Typical story. Saw Frozen. Saw it again. Thought of OC and now sharing with the world. Hope you stick around to see where it all goes. To those of you just beginning to read, please leave reviews! Even though this ff is finished I only learn from your reviews and they make writing all this just a little bit more worth it. But enough of me, to the story!...

"C'mon Sven, were almost home." Kristoff tried cajoling his faithful reindeer to pick up the pace. It had been almost two weeks since he had left Arendelle to organize the newest shipment of ice. Between the demand for Queen Elsa's intricate ice sculptures and Kristoff finally having the authority as chief ice carver and deliverer (now really a thing), Arendelle was thriving on the ice business. But winter was approaching and this would likely be his last shipment of the season. As night was falling and the temperature quickly dropping, he was glad to almost be back with Anna.

It had been four months since the Frozen Summer and Kristoff had finally settled into what he would consider "royal life." He didn't think he could ever get used to the whole, 'Kristoff, sir', part, but being with Anna made everything a little easier to handle. Kristoff was jarred from his thoughts as Sven came to a sudden halt in the forest just outside Arendelle.

"C'mon buddy, what's wrong?" Kristoff knew that Sven's keen senses were detecting something he could not and with night having fallen; he was not too keen to sit and wait to find out what Sven was suddenly so afraid of. Suddenly, the night was cut with a loud series of howls. First thinking wolves, Kristoff soon realized that these were most definitely human. Grabbing a crossbow from the back of the sled. Standing in the sled Kristoff now knew that he and Sven were not alone. Movements just outside the glare of his lantern told him that whoever was out there did not want to be seen.

"Who's there? Show yourselves or allow me to pass!" Kristoff hoped his imposing size and crossbow would be enough to scare off any potential highwayman. While theft in the forests was rare, it was not unheard of and Kristoff had had his fair share of scraps in the more wild parts of the world. But never this close to Arendelle.

Suddenly, the unmistakable twang of an arrow caused Kristoff to duck, just in time as an arrow lodged itself in a tree behind his head. Another one lodged itself in the sled. Unable to see his attackers, Kristoff knew he lacked the advantage. "Sven, move!" Kristoff yelled and Sven was only able to take a few strides before a set of spikes suddenly thrust themselves before them. Before Kristoff could get Sven turned around, four men in black, long hooded coats attacked from each side. Firing the bow, Kristoff was able to nick one but was soon pulled from the sled. Sven attempted to help but being attached to the heavy sled and cargo, was unable to move. Forced to the ground, Kristoff struggled but panicked when he saw one of his attackers pull a sword and come to stand above him. Speaking in a language he did not understand, the only word he could make out was, "Fenrir." Realizing what was coming, Kristoff closed his eyes and thought of Anna. Anna, I am so sorry...

A low rumble had the four men holding Kristoff and the swordsman suddenly freeze. Sven, normally calm in any situation, was suddenly bucking, desperately trying to escape. A shadow flashed behind the men, causing the lantern on the sled to puff out. Pitched into darkness, the men holding Kristoff released him and began shouting at each other in obvious panic. Staying low, Kristoff made it back to the sled and attempted to get to Sven. Kristoff heard the men continue to shout but now he heard what sounded like the men fighting someone...or something. Shouts, growls and even a roar was all Kristoff needed to hear. Pulling a knife from his belt, he cut the sled free of the ice haul. Reaching into his pack, he attempted to relight the lantern. I cant escape and risk running me and Sven into a tree or off a cliff. As he lit the lantern, he became very aware of the total lack of shouting or sounds of fighting. Turning the lantern, there were no sign of the men, but random weapons and blood littered the ground. A noise in the trees behind him! Seeing his crossbow on the ground just by the sled, Kristoff jumped for it and notched another arrow.

"Show yourself! You have three seconds before I fire!" Kristoff was slowly backing towards the sled. It's past time I got the hell out of here. More crashing in the brush coming towards him and Kristoff was about to fire when a man he did not recognize as his attackers suddenly emerged. Dressed in dark brown leather pants, furred boots and an open fur lined coat, a short beard blended up to dark hair that covered his eyes and reached his shoulders. Kristoff at first thought he was another threat. But from the way he was grabbing his shoulder and his head being bowed, Kristoff realized he was hurt.

"Stay where you are! Who are you?!" Kristoff tried to remain wary but the man seemingly didnt hear him. Covering the ground between them surprisngly fast, he suddenly was grabbing Kristoff by the coat, his off hand having expertly relieved Kristoff of his bow.

"The Queen...someone must...warn...Queen..." He had was staring with Kristoff with such intensity that at first he didnt even react. But when he finally stumbled and collapsed to his knees, Kristoff caught him, surprised at the weight, and from the heat emanating from his body. He was a few inches shorter than the tall blond. Looking at Sven, a very confused and conflicted look on his face, Kristoff leveraged the stranger into the back of the sled. Still muttering to himself, seemingly delirious. Looking down and seeing blood on his hand, Kristoff knew he didnt have time to waste.

"Sven, we need to get to Arendelle. Now." Worried of more attackers, Kristoff dared not slow down as Arendell came into sight.

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