#would like if Kristanna was in their late 30s probably

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Cursed- A Kristanna Werewolf AU

Universe: Modern Werewolf AU

Length: 2113 Words

Rating: T (Teen, for now)

Notes: Happy Unbirthday Sara @minnothebunny! Unfortunately I’m not the brilliant @feistypaants (whose unbirthday fic I’m still working on) and couldn’t finish her fic for her, though I too would absolutely like to read that. So yeah. Anyway, I was going to write some werestoff smut, but just ended up starting a whole new werewolf/ little red riding hood AU for you. Whoopsies. Here’s chapter one.

Anna was lost. She admitted it to the chill forest air as it turned her lips blue. She should have never started walking so late, but her day had been complicated to say the least and while she knew that Elsa, holed up in her cabin away from society, probably could have gone a day without fresh eggs and milk, she hadn’t wanted her to stay up all night worried about why she hadn’t come.

Not for the first time she wished that her sister would have stayed with her in their childhood home, and not for the last time her thoughts were interrupted by a voice of reason that said her sister, despite everything had made the better choice. If nothing else, Elsa was warmer and safer than she was right now and that was something of a comfort. She’d be annoyed about being lost in the woods for her sake later when she managed to find her way out of the mess she’d managed to get herself into.

She’d been too distracted when she’d left home to think about grabbing a real jacket, so she did her best to tuck her hands into the sleeves of her flannel. It had been her fathers and while it brought her some comfort it did little against the cold, worn thin by years of use.

“I’m going to die out here,” she said to the wind. It was an exaggeration and she knew it. Sooner or later she’d stumble upon an area of the wood that was familiar enough to take her to either Elsa’s cabin or her own home. The trouble was that nothing looked familiar without daylight to guide her and she’d somehow managed to lose the trail despite its usual well-trodden visible difference to the rest of the forest floor.

“Maybe,” she added to her audience of no one, “Maybe they were right about the family curse/”

She laughed to herself because it was easier than crying. She’d gotten out of worse scrapes than this, and if nothing else she figured frost bite would just be one more sad story to add to the Arendelle family tragedy series. It would be right up there with family fortune stolen, grandfather gone stark raving mad, parents perished tragically in a maritime accident, and eldest daughter a recluse.

Then the basket slipped from her grasp and she could hear the snapping and crunching sound as the eggs cracked. At least, she thought, she’d only been cursed clumsy and dogged. She realized, perhaps a bit too late, as she stooped to pick up her basket, that her curse might run deeper than just that. The cracking sound, she now grasped, was not actually from the eggs. Eggs cracked and then the sound stopped, but the crunching was still coming, and from the wrong direction.

With basket in hand she stood and turned to glance behind and found that she was not quite so alone as she thought.  She had company, company with gnashing teeth.

It was a beast, long shaggy fur and claws and teeth made it quite clear to her in the moonlight, but more than that it was massive and almost like a man in stature. It stood on two legs and looked upon her with a sudden odd, almost human understanding in its eye. Horrified, Anna didn’t stay to see what it meant, what it might men for her.

She gripped her basket for dear life and took off running, hoping and praying that whatever she’d just seen wasn’t going to give chase.

She didn’t see the drop until it was too late, until she was tumbling down it like a rag doll. Her basket of broken eggs and destroyed milk bottles was lost by the time she felt her head strike something solid, and the world around her faded to black.

***

She was warm. She had been so cold, she was sure of it, or at least she was as sure of it as she was sure of anything. Her eyelids fluttered open and she wasn’t sure of where she was, but some small part of her was simply please to not be freezing half to death any longer. She tried to shift, to move enough that she could see more than the wooden ceiling above her. This proved quickly to be a mistake, as when she shifted a jolt of pain shot from her right ankle up to her hip.

She yelped when the pain hit. It was unexpected and damning. She really had been in the woods then, she’d seen something monstrous and had taken a massive fall. She recalled it clearly but had been hoping that it had been a nightmare.

“You’re awake,” a gruff voice noted. Its source, nearby, was unseen and unfamiliar as the ceiling above her.

Anna froze. She still didn’t know where she was or how she’d survived the fall, let along what had happened to the creature she’d seen before falling.

Optimistically, she thought that maybe the creature had simply become bored by her and had run off, the voice that had spoken, in this particularly fantasy, belonged to a kindly hunter or forest ranger or someone who had stumbled across her and brought her to safety. Maybe a woodcutter? Optimistic as she was trying to be, it seemed a stretch.

