Welp, we all NEED to write a Kristoff proposes thing some time or another, amirite? :3

I read a one-shot by Batman1809 and really felt he had something going there...so I gave it a shot as well.

I do not own Frozen.

"Okay, this is ridiculous. You're a mountain man, for Odin's sake! You've done waay more difficult things before…" Kristoff sighed as he walked up the stairs, alone. "And it's not like Elsa will freeze you were you stand, even though she did joke about doing exactly that after we met… But that was before you two knew each other. You've established a friendship; she's practically already your sister...This will only make it official."

He stopped trying to give himself a pep talk when a servant passed by him going down the stairs he was ascending. Some of them already thought he was crazy speaking for a reindeer, he didn't want to add more fuel to that fire by speaking to himself.

He walked down the hall towards her study with determined strides. He'd have to ask Elsa today. Anna had taken her horse, Kjekk, for a much needed ride and some attention after a few weeks' neglect. It wasn't her fault. The Princess had just been very busy having taken on more responsibility to lessen the burden Elsa was under as Queen.

It's been two years since the Thaw and Kristoff had never been more sure about anything in his life. He loved Anna. And he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Despite all the physical torture he would have to endure in becoming a 'royal', he'd climb mountains for his Feisty Pants. Literally and figuratively. He'd already learnt how to dance, thanks to Elsa, and eat with some noble air, thanks to the duchess of Throndheim. Those were mountains of their own calibre already. He knew there was still a lot more to learn, but he was willing to endure any and everything if it meant that he could have her as his wife.

A chilly breeze swept through the hall he was walking in making him stop in his tracks. It was Summer. So there was only one thing that could cause a breeze laced with Winter. And that one thing burst out from her study and turned towards the mountain man in the hallway. She was livid, that much Kristoff could tell, even from all the way down the hall.

Maybe now isn't such a good time to talk to her…

Kristoff pivoted on his toes and all but ran from the hallway, away from the wrath of the Snow Queen. He pitied the poor sap who had invoked her icy ire.

Two weeks.

He's been trying to speak with Elsa for two whole weeks after her icy outburst. It turns out that Weasel Town hadn't taken 'no' for an answer to their 'request 'of reopening trade. Again. Kristoff had to credit the guy for his knack of persistence even when it went over the brink of stupidity. The Duke would have more luck hacking away at the North Mountain with a toothpick.

Anna had returned from her ride just in time to stop Elsa from boarding a ship and freezing the Duke to the righteous pedestal he had placed himself on.

"The nerve of that vertically challenged, imbecilic, egotistic, son of a fishmonger…" Elsa had rambled on in many other more colourful adjectives to describe the Duke that day.

Kristoff and Anna had had to fight to keep their amusement at the situation at bay, lest the Queen decided to bury them under snow. Luckily, she hadn't. Elsa was anything but unreasonable. She calmed down fairly quickly, but only after erecting a few ice statues of the Weasel and shattering them into millions of pieces.

He tried to speak with the Queen again after that incident but, whenever she was alone she was either exhausted or very busy in her study. When she wasn't busy, Anna was always with her. Al-freakin'-ways. Moss spent less time clinging to a trolls back than the two sisters! Given, they've been apart for thirteen years, but jeeze! All Kristoff wanted was a half hour. Not even. He needed Elsa to be alone if he was going to be able to ask her the question that will change his and Anna's lives forever. He needed to ask for her hand in marriage, like he needed air to breathe.

And sooner will be much better than later.

The ring he had was starting to burn a hole in his pocket. If he didn't ask Elsa today he was sure he would spontaneously combust. A sudden stroke of genius had him seek out the Queen's steward instead. Kai knew and was in charge of the Queen's schedule so he would be able to help him see her. If it meant making an appointment to do so, the so be it.

Promptly at four in the afternoon later that day, Kristoff stood before her study. Kai, Odin bless him! had been able to tweak her schedule to allow him an appointment before her day would end. He took a deep breath and knocked on her door. No hesitating this time.

