(A/N: Even with school badgering me down, I have decided to start another multi-chapter story. It will, once again, be a Kristelsa story. :D I'm really excited for this one, and I hope you guys are too.)

Edit: Forgot to mention that this is an AU! Thank you to Celestia's Paladin for reviewing and reminding me.

This is an AU – Elsa has no powers, she and Anna were never isolated, Elsa and Kristoff and Anna have been friends since childhood, and Olaf is…a pale white guy. :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen or anything affiliated with it. I only own my OC's. (Also, I don't own Selena Gomez or her song.)

Chapter 1: A New Friendship

It was a crisp, winter morning in the kingdom of Arendelle.

People were beginning to start their days, going about and greeting their neighbors. A friendly "hello" or "good morning" sufficed – both sayings were passed around on a typical morning like the one currently happening.

Overlooking the village was a grand castle, home to the most loved royal family Arendelle ever had. There was the king, of course. A handsome king he was, often times spotted with his arm extended to accompany another arm – the queen's arm.

A lovely brunette, she was of a fine figure, walking ever so gracefully next to the man she loved.

They had two children.

To be precise, they had two daughters – two beautiful daughters.

Elsa was the older of the pair – with long, platinum blonde hair held together by a braid and headband, often times wearing a navy blue dress coat, she was already quite beautiful for her age.

The younger princess, Anna, was incredibly different. Sporting strawberry blonde locks, Anna was often found in dirty, mud-splattered dresses and imperfect pigtail braids. While Elsa aimed to be a more collected royal, Anna acted as though she wanted, if anything, to be the exact opposite.

Elsa was known for her etiquette, which was impressive at such a young age. Anna…was not.

The younger girl was instead noted for her tendency to ask too many questions, or get herself too messy for the castle halls, or even to stick her tongue out at others whenever she pleased.

However, Anna had an incredible amount of determination. With a fire constantly burning in her eyes, she was always ready to take something on – a challenge, perhaps; or maybe an unheard danger. Although it could sometimes be terrifying and nightmare ensuing, Anna was willing to give anything a shot.

…This led to her jumping out of a tree on the same jolly, winter morning – a broken limb ensued.

Elsa spent the next couple hours at Anna's bedside, talking, laying in bed together, doing all things sisterly…but in the end, Anna wanted to rest.

"Go and play!" She spoke dramatically. "Go be free, Elsa! Go and smell the ros – mmmhmmm…"

She was snoring before the platinum blonde girl was out the door.

So, nine-year old Elsa went out in the courtyard alone.

It wasn't the first time she was out alone.

She went outside with Anna to play and have fun – but she liked being alone as well. It was a nice time to pace and think about, well, life – the past, the future, her lessons, her friends…

This day would be a little different, however.

Elsa was crouching down, smelling the flowers nearby the big fence when she heard a small voice nearby: "Quiet, Sven!"

Elsa, now curious, moved towards the noise, which was coming from behind the wall. She was ready to call out a "Who's there?" when a hand slipped over.

The words died in her throat, and Elsa scrambled back to hide behind a bush.

Slowly, a blonde-haired boy pulled himself over the barrier. Grinning triumphantly, he glanced back down. "Grab my hand, Sven – hmph!"

The young boy, surprisingly strong, was able to pull a small reindeer over the edge with him. Smiling jubilantly at the reindeer, he chuckled. "We made it."

Hopping down, they walked slowly around, admiring the palace garden. The boy whistled.

"It's huge!" he exclaimed. "And, it's empty."

"N-no, it's not."

The boy whirled around to see Elsa walking towards them cautiously. "Uh oh."

He raised his hands up immediately, a look of guilt crossing over his face. "I…I don't mean any harm!" He said quickly. "Gesturing to his reindeer, he threw a smile onto his face. "This is Sven," he went on. "He's my best friend ever – reindeer's are better than people, I like to say."

Elsa felt a smile tug at her lips, and she listened to him ramble on. "And I'm Kristoff!" he said, pointing to himself proudly.

Elsa smiled widely now, and she moved closer to the blonde-haired boy. "Aren't your parents worried about you?"

At this, Kristoff's smile fell. "I…well, I don't really have parents anymore. I did, a long time ago, but…"

"Oh," the princess said slowly. "O-oh, I'm sorry, Kristoff…"

However, the smile reappeared on the boy's face faster than Elsa expected. "That's okay! I mean, I've got friends like Sven, and…Sven…"

Elsa giggled and moved closer till the two were close together. "I can be your friend," she offered, smiling, and Kristoff beamed even more.

"I think Sven and I would like that," he stated happily, extending his hand for the other to shake.

"I'm Elsa," the princess told him, taking his hand in hers. They shook, and Kristoff didn't let go.

A slight blush passed over the girl's face, even though Kristoff seemed completely unnoticing. "Show me around! Please?" he asked her.

Elsa was surprised for a few moments – after all, she had just met the boy. And yet, he seemed so friendly, so happy, and so approachable. He seems like a wonderful friend to have, Elsa decided.

Kristoff proved to be just that – and many, many years later, Kristoff proved to be more than just a wonderful friend.

Twelve years later

The deaths of the king and the queen were devastating. Arendelle was still grieving, and they were without a ruler to lead them.

That would be changed in a week.

Dignitaries throughout the land have been called, invited to attend the coronation of Princess – no, Queen Elsa of Arendelle.

The princess's were not given enough time to grieve – in a week, everything was happening. In a week, everything was going to change.

The abrupt stress killed Elsa – world had barely gotten out of the ship, of the tragedy in the sea, taking the king and queen away from the world, and already she had so many things to do.

Anna was a huge help – they talked together, cried together, slept in the comfort of each other – but Kristoff was also there to help.

He held Elsa many times, and he let her cry into the fabric of his shirt, uttering smooth, comforting words. "It's going to be okay…it's going to be alright."

And while Elsa, deep down, knew that it wouldn't be okay without her loving parents, she knew that, listening to Kristoff's deep voice every night, she could imagine it would end up alright. The comfort of friends was what she needed at this time of her life, and Kristoff was there and ready for her.

Even when the disaster had faded into the past, even when the coronation was weeks, months, years prior, he would still be there and ready, perhaps balancing two glasses of juice in one hand and his lute in the other, ready to do whatever he could to comfort the queen.

His support was needed, and very desperately at this time – Elsa's life was about to change.

This was a little bit of an intro/flashback chapter – hopefully you can expect the real deal in the following chapters.