Nothing so lucky ever happened to her.

“Am I dead?” she asked, knowing that she wasn’t of course, but also imagining that she should be after what she went through.

Her host seemed to share the opinion.

“You should be. Why would you be out in the forest at night without a jacket?”

He sounded a bit annoyed and the made her flush a bit. She wasn’t used to being judged based on her choice of outerwear of all things.

Knowing better than to try to move her body, which now radiated the tell-tale soreness that she associated with a deep bruise, she turned her head to get the best possible look at the man in the room with her. Even that much motion was protested by her muscles. Her head hurt and despite now feeling fully awake, everything was still a bit fuzzy around the edges.

He was facing away from her in the large room. She was in a cabin if all the wood was anything to go by. Wooden ceiling, log walls, what she could assume was a wooden floor that she couldn’t actually see. It all added up. Furniture in the space was sparse. She was on a bed, he sat at a table. There was a chest of drawers and some cabinets and counter space, a sink, a stove, a bookcase, and little else. She built the catalog in her head, simply to help herself process that she wasn’t in unfamiliar territory.

He was the most interesting thing in the room and between her head swimming and his being turned away from her, that was saying something.

He dwarfed the chair he was sitting in, a hulking figure with broad shoulders and a mess of blonde hair that was being illuminated by the sunlight from the window above the sink.

Anna felt small in comparison. For a moment she allowed herself to be logically concerned about such a fact. He was large and seemingly quite capable to d anything that so pleased him. She was slight and clearly a fair bit banged up if her whole body and more than likely sprained ankle were any indication.

She took some small comfort in the fact that he could have axe murdered her while she slept if he’d wanted to. She told herself that the fact that she was still breathing and wasn’t chained to a radiator or something probably meant that he didn’t mean her any harm.

“I hadn’t realized my fashion choices were going to be criticized,” she retorted, never knowing whether she should speak her mind with people or not was one of her many odd talents. Almost dying in the woods was another if her current condition was any indication.

He laughed.

She thought that with a bit less of an uncomfortable situation, she might have liked the sound. It might have also helped his case if he hadn’t been laughing at her instead of with her.

“Next time I find a girl at the bottom of a drop off in a flannel in 30-degree weather, I’ll be sure to leave her there. I’d hardly want to ruin good fashion.”

She tried to let out a sarcastic laugh in return, but it made her ribs ache. He seemed at least somewhat gruff to her and she didn’t like the idea of letting him have that teasing over her without a fight. She was glad to not be dead, but she wasn’t going to take his chiding laying down. Well, at least not in a figurative sense.

The laugh fell flat even as she tried to press it out against the pain. It hurt to make the attempt.

He stood from the table then and though she still couldn’t really get a good look at him it reinforced her estimation of his size. He was tall and broad and generally built like a man who worked physically and did so often.

“What were you doing out there anyway?” he asked, still not facing her but instead busying himself with something on the stove.

She huffed out a sigh. She supposed there really was no harm in telling him. He had saved her from freezing to death and after all if he’d wanted to do anything to her, he could have done it already.

“My sister recently moved into a cabin out there and I was bringing her some fresh food. I got a late start and got lost. She’s probably worried sick about me right now.”

She added the last part because it was true, and because she figured it wouldn’t hurt to make sure he knew that someone would indeed go looking for her. While she’d mostly ruled out the possibility that her host was some kind of murderer or sex pervert, she figured that it would be enough to stave off any other potential deviancy she was able to think up.

“Yeah?” he asked sounding interested, “I think you lost whatever you were bringing her when you fell, but I could go and tell her you’re alive at least.”

He was dishing out two bowls of whatever was on the stove and it smelled heavenly. Her stomach growled against her will and she wondered how long she’d been out for. She considered his words for a moment and frowned.

“I’ll just head that way myself and let her know,” she said, “If you could just direct me to the North Mountain trail I’ll…”

He laughed at her.

Anna gritted her teeth in annoyance but found that it just made her headache worse.

He stopped laughing anyway and to Anna’s great surprise he actually apologized.

“Sorry… I uh…” he paused, “You’re pretty banged up and I guess you wouldn’t know, but we got the first snow of the season while you were out so you’re not going anywhere. I didn’t bring you here to let you head back out and die of exposure or of another fall or something. My Ma would kill me if I let that happen.”

