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So...I've started another fic. It's called Barefoot on the Roof. I had some major writer's block with First Encounters and found that the easiest way to deal with it was to write something else.

Disclaimer: When the crazy wheel slows down...Where will I be?...Still not owning Frozen...

At the sound of the whistle, Sven pelted from Kristoff's side towards the poor intern in the bite suit. The small man tried to wobble away in fright as the racing German Shepard advanced, but he only made it a few feet away from his original position before Sven pounced at his back, tackling him to the ground.

The man squealed when Sven bit into his cushioned upper arm and began thrashing his head. His whole body jerked at the canine's fierce thrashing, his head bumping the cushioning of his helmet and his nose hitting against his face mask.

Kristoff held his fingers to his mouth and whistled again. Sven responded immediately, releasing his whimpering victim and racing back across the field to his master's side. The intern struggled to get up, rocking back and forth like a turtle stuck on its back. Officers standing by with their own canines took pity and moved forwards to help the poor man to his feet, his limbs splaying out awkwardly because of the immense padding.

Kristoff smiled tiredly when Sven skid to a stop in front of him. "Good boy, Sven," Kristoff congratulated, trying and failing to put enthusiasm into his voice as he weakly pet the dog's head. Sensing something wrong with his master and being impatient to receive a proper reward for his demonstration, Sven barked and whined.

"Sorry, boy," Kristoff whispered, standing up to face the other officers. Sven whined at his side, confused and concerned about Kristoff's behavior, but nonetheless sat obediently.

Closing his eyes, Kristoff let out a deep breath through his nose and folded his arms behind his back, his shoulders square and his feet straight as he addressed the men in front of him. "And that is the drill you all will be practicing. Just a simple whistle to train your dog to attack and retreat on command. Any questions?"

The trainees shook their heads animatedly, some nervous and others excited about practicing the drill.

"Good. Now take your places on the field and do it one team at a time, ten times each," Kristoff instructed, pointed to the marked areas on the fenced field behind him.

The intern in the bite suit gaped at Kristoff's instruction. He waddled around and turned his helmeted head towards the long row of trainee-canine teams. He groaned audibly, and Kristoff could have sworn he heard the man sob.

Once the teams were situated to begin the drill, Kristoff sighed and turned towards the police station, Sven following at his heels. The grass was short and dry from the summer heat, making each step a loud crunch.

The police station was pretty much empty at the moment. Lieutenant Duke moved headquarters near the military base a few months ago. Kristoff could understand. The station was a complete wreck, like an abandoned safe-house from a zombie apocalypse. The air-conditioning was broken, only one toilet worked (and it didn't even have a seat), and at max it could maybe hold one-sixth of all the officers the police force now had under its command.

It was scheduled to be demolished, but Kristoff, not wanting to waste money in building a new station, had suggested using the old station for K-9 unit training. The place was now rigged with multiple scent boxes and rooms for training the dogs in an inside environment, and the fenced field outside was an added bonus.

Kristoff sat in a lawn-chair under the lip of the roof of the station, huddling into the small amount of shade it provided. Sven sat beside him, leaning his furred head on his thigh and looking up with his big, chocolaty eyes, his eyebrows twitching and his ears flat against his head as he whined in concern.

Kristoff whipped the sweat from his brow before he looked down at his companion, regretting looking into those puppy-dog eyes that implored him to talk about what was wrong.

Sighing and shaking his head, Kristoff slumped forward, slowly petting Sven's head with one hand. "I feel like shit, Sven. I really screwed up this time."

Sven cocked his head whimpered. Why?

"You know why," Kristoff halfheartedly spat, his voice a course mumble. He rubbed his face with his hand, easing his facial muscles from frowning and scowling all day. He hadn't been able to sleep last night, thoughts of what he'd said to Anna keeping him up like a never ending buzz in his head. He'd yelled at her. At Anna. His best friend since the beginning and to the end of time.

Even worse, he'd cut her off. Abandoned her. Kristoff knew that he was her only friend, and yet he left her alone. Small town politics prevented the outsider redhead from ever "clicking-in" since she lived so far away. Anna was never one to be clingy, but she always sent messages when she needed him, even if she didn't know it. Her energy would be down, she would talk or act strange, or she would try to act sophisticated to just name a few symptoms. And with her parents gone, Kristoff was the only rock she had left to stand on.