"Enter." The Queen called regally.

Kristoff swallowed and did as was told.

"Kristoff," Elsa's face lit up, surprised but delighted to see him, "You made an appointment to see me? Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, no everything's fine." He said as he closed the door behind him, "This was the only way I could get you alone…"

She cocked an eyebrow.

"Without Anna with you, that is." He added, rubbing his neck and looking everywhere but at the Queen. "I need to ask you something. I've wanted to ask you for two weeks now, but something always either interrupted, or happened, or Anna was with you, or you'd be too tired." He failed to notice her smile forming and a knowing twinkle start to shine in her eyes. "So, after I tried everything, I got the idea to ask Kai if he could help and then this happened…

"Your Majesty," he said, suddenly serious. Elsa dropped her smile immediately and adopted her regal mask in response to his formal tone. He looked at her with steel of determination and stood straighter. The feeling of the ring through his pant pocket gave him the courage he needed. "I would like your blessing for Princess Anna's hand in marriage."

He stood his ground as the silence stretched out between them. The Queen, after what seemed like an eternity to the mountain man, finally stood from her desk. Kristoff swallowed his building nerves at her emotionless mask.

"Master Bjorgman." Her tone was clipped and formal, "Are you prepared to do whatever it takes to –"

"Make myself worthy?" he interrupted her sentence, fists clenched in resolve. "I am."

"No, Kristoff." Elsa's voice softened. She stepped out from behind her desk. "You're already worthy. You've been from day one."

Kristoff blinked, taken aback by her honest intensity. Anna had told him many times that he was worthy, even some of the nobility had warmed up to him. But, he'd never heard it from Elsa before. She had been friendly enough and taught him many things during the past two years, but he'd always felt that she needed further convincing.

He had never felt so happy about being wrong before.

"Thanks." He felt himself relax. "You have no idea what that means to me."

She smiled, a rare loving smile she only reserved for her sister. "What I was going to say," she continued, having dropped her royal persona completely, "was: are you ready to do whatever it takes to face a whole mess of ugly that will come your way?"

"What do you mean?" he shoved his hand into the pocket with the ring in it.

She sighed, "The duchess of Throndheim had done her best to paint you in a good light since the dinner last month, and many have accepted you as Anna's beau before that, but they secretly hope that your relationship will fall through…" Her expression was pained for a split second before it hardened. She looked him square in the eye. "This isn't going to be easy, Kristoff. When word of your engagement spreads there will be –" she sighed, shaking her head, "It doesn't matter. I'll take care of them. I will not allow them to interfere with what you two have. Anna loves you and you love her and that's all that matters."

"What can I do to help?"

Elsa thought a while, pacing as she did so, "We could always – no, that won't work. How about –?" she shook her head, "What if…" she stopped, mulling her idea over. "What if…" she turned to him, hopeful, "What if I made you a lord?"

Kristoff sighed audibly, shoulders slumping. "Gjude – I mean the duchess warned me this might happen…"

"She did?"

"Yeah," he scratched the back of his neck, "I've been preparing myself –"

Elsa blinked, "You have?"

"Yeah, like she advised, but it's still a shock that I'm going to become a lord…That is, if Anna says yes."

"Of course she'll say yes!" she scoffed in a very unqueenly manner, "Why wouldn't she?"

"I-I'm just nervous." He plopped on the seat before Elsa's desk, holding his head in his hand, "I tried being 'noble' at the dinner the other night…I was almost overwhelmed. If it wasn't for Gjude's guidance…"

"Anna should really have planned that better and prepared you at least a week before the dinner." Elsa came over and placed a hand on his shoulder, "But you don't have to worry overtly much. I'll train you in the ways of nobility and how to be a lord. I think I'll even ask lord Vans and the duchess to join us in preparing for it."

"Yeah…that sounds like a plan." He sat up straighter, fingering the ring in his pocket. "Can I ask you another question?"