Anna relaxed a bit at that. Any man who still feared his mother, regardless of his hulking stature, was probably safe enough. Though she did have a history of bad judgement calls.

He picked up the bowls and turned her way. She couldn’t really see him well still, but she could keep her head clear enough to say. “And as much as I appreciate that and everything, I need to tell my sister I’m okay and look, between you and me, you probably don’t want me to stick around too much longer. I’m cursed.”

He’d come close enough now that she could start to make out his features. He had an unintimidating look about him despite being built like a brick shithouse. His brow was strong, and his nose was large, but it wasn’t at all unattractive. As he approached, she could start to tell that he was smiling.

“Is that so?” he asked, clearly holding back a laugh.

For a second, she was confused. She didn’t really think that it was that funny, even if he didn’t believe her.

Then her breath caught in her throat because her eyes caught his and she found them familiar in the most heart stopping way possible.

Of course, he’d laugh about her being cursed. He was the creature.

[kristannarubbish]

learn to do it (chapter two)

aka “princess diaries but make it norway + kristanna”

rating: T for language

word count: 2.6k

pairing: kristanna (always!)

part 2/10ish

“Anna!” Olaf burst into the room, looking very disheveled, “Get up! Get up! You’re going to be late.” He shook her body and ripped the bed covers off.

“Olaf stop that isn’t funny!” Anna’s morning voice cracked as her bleary eyes slowly blinked open, “Didn’t I say 7?” She took a quick glance at the clock, then did a double take. 8:30. 

“Holy fuck!” The redhead jumped out of bed and immediately ran towards her small closet, “Shit, shit, shit, shit!”

“Anna I’m so sorry!” Olaf exclaimed as he grabbed the dress she picked out while they were wine tipsy last night.

“Thanks, and I don’t... have time... to be... upset!” Anna stammered as she ripped her big t-shirt off. After getting tangled in it, Olaf steadied her and handed her the dress.

“I must have overslept because I thought you getting a letter from the queen of Arendelle was a fever dream. Usually my body clock is better than this, you know that. It must have been the win-” 

“Olaf it’s fine! Just please help me! How am I supposed to get to Midtown in 20 minutes?”

“Anna, just breathe. I... don’t think that it’s humanly possible. You’ll only be a little late.”

“I can’t be late to a meeting with a queen of a country I haven’t even heard of!”

“Anna, you’ve never heard of Arendelle? Like ever? Did you take world history?”

“Of course I did, but I guess I just don’t remember it coming up? I’m not a royal follower like you. If they aren’t my ruler, it’s not exactly my top priority!”

Anna was getting a little aggressive, but Olaf understood given the circumstances, that were, to a degree, his fault. “Okay maybe I do follow fancy Europeans a little closely, but here’s a crash course. Arendelle is the country next to Sweden. It’s small, but has a bit of political leeway. Their reigning monarch is Queen Sonja, who was married to King Runeard, but he died a few years back I think... I can’t remember.”

“Okay, thank you so much Olaf, but I have to go,” Anna said as she finished sliding on her black low pumps to match the neckline of her emerald dress. 

“Heels, Anna? Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Olaf cocked an eyebrow at her.

“It’s going to make up for the lack of effort I put in up here,” Anna motioned to her face. She hurried over to the door and grabbed her things.

“Alright,” Olaf followed her over to the door, “fill me in when you get home, yeah?”

“Yup, bye! Love you! Thank you!” Anna called as she raced down the stairs of their walk up. 

“Tell the queen I said hi!” Olaf shouted down the stairs, laughing to himself.

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Anna bolted to the nearest subway station where the R stopped, the train that would get her to Midtown the fastest. On her way, just as Olaf had silently warned, Anna tripped on a break in the sidewalk, skinning both her knees. 

“Great. Just peachy,” Anna muttered to herself. She let herself sit for a second and catch her breath after she realized there was nothing she could do about her bloody knees. After a deep sigh, she picked herself back up and pressed on to the subway station.

The R train was delayed. So here Anna was, sitting in a humid subway station biting her nails until they were nubs, with now frizzing hair and two bloody knees. Bet the queen would love to see this. Then it really hit Anna, for the first time, that she was going to meet a queen for God knows what reason, looking absolutely ridiculous.