And he'd abandoned her.

Kristoff's chest caved under the wave of guilt like the blow of a sledgehammer. He stilled his hand, stopping in mid-stroke on Sven's head. "I feel like a major jerk, Sven."

Sven barked softly as to not disturb the hand on his head. You kindof were.

Kristoff leaned back in his chair, scowling as he glared at the grass in front of his feet. "Well, what should I do?" he asked, his voice soft and desperate.

Kristoff could have sworn Sven rolled his eyes. Apologize.

Kristoff almost scoffed at the idea. What he'd done was inexcusable and non-fixable. "But—"

Sven barked loudly this time, snapping up his head and forcing away Kristoff's hand. His ears perked up and he whined in frustration, almost a growl.

Kristoff sighed, a small smirk gracing his lips. "Sometimes I really don't like you," he pouted.

Sven opened his mouth and lolled his pink tongue out, his tail happily thumping against the grass. Chuckling at his dog's antics, Kristoff stood up, playfully pushing Sven away when he began nudging him towards the fence gate.

Stopping their drill, the trainees turned toward him questioningly when they saw him leaving. The intern in the body suit weakly lifted his head from the ground while his cushioned back was mauled.

Kristoff blinked. Forgot about them. Kristoff hugged his stomach with one hand, bending over and making a whining groan. "Sorry guys," he wheezed out, faking a pained grimace as he staggered towards the gate. When he reached the gate, he opened it with one hand. "I don't really feel good right now. You guys just finish that and repeat yester—"

"Is something wrong, Mr. Bjorman?"

Kristoff whipped his head around at the mention of his name, his eyes facing a thick, medal-clad chest in uniform. He looked up at the large man before him and swallowed dryly. Scrambling to straighten up, Kristoff managed an rushed salute. "M-Mr. Duke Lieutenant, sir. Hello, sir," Kristoff stuttered nervously, his face reddening in embarrassment.

Duke laughed deeply, his large chest bouncing at the action. He clapped Kristoff on the shoulder, nearly knocking the blonde down. "Don't look so scared, boy! I don't bite," he said, laughing at his own joke. Kristoff laughed along halfheartedly.

The Lieutenant abruptly calmed down from his laughing, his ebony eyes calculating as they analyzed Kristoff. "Our new trainer, eh? What's wrong, man? Why going home this early in the afternoon?" he asked, his voice surprisingly concerned.

Kristoff gaped for a second, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as he scrambled to remember why he was leaving. "Y-You see, sir…I uh…I-I'm not feeling too well," he quickly said, hugging his stomach and bending over with a feign grimace when he remembering that he was supposed to be sick.

Duke grunted, his face now stoic. "I see. Well, I hope you're able to put our hounds back into fighting shape soon. They had somewhat of a traumatic experience chasing that criminal the other day."

Kristoff blinked at the mention of the criminal the Lieutenant was speaking of. His mind immediately began to drift to thoughts of Anna, but before guilt could again hook itself into his mind, he opened his mouth and responded, "Yes, sir."

Duke again grunted and motioned for Kristoff to walk through the open gate. "Well, run along, boy. Feel better. I don't need you getting anyone else sick."

Kristoff nodded his head and slid past the large man towards his truck, Sven again at his side. Kristoff looked over his shoulder, watching the Lieutenant close the gate and mumble something under his breath that he was barely able to make out.

"We'll need every man we can get."

"Good job! Now, just tilt the pan to move the batter around…"

Elsa nodded stiffly at the order, her tongue poking the inside of her cheek and her brow angling downwards in a look of deep concentration.

She delicately tilted the pan, the blob of batter on the left side trickling downwards, catching oil and pooling on the other side. But other than making a few streams to the other side, the batter on the left side remained where it began, small bubbles poking through its pale surface as it began hardening into a soft cake.

Eyes widening in panic, Elsa squeaked, clenching her teeth. She hunched over the pan, getting her face dangerously close as she attempted to scrape the blob to cover the rest of the pan with the spatula she held in her right hand.

