Hello, boo back at it again! Sorry I'm always late and terrible at this whole thing, and that I'm probably not going to satisfy your huge hearts with this meager chapter – prepare, I have a plan for next one though! Bear with me friends.

52 minutes later, Kristoff paced back and forth across his small apartment for three minutes, contemplating whether or not it was actually worth it to help the girl unpack.

"Sven, help me out here buddy," he said and stopped pacing to squat down in front of the dog, holding his face barely an inch away from his own. "This is a life or death situation."

Sven looked straight into his soul with puppy dog eyes.

"Well if you wanted me to do it, you could have just said so," replied the human with a sigh. Kristoff got up and pat Sven on the head. "Sometimes I really hate you."

He slumped into his bedroom and picked out a blue long-sleeve shirt and grey sweatpants to wear, all while grumbling about having to help Anna.

I mean, I don't have to. This isn't a day off if I have to actually do something for someone. He looked over to his hound who ambled in after him, grinning goofily. "Don't give me that face. I don't have to go if I don't want to."

Sven bolted out of the room.

With another sigh, he pulled his shirt over his chest and headed to Anna's apartment. Standing in front of the door, he again had to make the decision if he should really do this. There's no point. He scratched the back of his neck and looked down at his feet, twisting his mouth up. It wouldn't hurt though…

And so he knocked.

…and knocked again.

And six times after that.

"Wooooooow," he said slowly, whistling low, "Good call, Sven."

Just as he turned curtly on his heels, he heard a creak behind him.

"Hi, sorry, sorry!" a voice came. "Just cleaning up a bit." Suddenly the door was swung wide open by Anna in a huge, bright pink sweater and leggings, arms spread in an inviting manner.

Kristoff turned back and rested his hands in the pockets of his pants awkwardly, his mouth a tight line. "Cool."

Silence.

"Am I allowed to come in, or…"

"Oh!" The girl's hands, still outstretched, rushed up to cradle her cheeks. "Right, sorry. Come on in."

Kristoff stepped in the doorway after her and looked around, closing the door behind him. He was expecting to see brown boxes and a messy floor, but the squalor of the room was much worse than he could have imagined. Boxes, both big and small, full and empty, were stacked on top of each other in every corner of the room, barely managing to balance. The floor was covered with plastic wrapping and tissue paper. In the dead center of the room was a huge couch with fancy details on it and fluffy pillows. Sitting before the couch was a glass coffee table and a flat screen TV, resting against the wall. To his right he saw the kitchen. He could barely see the counter due to all of the cups and mugs that covered it, all with different designs. At the far end of the room were two tall windows, identical to the ones in his own room. Except his windows had curtains.

…that were on properly.

"Well, this is the place!" she said with a smile, turning around to face Kristoff.

"You were cleaning before I came in?"

She deadpanned. "You're here to help, not insult."

"Right…" the man said, taking another step into the room. Looks like a tornado went through here like twelve times.

"Excuse me? What did I just say?" Anna asked, placing her hands on both of her hips. "If you didn't want to help, you didn't have to come."

"I was thinking that same thing," he mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing. You actually demanded I come here by saying, 'I expect to see you in an hour'," Kristoff said as if it was obvious. "So here I am."

"I never-" Anna began, squinting her eyes. Realization made its way over her features and she tutted, rolling her eyes and pointing to a stack of boxes behind her. "I need the one on the bottom, but I can't get to it without dropping anything on the top. Get moving."

Sass.

Kristoff made his way over to the boxes. On the top was a medium-sized one, which he could easily bring down. Following it were several small ones, which he handed to Anna beside him, who carefully placed them on the ground, patting them to make sure they were safe.

"Just how much stuff do you have?" he asked to fill the silence.

"I don't know," she replied in a small voice, looking down at the boxes by her feet.

"Mm."

Kristoff reached the bottom box without even breaking a sweat, and looked over at Anna. "Can I get something to open this?"

She nodded and walked over and picked up a box-cutter from the coffee table. She handed it to him and he proceeded to cut the tape on the box.

"Be careful, okay? It's stuffed, so don't cut anything with that thing." She cautioned. He looked up at her from his kneeling position by the box with an annoyed expression.

"I can cut a box just fine."

She rolled her eyes with a sigh, ran her hands over her messy bun, and walked over to the TV by the wall, gesturing to it. "They're cords. Don't cut them."

Kristoff sliced the tape on the box and noticed the bulge of it, indicating its very full capacity. Then he ran into something that was creating most of the bulge. It was surprisingly soft and the knife ran through it easily. When he was finished, he opened it up and revealed its contents.

Lying on the top was a stuffed doll donning a deep blue dress and blonde hair so pale, it was almost white.

Unfortunately the doll now had a clean cut through its stomach.

Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit….

"What?" Anna asked and walked back over to Kristoff. "You didn't cut it, did y-"

Kristoff dropped the knife and looked up at her, grabbing both pieces of the doll in his hands. "I didn't mean to! You didn't tell me there was gonna be a doll in here!"

Anna was quiet and her blue eyes went wide. She grabbed the doll from him and stared at it, her eyes getting glossy. "I didn't either," she mumbled.

"What?"

"Look what you did!" she yelled suddenly, fisting the remains of the doll. "You literally sliced it!"

"I didn't know!"

"I said be careful! Careful means careful! I don't care if you knew it was in there or not!"

"Yeah, well I would have been more careful if I knew something soft and.." he moved his hands together exasperatedly looking for the word, "cuttable would be in there!"

"CAREFUL MEANS CAREFUL!"

"You didn't tell me!"

"I didn't know it was there either!"

"It was ugly anyway and I did you a favor!" Kristoff yelled back loudly, standing up. He received no response and crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. Her face was downcast. "Oh, come on, get over yourself."

"Get out."

"What?"

Anna looked up; face red and eyes filling with tears. She stomped and pointed at the door. "I said, get out," she repeated with a heavy breath.

Kristoff just started at her in shock for a second. First she was yelling, and now she was about to cry, and he was actually feeling bad. He would never tell her that though, because it was her fault for not informing him just how careful he should have been.

"Fine. I'm leaving." He said curtly, walking swiftly to the door and slamming it behind him.

He chose to ignore the obvious sobs he heard when he closed his apartment door behind him.

Ehh? EEEEHHH? Kind of sudden and dramatic and this might be a decision I'm regretting but I hope you enjoy! Please tell me if this was like too cliché for you because it seems like it and I didn't want it to be