What could she possibly want with me? What is she going to think of how messy I look? How does she even know I exist? Why does she want me? I am just another lousy American, right? Isn’t that what foreigners think of Americans? She’s probably different though. Am I even listening to myself think right now? We’re talking about the queen of an entire country. I sound so arrogant. 

Interrupting her obsessive thoughts, the R train finally pulled into the station. Anna sighed a long breath of relief, until she saw how crowded it was and of course everyone waiting at her station was getting on only this train. Nevertheless, she squeezed herself into the sardine packed train. Great, she was going to meet a queen smelling like B.O. and weed, while looking like something out of Rocky Horror.

*********************

There was a round of steady knocks on their apartment door. Olaf looked up from his phone, confused. He stood up slowly to go answer. He checked the peephole, and it was the same guy who had hand delivered the letter for Anna yesterday. Olaf opened the door.

“I’m here for Anna Andersen,” the tall man spoke down to Olaf.

“She’s not here. She just ran down to the subw- Oh,” Olaf mouth shut tight in realization.

“She took the subway?” The man’s eyebrow arched under his black sunglasses.

“Yeah, she didn’t know there would be a car, sorry about that.” 

“That’s fine, have a nice day Olaf,” the man turned to go and walked down the stairs quickly.

“You too,” Olaf called, then shut the door. “How did he know my name?”

*********************

Anna had finally reached the hotel in Midtown she guessed the Queen was staying in. Out of breath from running, she wanted to stop and catch it before meeting her, but she was 15 minutes late. 

Walking into the orante hotel lobby, Anna took in her golden surroundings. There were waiters waiting on people hand and foot, hell she thinks she even saw someone getting a foot massage! So this is how the other half lives. She was now aware that this is where the best of the best stayed. She was also aware that now, she stuck out like a sore thumb.

Stuck out enough apparently to quickly catch a man in black’s attention, he had an earpiece and everything. “Anna Andersen?” He said after approaching her.

“Is it that obvious?” Anna asked laughing lightly.

“Yes. Come with me,” he spoke sternly as they went through a door behind the front desk. Anna could feel cold stares even coming from the staff. She felt her cheeks warm with embarrassment, but then had a pit in her stomach that this reaction was going to pale in comparison to whatever monarch she was about to meet.

The man led to a secret elevator, which was somehow even more fancy than the lobby. There was a renaissance style painting of a girl in a field of flowers on the wall. It was small though, so Anna and the stranger were shoulder to shoulder. After a few moments of silence to the beginning of a long elevator ride to what she assumed was the top floor, Anna spoke.

“Can I know your name?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“It isn’t appropriate.”

“Well neither is you showing up at my apartment or following me home. That was you, right?” He did not respond as Anna inspected his face, “It was you!”

“You’re right, it was. But that was under her majesty’s orders.”

“Did she order you to not tell me your name?” Another silence from the stoic earpiece man. The elevator dinged and the door began to open.

“Mattias. My name is Mattias.”

“Nice to meet you Mattias,” Anna beamed, feeling strangely a tad more comfortable now that she knew one fact about the entire situation.

Anna turned to step out of the elevator and her mouth immediately dropped into an ‘o’ shape. This might be the most beautiful room she had ever seen in her life. There were carved columns that reached all the way up to the high painted ceiling that was illuminated by a skylight. The floor was marble and all the furniture looked too fancy to sit on. 

“Right in here Ms. Anderson,” Mattias called from a few feet away, holding onto the golden handle of a large door. 

When the door opened it was another room filled with paintings Anna was sure was worth more than the Manhattan itself. The light was so bright squinting was her only option. The sound of her own TJMaxx heels clicking on the marble floor was the only thing keeping Anna grounded in reality.

“You can sit in here and help yourself to some tea while you await her majesty, Ms. Anderson,” a nice lady in a maid’s outfit startled her.

“Oh, okay, thank you,” Anna said wearily as she sat herself down on a plush pink velvet chair by a large window. 

Maybe I’m not late. She thought as she poured some tea, which she honestly needed. I’m probably still early by Queen's standards. But seriously, if this is some sort of subconscious ploy by my brain to get me out of a coma, please wake me up now. 

“Excuse me?” An unfamiliar voice asked from behind. Appartently the redhead had been speaking aloud.