Hearing Anna laugh, Elsa's face immediately reddened in embarrassment. She bit her lip and turned away, trying to hide her shame.

Anna came to her side. "Come on, Elsa, you can do it," she said encouragingly. Still looking away with her eyes now squeezed shut, Elsa shook her head, releasing the pan and thrusting the spatula into Anna's hands. Anna rolled her eyes, took the spatula, and placed it on the counter beside the stove. She moved behind the blonde, turning her shoulders so she was once again facing the stove.

Anna grasped Elsa's cold hand and put it around the handle of the pan. The blonde stiffened, holding her breath when Anna moved behind her. The redhead leaned against her back, one hand holding Elsa's forearm that was holding the pan and the other on her opposite shoulder. "Let me help you," Anna said cheerily, leaning her face beside Elsa's.

The blonde's eyes widened so much she thought they would pop out of her head. Her grip on the pan was numbly tight, and her opposite hand clutched at the fabric of her shorts like a lifeline. She tried desperately not to move, to not even twitch least she scare off the beautiful redheaded creature that chose to get so close to her.

Anna grasped her wrist, making her lift the pan. Elsa's limbs moved stiffly, like that of a rusty marionette.

Elsa choked and her eye twitched when she felt the redhead's chest press up against her back. Anna took no notice of her friend's silent suffering. She simply manipulated the pan to spread the batter. Elsa felt her twist and raise her arm to tilt the pan on its side.

Oh my God.

Anna laughed. Elsa could feel it reverberate through her body as her quick breathes tickled her neck. Her mind was telling her to run away, but it seemed the only muscle that got that message was her heart, fluttering faster than a hummingbird's wings.

Oh. My. God.

Elsa was holding her breath for so long that she was beginning to see black spots dance at the edge of her vision. Her pulse pounded in her ears as her heart beat against her chest like a bass drum, and despite her lungs screaming for air, she was too frozen to open her mouth.

OH. MY. GOD.

Elsa felt her legs tremble. Anna was talking. No, she was screaming, shaking Elsa roughly by the shoulders. Blinking in confusion, Elsa allowed herself to breathe and move around freely. Her senses came back to her. She could hear Anna squeal and could smell something burning. She looked down at her cooking. She had tilted the pan too far, causing the batter to plop out of the pan onto the red-hot stove.

And it was on fire.

Elsa screamed shortly in panic, throwing the pan from her grasp where it clanged somewhere on the floor behind her. Judging by the multiple banging sounds beside her, Elsa guessed that Anna was somewhere opening cabinets.

Anna, this thing is on fire! Help me!

Scrambling with her hands, Elsa threw out her palms and summoned snow, coating the flame in a pile of powder and effectively putting out the fire.

Shoving her out of the way, Anna rushed from behind Elsa, hauling a large red can with a black hose on it. When Anna gripped the silver clasp on top, white stuff shot out from it with a deep hiss. The foam that came out coated the stove, counter, floor, and surrounding cabinets under a thick layer of white.

When Anna was finally done shooting, she slowly lowered the can, hyperventilating. She stared at the white pile, waiting for it to blaze again.

The now white kitchen was silent, the dull buzz of silence ringing in both girls' ears.

Elsa turned her head towards Anna to make sure she was unharmed, and she was utterly surprised when found the redhead beginning to laugh.

Elsa blinked incredulously as Anna stared at her, her cheeks puffing with air and her eyes watering. She covered her mouth with a hand, but a laugh and snort bubbled past her lips. Releasing the pent up air in her mouth, Anna keeled over and pointed at Elsa's face, laughing hysterically.

What? Elsa thought, blinking in confusion. She cocked her jaw and pouted, her face a scowl as she waited for the redhead to explain herself.

Anna wiped her eyes. "You-u...Y-Your face," she wheezed between giggles before she was thrown into another fit of laughter.

My face? Elsa reached up, wiping the side of her face from her eye to her chin. Feeling something wet, she pulled her hand back and saw the white foam.

She turned back to Anna who was still laughing. Elsa blushed considerably, half of her reddened face hidden under a white mask. She crossed her arms and glared at Anna, waiting for the girl to stop. But she didn't. She didn't appear to even begin to calm down. The red can slipped from Anna's hands as she grabbed her stomach, painful from laughing so much.