"Sure." She moved to stand before him, leaning back against her desk. She already considered him family, might as well get comfortable around him.

"What do you think of the ring I'm gonna give her?" he asked taking said ring out for the Queen's scrutiny.

Elsa took the ring from his fingers, bringing it closer to study. It was made from two thin silver bands that were held together by a fine golden vine-like decoration that twirled around them. The oval emerald was held in place by the same thin vine that criss-crossed its edges, softening the big jewel into a smaller size barely as big as her pinkie. It was elegant, charming, and very Anna-like.

"It's beautiful, Kristoff." Elsa breathed, studying the finer detail. Parts of the vine even had a few leaves scattered about it. "It's perfect."

"Thanks…" he deflated in relief, "I worked really hard on it."

"You made this?" her jaw dropped. She couldn't help but study it again. What she thought to be an emerald was in fact a crystal. One of the trolls' crystals, if she was correct. "Is this…?"

"Yeah," he smiled, fond. "It's a gift from my family. I used a piece from the crystal I'm planning on giving to her on our wedding day. It's kind of like a troll tradition thing."

"It's incredible." She looked up at him, a sly smirk pulling her lips, "So this is why you were so busy last Winter."

"Yeah…" he rubbed his neck. "So you think she'll like it?"

"She'll love it." She gave the ring back to him, "When are you planning on asking her?"

"When are you planning on making me a lord?"

"After you propose." Elsa nodded, agreeing with her statement. "Anna will suspect if it's done sooner."

"Okaaay…" He leaned back in his chair and cast his eyes out the window, thinking. "Just to make sure," he looked at her, "I have your blessing, right?"

"Yes," she giggled, "you do."

"Great!" he jumped up and placed his hands on his hips, "I think…I'll do it before this week's end. I still have to plan a few things…I was thinking of taking her on an 'ice harvesting trip'," he air quoted, "there's this glen with a beautiful view of Arendelle, that's not too far out to ride."

"Do you need any help?"

"Could you distract her for the remainder of the week? It's just three more days, but she usually doesn't leave me alone before I have to leave on a trip."

"Consider it done." She beamed at him, happy, so, so very happy for him and her sister. "Welcome to the family Kristoff." She stepped towards him and opened her arms.

He grinned down at her and engulfed her in the biggest hug she had ever experienced. Her surprised squeak soon turned into fond giggles as she hugged her soon to be brother-in-law.

The next three days were a flurry of activity and nerves from both Kristoff and Elsa.

Elsa had kept Anna busy as best she could the first day, but her sister had a tendency to get bored very easily. She couldn't just leave the kingdom to run itself for three whole days, even if she reeeealy wanted to. And thus, Olaf was recruited. Elsa didn't tell him why, because the snowman could keep a secret as well as he could resist melting without his flurry. She just told him to keep her busy with everything and anything he could think of.

She didn't know what Olaf did, but whenever Elsa could step away from her work to take a little break, she found her sister engrossed with whatever Olaf had her doing and then sound asleep, exhausted by the end of the day.

By the second day, Olaf had trouble keeping Anna with him. The redhead had realised that she hadn't seen Kristoff at all the previous day, and he only had two more days left before he had to go ice harvesting. Elsa was forced to leave her desk and play with her sister in the snow she created. At first, Elsa had pranked Anna to distract her. But, as things usually tend to happen, that soon escalated into a full blown snowball war in the ball room that lasted most of the day. Kristoff sent a note explaining that he couldn't join them for dinner. There was an 'emergency' with his family that evening; he planned on staying the night by the trolls. Needless to say, Anna had been grumpy the rest of the evening.

The third day, the day of the planned but still unsuspecting proposal, found Anna sad and irritable. If Kristoff didn't come back today, she wouldn't see him for a whole month or so. He'd be in the mountains for two weeks and spend the last two weeks running the Ice Harvester's guild. Selling, haggling, and keeping his fellow harvesters happy. It was very busying work. He was Arendelle's Ice Master and deliverer, Anna understood this. That didn't mean she was happy about the whole situation...