Anna startled and saw a poised looking woman with medium blonde hair, pale skin and sterling blue eyes. She was definitely older, but had an elegant air to her. The woman was wearing a pastel violet dress and a glittering crystal crown. 

“Oh! Uhm, hi. I’m Anna.” The redhead spoke as she set down her all too fancy tea cup.

The royal looked Anna up and down quizzically. “Anna Anderson?”

“Yup…” there was a beat of uncomfortable silence between the two, “that’s me.”

“I was expecting you would at least know that you do not sit in a queen’s presence without her permission.”

“Oh, sh...oot. I’m so so sorry.” Anna corrected and quickly stood up, with a sloppy attempt at a bow. There was another beat of thick, heavy silence between the two strangers.

The queen rolled her eyes slightly, “You can sit down.” 

Anna sat down quickly, starting to sweat just a little. This time it wasn’t from the sticky subway. Not knowing what to do with herself, she took another sip of tea. Her leg bounced as she awaited anxiously for one of them to say something.

“You’re probably wondering why I asked you to be here this morning,” the queen said stoically. 

Anna nodded slowly up at her, covering her skinned knees with her hands. The royal poured herself some tea with a soft mhm. Straightening her back, which Anna was confused that it was already as straight as it could get, the elder spoke to her with a straight tone.

“Well, as I’m not quite sure you know, I am Queen Sonja of Arendelle.”

“I know who you are.”

“Never can be too sure,” the queen paused, to prepare herself for something and Anna was practically about to spaz at endless possibilities of what she might say. 

A million thoughts raced through Anna’s head. Am I going to be married to a prince, like Royal Love Island or something? Maybe she was the older woman I crashed into at work a couple weeks back. Did I accidentally commit a crime in her country by changing my VPN to watch Friends on Netflix? I wouldn’t have done it if Olaf didn’t like the Thanksgiving episodes so much.

“Anna, are you listening?” Queen Sonja commanded her sternly. Anna sat straight up alarmingly.

“Yes, I’m sorry your majesty.” Anna had been sure to google how to address a queen on the train ride over. The queen nodded, softening a bit, and began her story.

“My son, Agnarr, was the crown prince of Arendelle. He had a lovely wife, Iduna, who became the crown princess of Arendelle once they were married. After their daughters were born, they decided to move to New York City before my husband and I abdicated the throne. Oh, and they had two very lovely daughters, whom I loved endlessly.” Queen Sonja began to get misty eyed, but quickly composed herself.

“Are you okay?” Anna wasn’t quite sure what to do, but asking if she was alright seemed right.

“Yes I am. Thank you.” Another deep breath and the queen was headfirst back into the story. “They moved here to try and experience more of the world so they could rule well rounded. But, one day, on a drive upstate to their estate away from the city, they got into a terrible crash.”

“Oh, I am so sorry,” Anna said with a sullen voice.

“Thank you. But I’m afraid some wounds never fully heal. All of them died, but the youngest daughter. I still miss them every day.”

“Well where is the youngest daughter now?” The redheaded woman became entranced in this story, that seemed like it would become a lullaby with an ominous warning in it one day.

“There is no easy way to say this. But, I am only delaying it if I don’t. You aren’t just Anna Anderson of New York City. You’re Anna Charlotte Elizabeth Anderson, Crown Princess of Arendelle.”

The room was absolutely still, so silent if someone dropped a pin, they could hear it yards away. Anna had no clue how to react, so she just laughed hysterically.

“Okay, where are the cameras?” Anna laughed, “Is it in the teapot?” She picked up the floral china and inspected it.

“What do you mean? Put that down!”

Anna obliged, still laughing, “This is some sort of reality prank, right? Am I gonna win like 10,000 dollars or something?”

“Anna,” Queen Sonja said sternly, “this is not a joke, or some silly reality television show. This is real life.”

The silence returned, and Anna blinked quickly, to try and wake herself out of whatever fever dream she was living.

“You’re serious.”

“Completely, Anna.”

“But- what about my parents? Why do I still live here if I’m a royal?”

“Well, we wanted you to grow up here so you could be the well rounded ruler your parents wished to be. Your adoptive parents have known the whole time, and are friends of the royal family.”

Anna stayed silent and slumped in the fancy plush pink chair. She wished that the soft fabric would just absorb her and she would never have to deal with this strange newborn reality.

“Now, Anna. I know this all must be shocking, but we needed to tell you soon since you are the next in line for succession.”