"Ow!" Anna yelled mid-snort, her laughing face contorting in a convoluted look of pain. She grasped her left foot, massaging her big toe, and hopped around, muttering curses under her breath. Anna's hopping foot slid from beneath her on the white foam, landing her on her back with her limbs spread awkwardly around her. "Ow..."

Elsa didn't even try to hold back the laughter that erupted from her chest. She bent over, slapping her knee and hugging her chest.

Anna pouted where she sat, crossing her arms. Foam soaked into her clothes and hair and was dripping down her face. "Yeah Yeah We're even," she mumbled, not being able to resist laughing herself when Elsa let out a surprisingly non-regal snort.

Taking pity on her friend, Elsa reigned in the last of her fits of laughter and helped the shorter girl to her feet, careful not to slip like Anna had. "Thanks," Anna said when she was back on her feet, one hand in Elsa's while the other grasped her upper arm for support. Elsa smiled.

Anna's face flushed scarlet and she quickly scrambled away from the blonde. "U-Um, l-let me get that off your face. You look like the Phantom of the Opera." Using the counter for support, Anna carefully walked over the tile to a kitchen drawer, pulling out an old looking hand towel. Not trusting herself to make the return journey to the stove without slipping, Anna motioned for Elsa to come to her.

When the blonde was in front of her, Anna pulled Elsa's face close, using one hand to rub off the foam on her face with the towel while the other cupped her clean cheek. Leaning against the counter, Elsa scrunched her eyes closed as the rough material of the towel wiped across her face.

When Anna was finished, she leaned back and giggled, tossing the towel on the counter. "Next time, let's try something that's not so hazardous. You can teach me how to French braid or something."

Elsa nodded and smiled shyly, blushing at her failed attempt at cooking pancakes. After the storm, Anna had resumed teaching Elsa about…her world? Elsa apparently wasn't from there, so it wasn't hers, so it was definitely Anna's world. At first it was just cars and movies and things like that, but now, after Elsa's asking through a very frustrating game of charades, it was cooking.

Elsa reached forward and wiped off a splatter of foam on Anna's cheek, her hand delicately shaping around her jaw as her thumb caressed her cheek and uncovered the expanse of freckles beneath the foam. Elsa stayed her hand there, mesmerized by the velvet softness of the redhead's tan skin. Lifting her hand over Elsa's, Anna subconsciously leaned into her cool touch, the chill seeping into her face and calming her in a way that made her hum in content. Feeling a sprinkle of heat coat over her cheeks, Anna giggled and smiled at Elsa who mirrored her blush and returned the gesture, a warm, genuine smile gracing her lips.

Suddenly, Elsa blinked and tilted up Anna's chin, her brow slightly furrowing and her head cocking to the side in confusion.

It was then that Anna realized how close their face's were. Being this close to the blonde, Anna could see for the first time that she had a light spread of nearly white freckles over her nose that dissipated under her eyes. There were a few rebellious hairs on her left eyebrow that stuck straight up against the otherwise flawless curved brow, like a clump of fur gone un-groomed on a cat. Her mouth was open in a small "o" that enabled Anna to see a peek of pink tongue and straight, photoshop-quality white teeth that were strangely flat, almost like Elsa had a teeth grinding problem or was just a natural born herbivore.

So she is human..., Anna thought absentmindedly. Not that Elsa was necessarily human per se. She just wasn't perfect. She was normal. She had her faults, and for some reason, Anna found that oddly attractive.

Anna moved her gaze to Elsa's eyes and watched them flicker slightly as they analyzed her own face, almost like they were searching for something. Her eyes stopped slightly below her eyes, and Anna blushed when she realized that Elsa was staring at her lips.

Elsa felt her mind go numb, almost as if she was doing something familiar. Anna's face dominated more and more of her vision as she tentatively leaned closer, tilting her head slightly. Her head was buzzing with a warm feeling of nostalgia and there was a fleeting tickle at the back of her mind, like she was trying to remember something.

Anna felt her heartbeat quicken as Elsa inched closer, her cool breath dancing against her lips as their noses brushed. "Elsa—"

Suddenly, the front door opened.