Kristoff arrived back later that afternoon, a few hours past noon.

He had been a nervous wreck the past three days, having spent them fretting over how to make the proposal as romantic as physically possible. The first day her had paced the length of his cabin in town figuring out what he was going to do. He wanted and even started planning on building an arch thing and decorate it with flowers, he started entertaining the idea of plucking millions of roses and arranging their pedals on the ground where he'd propose. But it all felt so fake. So unlike him. After a whole day of futile planning and scrapping of plans only to begin planning something else, he had fled to his family for help the evening of the second day, feigning an 'emergency'. They were the love experts after all. He knew they would be able to help.

When Bulda, his adoptive mother, had told him to keep it simple, he smacked himself on the forehead so hard it had left a red hand print. He would've gone back early the next morning and propose at breakfast if his mother didn't grab his ear and advised him on keeping it simple and romantic.

A picnic at sunset, she had said.

So, he dropped his 'ice harvesting' excuse to get her to go with him to the glen. Instead, he snuck back to Arendelle castle just after noon, organised a basket to be prepared for the late afternoon, and went to his cabin in town to wait for time to move faster than the Earth could turn.

When the time had finally come, he found Anna lying on the floor in the portrait gallery, staring at the painting of Joan of Arc.

"Hey Feisty Pants."

Her head whipped towards him before she sat up. "Don't you 'Hey Feisty Pants' me!" she scrambled to her feet, and he took an involuntary step back at her fire.

"Where have you been?" she stomped towards him, "You're leaving for harvesting tomorrow, Kristoff! We're supposed to spend as much time together as possible. Now I won't really see you for like, ever after today."

"I'm sorry, Anna…" his face fell.

This isn't what he planned on having happened; he thought Elsa would keep her busy. But she is a Queen, he can't expect her to drop everything and help him. Though he still wishes she had.

"I've been busy with Olaf and Elsa these past two days," she said looking up at him with sad and angry eyes. "and I really enjoyed being with them, but now Elsa needs to catch up on her work and Olaf is – Odin knows where. I just wanted to be with you too…"

So Elsa had helped. He'd have to figure out how to thank her properly. Later. Now he had a distraught redhead to cheer up.

"I'm sorry…" he said again, stepping closer to her, "Let me make it up to you."

"How? The day is almost over."

"It's not over yet." He grinned at her, heart already hammering in his chest. "Come with me."

"Hey!" Kristoff yelled, leaning low on Sven's back as he raced Anna to the glen. "Only I know where we have to go!"

"If you weren't so slow!" she called over her shoulder whilst nudging her horse to go faster. "Then this wouldn't be a problem!"

"Come on Sven!" he urged, not that he needed to. Anna had insulted Sven's speed; she will have to pay dearly.

The reindeer shot forwards with newfound determination, passing a surprised redhead whose twin braids trailed behind her like red streamers. She grinned and urged Kjekk even faster, now neck on neck with her boyfriend.

"That all ya got?!" she shouted over the wind whistling past her ears.

He grinned, that lopsided grin that made her heart flutter and – slowed down?

"Whoa, Kjekk." She slowed him to a canter, then a trot, and then stopped completely. "What are you –? Oh," she looked at their surroundings and frowned "is this the place?"

"Almost." He answered, dismounting Sven. "Good job, bud."

"What are you congratulating him for?" She walked Kjekk towards her mountain man. "I'm the one who won."

"Sure, ya are Feisty Pants." he said while she dismounted.

As soon as she was close enough, she smacked him on his shoulder playfully, "No one likes a sore loser."

"We can leave Kjekk and Sven here," he said, ignoring her jibe. He unhooked the duffel bag froms Sven's saddle. There's enough grass and a stream nearby to keep them occupied." He swung the bag over his shoulder, "No wolves this close to the town either."

