know what you think! :D
– Elsa may be immune to the cold, but when she's sick . . . well, she can be surprised.
– The Snow Sisters "noises with the spoon" thing was originally an outtake on Tumblr from ultranos's "ghost on the wire" fic.
– I felt that I needed to include Olaf somehow, and the "improvised stick-ball game" idea I had was too funny to pass up. ;)