Anna shot up from her state of loathing, “I can’t run a country! Don’t you see me? I have skinned knees from running late to a meeting with a queen!”

Queen Sonja smiled at her patiently, “That’s why I’m in the city, to teach you how to be a true royal, if you so choose.”

“I don’t have to?”

“Technically, no. It will just be the end of the Anderson line in Arendelle history which is- well I won’t tell you how I feel about that. Just please consider it Anna.”

The young woman nodded slowly, standing up, still in a state of shock. “I have to go. I’ll uhm, let you know your majesty.” 

Before the queen or Mattias could stop her, Anna was rushing out the golden doors and to the secret elevator. After pressing the down button as quickly as possible, the doors shut. When they opened again, Anna ran through the hotel lobby, all of the aristocrats staring at her. She didn’t care, she just needed to get out. 

After running outside, Anna’s pale back leaned against the cool granite of the building adjacent to the hotel where her life just changed forever. Finally letting go, she let hot tears run down her face in hard sobs. She slid down the wall and sat in the alley off the busy street. 

What the fuck am I supposed to do now?

[valiant-reindeer-queen]

When All Is Lost, Then All Is Found (Chapter 2)

Rating: K+ Words: 2,290 Pairing: Kristanna  Summary: Kristoff receives a head injury after coming home from ice harvesting and suffers from amnesia, leaving Anna to deal with the fear she never wanted to face. Anna learns to cope through yet another difficult circumstance, and Kristoff learns to see things through Anna’s eyes. Chapters: 1  2  3  4

Chapter Summary: A wind storm hits Arendelle and Anna anxiously waits for Kristoff to come home. She finds out why he was late in the hardest possible way.

Notes: So I was going to wait another week to post this chapter, but I figured, hey it’s New Year’s Day. Let’s kick off 2020 with some pain shall we? :)

What started out to be a nice day later on became an overcast day. Eventually dark clouds started to appear and the wind started to pick up. Anna exerted all of her energy taking care of the usual daily affairs. By end of day, the important matters had been taken care of. Now it was time for the less important, mundane things.

Anna had held up just fine thus far, but to plan for something simple like a ball that was a month away? She could barely manage to concentrate on her duties of importance! Normally Anna loved planning for balls, but knowing Kristoff should be home at any moment made planning for the ball a chore.

“What do you think, roast pork or smoked salmon?”

“Smoked salmon is fine.” Anna said as she looked down, playing with her glass of water that was almost empty.

“And what about the desserts? Krumkake or dark chocolate truffles?”

“If I may, I personally recommend the krumkake.” The young man interjected.

The other advisors looked to one another wide eyed. “Um, why don’t we see what the queen wants; Anna, what do you say, do you agree with, Siegfried?”

Anna looked up startled. “Huh? Uh, yes I do. Sounds great.” She said as she looked back down fiddling with her glass.

Everyone looked at each other confused as they turned their attention back to Anna. Except for Siegfried. He was new, he didn’t know about Anna’s obsession with chocolate yet.

Anna sensed everyone staring at her and looked up again. “What?” She said sincerely.

Kai could tell something was wrong. “Nothing your majesty.” He said as he cleared his throat. “Well, I think that should be all for tonight. After all, this engagement is nearly a month away. We can resume another night. Would that be alright with you, Queen Anna?”

“Oh yes!” Anna said a little too quickly. “I mean- yes, that would be fine.” She then stood up from her chair and bowed her head. “Thank you everyone.” She said as she left the room.

As Anna walked down the hallway to her bedroom, she could hear the wind pounding onto the windows. She looked out and it was pitch black; The only visible light she could see was coming from her own kingdom. Her expression grew more perturbed. 

Once she reached her bedroom, she opened the doors to find Olaf sitting on the floor reading a book.

“Olaf!” Anna said startled. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, hi Anna! I thought I’d keep you company until Kristoff got back. I figured once you were done with all your royal duties you’d come back in here. Pretty good assumption, right?”

“Um, yes.” Anna said with a light chuckle. “Great job, Olaf!” 

Anna made her way toward the window but decided to kneel down to Olaf’s level on the way. “Hey, thanks for keeping me company.” She said with a soft smile putting her hand on his shoulder.

Olaf smiled in return. “That’s what I’m here for.”