"Okay," she tied her horses' reins to his bridle. That way they won't get caught on the brush or be too tight for him to bend down and eat. "We'll be back soon, Kjekk. See ya, Sven."

Kristoff held his hand out for her. She took it automatically, weaving her fingers with his and followed him through the path in a small part of the forest.

"We are we going?" she asked, looking around in wonder. The trees where so close together that they created a type of canopy above them. The forest was alive with the crunching of their boots and chirps of insects and birds alike. "Are we gonna picnic somewhere?"

"Yup." He said when they broke through the brush.

Anna gasped.

Before them stood a soft grassy mound with a beautiful blue backdrop decorated by swirling white clouds that melted into the white peaked mountains where Arendelle sat nestled in its arms.

"Oh, Kristoff…it's beautiful."

"None of this can hold a candle to you, Anna." Kristoff grinned and tugged her up the gentle slope. He can't recall when he had actually become so sappy; he just knew that Anna had made him so. And he couldn't care less.

The couple set up the picnic, blanket and all and made themselves comfortable next to each other. Kristoff retrieved the basket from the bag and retrieved a sandwich for each of them as well as a small container chock full of chocolate for Anna.

"You know me so well…" she simpered, accepting the sandwich but popping a few chocolates in her mouth first.

They sat for a while, eating, chatting about visiting the trolls, and Olaf's latest disaster – he had developed a habit to barge into any and every door that was closed. Once, a few weeks back, he walked right in on a dignitary undressing. Thankfully it had been a man and he had only removed his shirt, but he had been the first half naked plump man Olaf had ever seen. So of course the snowman asked a myriad of embarrassing questions before the red-faced man could get him to leave.

As the sun followed its course through the sky, nearing the sea, Kristoff could feel his heart start to beat fast and heavily. It was almost time to ask Anna the most important question he will ever ask in his life. Oblivious, Anna manoeuvred herself closer to Kristoff by resting her back against his chest. He held her closer by draping his arms across her stomach.

"This is perfect." She breathed, snuggling down deeper.

This was it! This was the exact opening he was waiting for! Maybe crappy timing, having just settled down into comfortable positions…but he doesn't know if he'll get another chance like this. Besides, he now had much too much nervous energy to sit still.

"Anna," he said, swallowing his nerves before he could speak again. "W-would walk will take you with me? Wait what?"

She giggled at his stutter and agreed easily. She reasoned that he probably wanted to take her to a better vantage point to see the sunset. Hand in hand, they strolled towards the little brook that flowed nearby, the same one where Sven and Kjekk could drink from further downstream. Kristoff's heartbeat sped up as he made up his mind to speak.

"I love you!" he blurted, turning red at his outburst.

"I love you too." Anna responded with a wayward giggle, already used to his awkwardness. She looked at him with a smile that made his legs turn to jelly.

"Anna, you mean so much to me." He continued slowly, pulling her to a stop close to the bubbling water.

Anna's smile grew and he could easily see the feelings he had mirrored in her oceanic eyes.

He took a deep breath, calming his racing thoughts. "Before I met you, I was happy to be alone for, well, ever. But then you stood in my way. Literally." Anna smiled, recalling the time his first word to her had been 'carrots'. "And then we had the biggest adventure ever: hiking up the mountain to find your sister. I really thought you were the craziest person I had ever met. I still think you are."

"Hey!" she smacked his arm with her hand, "It's what makes me unique."

"No kidding," he chuckled, taking her freehand in his. He looked at her, heart pounding beneath his ribs, holding both her hands in his. "I fell in love. Despite the fact that I was against the whole 'true love' thing, I fell in love with you after three days. At least it wasn't one, right? Heh."

A flash of green eyes flitted through Anna's mind and she felt her heart spike with pain, but kept her feelings hidden.

"Heh, yeah…" she knew he was joking, but sometimes it still hurt to think about what had happened with Hans...

