A/N: This will be a two part story. I will upload the other half in a few days! Also I am working on another chapter for The Aftermath, I'm just a bit stuck on how to move it along. But have no fear I haven't forgotten about it. Please let me know what you think about this fic, and any ways you think I could improve. I'm not too sure on my portrayal of Kristoff so yeah, friendly criticism is always welcome! Thanks xx

Anna hated being alone. After spending so many years locked away with only the pictures in the gallery to keep her company, she couldn't spend more that five conscious minutes without another soul to talk to. This proved to be a little draining on Kristoff. Although he adored her company and loved her conversation, he couldn't help but occasionally dream for a few hours of solitude. He had lived his whole life that way, however, unlike Anna, it had been by choice. On an afternoon when the castle seemed particularly stuffy and Anna equally as clingy he couldn't help but lose his temper. She was mid-babble talking at 100 miles per hour about something hilarious that Olaf had done that morning when he lost it.

"Anna, will you please just stop talking." he groused.

Shocked, she had teased him about waking up on the wrong side of the bed before faltering into an uneasy silence. They were sitting in the large dining room eating dinner at the time, and had Elsa been present, Kristoff was sure he would have been in trouble for causing her little sister to fight back tears. However as luck would have it, she was far too swamped with her 'Queenly' duties to join them. Despite his black mood, he felt awful for being the one to put such a forlorn look on her face. He tucked a lock of red hair behind her ear that had come lose from her braids and whispered, "Hey, sorry I'm so grumpy today, okay? Just tired I guess."

"That's okay." She gave him a watery smile and he leaned down to brush a kiss on her lips. Shortly after this exchange, both parted ways to their separate beds.

Kristoff's mood only darkened as he lay down on his too soft mattress and too silky bed sheets. Due to a decline in demand for ice in the cooler autumn months, he hadn't been on a trek to the North Mountain for a few weeks and missed the cold hard ground beneath him. Getting up to lock the door, he grabbed the scratchiest blanket from the wardrobe and curled up on the flagstone floor.

In the morning, Anna sprinted through the halls towards Kristoff's room. She had noticed how obviously uncomfortable he was in the castle and had spend all night coming up with a solution After a little help from Elsa and Sven, she had finally created something she knew Kristoff would really appreciate. Having a magic sister is quite convenient at times. she thought to herself as she crashed into a suit of armor. Picking herself up and dusting off her dress she continued, ever so slightly more cautiously to the wing in which his room was situated, her thoughts on the totally brilliant surprise. She chuckled, picturing the look on his face when she revealed it, and sliding to a halt at his door, made to open it.

It was locked.

That was strange. Kristoff never locked his door. It had become routine for her to burst in and announce the day's plans. Worried slightly, she knocked softly and called, "Kristoff! Are you awake? I have something to-"

"Not now, Anna. Is it too much to ask for some time to myself every once in a while!? Go and ask Elsa to make a leaf pile with you."

Kristoff was still sprawled on the cold floor, enjoying this rare moment of solitude to wallow in his own thoughts as he so often did beneath the stars while camping in the forest with Sven and was angered by the interruption. After a moments silence, just as Kristoff began to think she had indeed done as he had asked, she piped up again.

"That wasn't what I was going to say. Kristoff I have a surprise for you!"

Kristoff sighed. All he wanted was a day to himself.

"Go away, Anna!"

He heard her gasp and choke on a sob before the sound of footsteps retreated down the corridor.