Anna smiled and rose from the floor; making her way toward the window. Her smile quickly disappeared as she stood in front of it. “How did the weather get this bad? It seemed like a normal day this morning.” Anna said unnerved.

“Well that’s Arendelle for you. Say Anna, have you ever read Jane Austin’s novel Pride & Prejudice?” Olaf asked.

“Uh, no Olaf. I haven’t gotten a chance to.” Anna said a bit distracted, continuing to fixate her attention out the window.

“Oh great! Let me tell you about it then. Okay, so the mom is trying to get at least one of her five daughters married to a rich guy to support the other girls because their property can only be passed down to another male heir, anyway she’s trying to-“ 

As Olaf babbled on, his voice started to become more and more faint to Anna as she zoned out into her own troublesome thoughts. 

10 minutes go by.

“And get this, her cousin wants to marry her!” Olaf shook his head laughing, “Gross huh? Well she thought so too because she turned him down flat!” He laughed again. “And then she-“

20 minutes go by.

“And this Wickham guy totally deceives her sister! He acts like he wants to marry her but he really doesn’t! And her sister completely falls for his act even though it’s so obvious! Can you believe that? Who does that!“

30 minutes go by.

“And his rich Aunt is like “No you can’t marry him!” and Elizabeth is all like “I wasn’t going to marry him!” even though she’s clearly in love with him at this point, and I’m just over here confused. Like why would she-“

“He should’ve been home by now.” Anna said not realizing Olaf was still talking.

“Kristoff? Oh Anna, he’s an expert! He’s lived out in the woods his entire life. A little storm like this is nothing to him!” Olaf said confidently.

“Just because you’re an expert at something doesn’t mean you’re certain to avoid accidents.” Anna said; her voice rising as it got a little shaky. She responded in a way that indicated she had given that response before.

Olaf was a bit taken aback by her response. He could see Anna was stressed, so he decided to get up and stand with her at the window.

Olaf looked up at her and then back out the window. “Does staring out the window help sate your rising anxieties over the fact that Kristoff isn’t home yet?” He questioned.

“What?” Anna said as she shook her head. “No, I just- maybe?” She huffed. “I don’t know! I’m just… scared.” She said finally.

Olaf thought for a moment. Maybe he could make her feel better.

“You don’t need to be scared, Anna.” He said looking up at her. “There’s probably some really good reasons why he’s not home yet. Okay, one, it’s really dark out there. He can probably hardly see anything even with his oil lamp, resulting in him taking longer.” He said with a warm tone, thinking he was comforting her.

Anna started breathing heavier.

“Or maybe because of the intense blustering wind his oil lamp blew out and he can’t see a thing, so it’s as if him and Sven are blind. That could be causing a delay.”

Again, Anna started breathing heavier.

“Or maybe an obstacle got in their way, like a tree!” Olaf pulled out a mini telescope out of nowhere and started looking out of it. One Anna gave him as a gift. “And it looks like the wind is blowing at a speed of, at or around 47 knots, enough to uproot an entire tree.”

Anna’s breathing grew even heavier. “I can’t take this anymore, I’m sending out a search party.” She said as she turned away instantly from the window and started putting on clothes appropriate for the weather.

“That works too.” Olaf said feeling only slightly defeated in his attempt. He continued to peer out the window.

“Olaf, you stay here and let me know if you see them, alright?” Anna said as she finished getting ready.

“Can do!” Olaf continued to stare out the window. Anna was just about to leave when Olaf gasped, “Anna! Come look quick! I see them!”

Anna couldn’t have gotten to the window quick enough as her eyes darted everywhere searching for them.

“See I told you, Anna! It was just a little delay. That’s all.”

Anna’s eyes finally locked onto them. Her face turned pale. She could see Sven limping and Kristoff draped over his back. “Oh no… no, no, no, no!” She fearfully exclaimed. Before Olaf knew it she was gone out of the room.

“Wow, first she’s antsy about him not being here and now she’s antsy over him being here?” Olaf shook his head chuckling as he took out his telescope again, peering through it; This time focusing on Kristoff and Sven. “Sometimes I don’t think I’ll ever understaaan- Ooh…” Olaf said as he lowered the telescope with his mouth agape.

Anna was panicking running as fast as she could, gathering everyone she could find. “Help! Please help me!” She shouted, as tears started to burst forth.

“Darling, what is it?”

“What’s going on?” 