"Anyway," his voice plucked her out of that dark hole in her heart, "After everything that had happened after…everything, I knew I had to take the second chance I was given to get to know you better. You are the most selfless, loyal and stubborn person I know. And I love you for it. I love the way your eyes sparkle with mischief and how you always get us in a heap of trouble," he grinned and she mirrored his expression weakly.

"I always get us out of it too, ya know."

"I do," his heart leapt, "I love the way you smile at me, how your eyes soften when you look at me…" wow he was getting extra sappy, but Anna was looking at him exactly like he said she did and he couldn't help himself. "You've brought colour to my life, Anna."

He kneeled. Her heart stopped. Anna's eyes widened, seeing another time and place a man had kneeled before her.

Can I say something crazy? Hans asked her.

"Anna, I love you so much, I don't even want to imagine my life without you. I can't." He confessed, taking a deep breath. He looked up at her.

"Will you marry me?" Kristoff asked, but all she could hear was Hans' voice. Could only see Hans' face looking at her with Kristoff's hopeful eyes.

Can I say something even crazier? "Kristoff…" she whispered, trembling with sudden fear.

Yes! A naive Anna exclaimed without the slightest hesitation.

"I-I…" An older Anna released Kristoff's hands and took a step back. His hopeful smile turned into a frown of concern. "I-I can't..."

Anna's heart shattered at the exact moment Kristoff's did.

A choked "I'm sorry." was all she could manage before she ran towards where they had left Kjekk and Sven.

Elsa stood on the library's balcony that overlooked the castle's courtyard below her. The sun had set a while back and Kristoff and Anna should be back any minute now. She wanted to see them from a distance so that she could be the first to meet and congratulate them. She hadn't stopped smiling since they had left on their little trip.

She had been reading a book to distract herself until they were to arrive, but now the sun had set, and along with it went her desire to keep reading. She kept her eyes fixed on the southern town line, where Anna and Kristoff should reappear. After having stared for what seemed like hours, something caught her attention.

A lone rider on a white horse broke through the forest a little way from the town. Elsa squinted, could it be Anna? But where was Kristoff? A ball of solid ice formed in the pit of her stomach. She watched who she could now recognise was Anna, race through town towards the castle with mounting dread. Maybe something had happened to Kristoff!

Without thinking about it, Elsa thrust her hands forward calling her magic into action. It leapt from her fingertips in swirls, creating the beginnings of a crude slide made entirely out of frost. She stepped up onto an icy platform, and then the railing and onto her creation. A snowflake shot from her foot, transforming the frost into solid ice. She pushed off and created the slide while she surfed down towards the courtyard. It reached the cobblestones just as Anna shot through the gate with Kjekk.

"Anna! What happened?" Elsa tried to keep her panic restrained as Anna dismounted without a sound, her back to her sister. "Where's Kristoff?"

At his name, the redhead hunched her shoulders and made a choking sound deep within her throat before she bolted into the castle.

"Anna!" before Elsa could hick her skirt and chase after her sister, hooves on cobblestone and a familiar braying caught her attention.

"Sven?" She turned around and saw Kristoff sitting on the reindeer. It looked as if the light had been snuffed right out of him. His usually bright eyes were dull and lifeless.

"Kristoff?" She walked up towards him. Something was very wrong.

"I just came to make sure she came back alright."

"What happened?" she asked, reaching out to touch his knee.

He jerked Sven to turn around and away from her comfort and worrying eyes. "She said no."

"What? She couldn't…" Elsa's heart stopped, warring with what her ears had heard. "She wouldn't!"

"Well she did!" he shouted over his shoulder, but deflated almost immediately. "She…she said…no. I need to leave. I can't – I can't stay here. I'm going to the trolls. Goodbye, Queen Elsa."

With a nudge, both man and reindeer galloped out of the courtyard into the night.

So...that happened :P sorry, not sorry.

Next installment asap :)

Review and let me know what you think of this turn of events. I actually think this would be a more realistic reaction on Anna's part, if you do or don't, lemme know :)

The next chapter will be chocked full of sisterly feels and troll wisdom.