Flinching away from each other, both girls spun towards the intrusion, Elsa's hand quickly leaving Anna's face.

Kristoff slowly opened the door, first peering only his head inside before fully opening the door and walking in. He was wearing a black shirt, dark blue shorts with dog bones on them, brown flip flops, and a towel around his neck that draped over either of his shoulders.

Anna stiffened at the sight of her friend, her blush immediately draining from her face. She stared at him unblinkingly, her hands clutching nervously in front of her.

Taking a step further into the room, Kristoff cleared his throat, leaving the door open behind him. His long face and pleading eyes made him look like a kicked puppy. "A-Anna, about what I said yesterday—"

He didn't have a chance to finish his sentence. Elsa was already striding past him, grabbing both ends of his towel in one hand and pulling them like a noose/leash around Kristoff's neck, dragging him behind her. Struggling to backpeddle after the blonde, Kristoff grasped at the towel as it accidentally began choking him from Elsa's taunt grip. Elsa pulled him out the door to the porch and threw him down the steps into the dirt, the towel following soon after. Sven came up and sniffed his master concernedly as the rugged man sat up on his elbows and rubbed the back of his now sore head.

"Elsa…," Anna reprimanded halfheartedly, coming up behind the blonde and placing a hand on her shoulder. Elsa glanced back at Anna before glaring back at the man standing up on his feet.

Anna looked at Kristoff from behind Elsa, the taller girl standing protectively in front of her. "What do you want, Kristoff?" Anna asked softly, her voice void of any emotion.

Kristoff stood up and brushed himself off before meeting Anna's gaze, his pleading brown eyes overflowing with regret. "Anna…I-I'm sorry," he stuttered, his voice cracking slightly. "What I said yesterday was completely out of line and untrue. I was just frustrated and scared and…and I never should have yelled at you." Kristoff slumped his shoulders. "You are the most amazing person I've ever met. You're practically my little sister. I shouldn't have in a million years abandoned you like that. I know I screwed up big time—and I get it if you just want me to leave—but I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry," he finished, his eyes tearing slightly as he looked away blinking.

After a long second's hesitation, Anna pivoted from behind Elsa and hopped down the stairs, throwing herself around Kristoff in a hug. "I'm the one who's sorry, Kris. I-I was stupid," she mumbled, burying her face in Kristoff's shirt. Her eyes started to tear up as well. Anna breathed deeply, feeling like a boulder had just been lifted from on top of her chest. Even though there was no real change besides a few exchanged words, her life immediately felt balanced again.

Kristoff laughed and returned the embrace. "You? Stupid? Never," he joked, pulling Anna back to face him. Giggling, Anna punched his chest playfully. Kristoff grasped Anna by the shoulders and looked her in the eye, getting serious again. "Will you forgive me, Anna?"

Anna giggled, a few stray tears falling from her eyes. "Of course I do, ya big idiot," she replied with a smirk and a laugh, wiping the last of her tears away as her mood began to lift. She looked over her shoulder at Elsa, hostility emitting from the blonde in thick waves. Elsa had yet to change her scowling face, her icy glare burning holes in Kristoff's head as she crossed her arms angrily. "I think it's Elsa who needs some convincing."

Kristoff looked up at the other blonde and sighed. "We were getting along so well, too," he said with a mock pout. Anna laughed, a genuine, deep-bellied laugh that sounded as light as her mind now felt.

Her enthusiastic demeanor back intact, Anna gestured to his shorts. "So was there a pool party at work today?" she asked teasingly.

Kristoff looked down in confusion, blinked, and looked up again, laughing. "Oh no no no," he reassured, shaking his hands back and forth. He rubbed his neck in embarrassment. "Well ah…I was hoping as an apology, you might want to go to the lake?"

Anna sighed in nostalgic happiness. "Oh man, it's been forever since we've hung out there! I'd love to go! Just give me a second, I'll grab my swimsuit," she squealed in excitement. She turned back towards the house but stopped when she again caught sight of Elsa.

Anna turned to Kristoff. "What about Elsa?"

That poor bite suit intern...XD

But that fluff though!

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