“Is she okay?” They all inquired.

She could barely make an answer. “It’s Kristoff, he’s hurt!” Another stage of tears bubbled over as she began shaking profusely. “Please, please help me!” Is all she managed to get out before she turned and made her way out the doors and through the gates. Everyone followed after her faithfully.

Anna stumbled over to Kristoff and Sven. Sven appeared to be fine other than the limp. She could see that he looked very weak though. She put her hands around Sven’s face briefly and then went straight to Kristoff and scanned him up and down. She lightly put her hands around his face and finally saw the back of his head.

She gasped and backed away, her hands covering her mouth as she shook her head. She felt paralyzed in that moment. It felt as if her heart had stopped. She couldn’t even cry, she was in pure disbelief.

Everyone finally reached them. The men that followed Anna were already lifting Kristoff off of Sven. This snapped Anna out of her trance of shock.

“Please be careful with him, he’s bleeding! Get him a doctor immediately!” The tears came flowing through again. Anna started directing the others who were still there with her. “Get Sven a veterinarian as soon as you can, please!” 

Anna grabbed onto Sven’s face. “Thank you.” She said as she kissed his nose. “Thank you for bringing him home.”

Sven looked sadly into her eyes and then over to Kristoff’s direction. He cried out and was pulling against the direction that the servants were trying to take him. He was trying to get to Kristoff.

“Sweetie, sweetie! It’ll be okay. He’ll be okay, alright?” She said looking at Sven, petting his nose. He groaned sadly. “I know, it’s okay.” Anna said trying to sooth him.

“Come on, big guy.” One of the men said as they tugged on his reigns gently. He allowed the men and women to take him to his stable, but he kept turning his head back and crying out for Kristoff. 

Anna hurried back inside and got the attention of one of the women. “Please, send a note to my sister! Tell her to get here as soon as she possibly can.” She said with her breathing hitched.

“At once ma’am!” The moment the woman could, she began writing Elsa, explaining what had happened. Once she finished she allowed the wind spirit to take the note from there.

Anna caught up to the men carrying Kristoff into the room. Upon entering she cringed and could barely look as they set him down on the bed. The men and women were doing all they could until the doctor arrived. Anna was in a daze as she watched them dress his wound. The panic around her was faded. Her eyes were solely focused on Kristoff; wanting to make sure he was okay. 

“He’s got a pulse!” One of the men exclaimed.

Tears rolled down Anna’s face again. When one of the women trying to help noticed her standing in the distance, she moved out of the way so Anna could get closer to him. “Oh! Here, darling.” Anna immediately kneeled down next to his bedside and grabbed his hand. She gave his hand a gentle kiss as more tears flowed; Her hands were shaking holding his; she brought his hand to her forehead. “You’re going to be okay.” She said to Kristoff. “You’re going to be okay.” She repeated; this time to reassure herself.

A few minutes went by, and the doctor finally arrived. He was quick to take over. 

“How is his breathing, has it changed?” He said as he swiftly brought supplies out of his bag.

Anna was the first to answer. “No, it’s been the same.” She said with a raspy voice.

“Has he made any movements, any coughing?”

“No.”

He adjusted his pillows to elevate him slightly more. “Your majesty, would you mind waiting outside the room until I get him stable?”

“What? No! I need to be with him!”

“It shouldn’t take too long, dear. I’ll let you know right away when you can come back in. Okay?”

Anna looked away from the doctor and looked back to Kristoff. She squeezed his hand, giving it another kiss. “I’ll be back, sweetheart.” She said letting go of his hand. She arose slowly and stared at him, her expression full of concern. The doctor put his hand on her shoulder. “Come on, dear.” He said as he gently guided her away. Her eyes were still locked onto Kristoff as she took the first couple steps. She turned her head around once she heard the doors open. She walked out the room and turned back around to face the doctor. He could see how distressed she was. Her hands gripped at her upper arms as she looked down. 

“I’ll take care of him, Queen Anna.” 

She glanced back up at him. “I know.” She said shakily.

The doors closed and there was nothing but a chilling silence. Anna stood in front of the doors with an unfocused stare. It felt as if everything had come crashing down on her. She backed herself up against the door and lowered herself to the floor. As reality set in, she began sobbing. She brought her knees up and buried her head into them; wrapping her arms tightly around her legs. 

She desperately needed her sister right now.