My first multi-chapter Frozen fanfiction. I hope you guys enjoy.

"Anna don't worry about me, I'll be fine." Kristoff said softly into the ear of his crying sweetheart. She understandably was extremely uncomfortable with letting the people she loved go places without her. He ran a hand over her back calmingly as he embraced her, she was in hysterics and he was trying the best he could to calm her down. "Anna…" He said even softer so that only she could hear him, "Don't worry, I'm coming back. I won't let anything happen; I won't hurt you like that. I won't make you go through all that again."

He knew she had a good reason to be fearful; after all he was leaving for a month to go harvest ice in the treacherous Arendelle Mountains. She had lost her parents on a routine, less than week long, peaceful, diplomatic voyage. It was obvious to both of them that he was about to be in a lot more danger than they had been, and even with the very low chance of issues on their trip, they had perished.

As Kristoff grudgingly released Anna, Elsa was there to pull her sister into her arms. The two were slowly but surely reconnecting to one another, and since Kristoff had moved into the castle the three of them had become a family of sorts. Kristoff saw Elsa's almost imperceptible head nod as he looked back towards her and Anna. They had an unspoken agreement that one or the other would always care for Anna, and Elsa was already more than prepared to hold up her end of the bargain. Her years of isolation had made her less reactive to the feelings of others and had left her quite depressed, but Elsa was getting better and she knew that she had to be there for Anna now to make up for the time she had missed before.

He walked towards Sven without turning around again as he heard Anna sob. He could not look back, or else he knew he would be unable to leave. He took a deep breath as he climbed into the sled and rode off towards the mountains. He urged Sven on faster as he heard Anna's shouts behind him, he knew that she had broken loose of Elsa and was running after him, and he knew that both he and Sven needed to leave before they could not.

Once he was out of sight and out of earshot he cursed to the breeze, "Damn it Anna." His eyes were teary and he could not manage to make them stop. "Why did you have to cry?" Sven snorted lightly in reply to Kristoff's words, and he knew that his Reindeer companion was equally as broken hearted as he was. They both loved Anna so much that this journey was going to be one of the toughest of their lives.

Kristoff reached forward and patted the animal on the nose, "It'll be okay buddy, she'll be there when we get back." He said it confidently but they both knew that while Anna would still be there, there was a chance that they would not be back to see her. Such was the danger of their profession, and it killed Kristoff both to and not to do his job.

Anna and Elsa both had told him that it was no longer necessary for him to harvest ice, but he was not the type of man who would just live off the kindness of others. He needed to work, he needed to do his job, and while Elsa could simply form ice when she wanted to, she did not do it commercially so that the harvesters of Arendelle could continue to do their jobs, as dangerous and strenuous as they were. This was a good thing however because he knew that he and the other harvesters would not have it any other way.

Sven was still moving rather rapidly through the streets of the capital city, and due to this they were making rather good time. They had already crossed the Fjords and were in the outskirts of town when they slowed their pace to prepare for the long and laborious trek into the mountains. "Come on buddy." Kristoff said, patting his friend on the back as they climbed the first steep path into the mountains, "We've got a lot of work ahead of us and the quicker we get there, the quicker we get it done, and the quicker we get to go home."

He thought of Anna and how she had tried to act tough the last few days before they had left. He thought of how brave she had been and how he didn't truly fault her at all for the way she had cried when he left. He thought of the way she had held on tight to him, the way she had told her the night before about her fears while the two of them had snuggled up on a couch near a fire. He thought of the time that he had nearly lost her and he truly understood her fear of losing him. He thought about how much he loved her, and he thought about how determined he was to make it home safely. He would not let her down.

It took the pair a couple of hours to make it up to their cabin, the place they called home before they lived in the castle, and also the place they used as home base for their harvesting operations. They weren't working with the other harvesters this year; in fact they hadn't really cut with the harvesters in quite some time. This gave them better profits, but it also made things much more dangerous. There was safety in numbers and while they had each other's backs, there was still a lot that could go wrong.

Kristoff sighed as he exited the sled and unpacked the provisions that they would need for the month. It had taken them a bit longer than usual to get up and into the mountains and Kristoff blamed that fact in part on Anna forcing him to bring a much heavier load of supplies than he usually did. She had made sure that he had more than enough food to last multiple months rather than just the one and she had ensured that an excessive amount of hay and carrots be packed for Sven. She always looked out for them both, she was sweet like that.

He unpacked Sven's necessities first and brought them into the small rough wooden stable that he had built for his friend years before. The structure was strong, warm and connected to his cabin. They weren't the prettiest of buildings, but they had made them themselves and they had held up well so far. Besides the castle and the Valley of the Living Rock, it was the only home they had ever had. Kristoff carried in bale after bale of hay and set the stable up for Sven. It was cold, but it would heat up quickly once the lanterns were all lit and once he got a house fire going. The heat transferred between the cabin and the stable quite well and once they had a fire started in one or the other, neither was cold.

After unhitching Sven and letting him into the shelter of the stable, Kristoff carried the food and other goods he had brought with him indoors to his cabin. It was relatively clean, and despite a few bugs here and there it was just as he had left it. He sighed softly and smiled as he walked towards the fireplace, at least for now everything was safe and calm. He wished that he had some way of letting Anna know that he had made it into the mountains safely. Maybe receiving word that he was okay so far would quell her feelings of fear and worry. He imagined the relieved look on her face when she heard that he was safe and sound and imagined how worried she must feel currently.

It was getting to be late and he prayed that she would sleep tonight as he resigned himself to leaving the cabin with his axe to cut wood for the fire. Living in the castle had not made him soft; however he still dreaded the hard work ahead of him as he exited the relative safety of the structure and went out into the cold.

"Why when I'm doing what I need to do, do I feel so terrible?" He asked himself aloud. "Why does it hurt me so much to leave her side and see her cry when we've only been together a few months?" He sighed, talking to himself just felt strange without Sven there for company, but he needed his reindeer friend to rest. They had a long month ahead of them and Kristoff wanted him to rest up as much as possible after their trek in before they started to work in the morning.

Kristoff swung his axe a few times and felled a smaller tree that was near his home. He just chopped up the branches for now, but knew that by tomorrow night he would have to return to make his work of the trunk. For now however he was content to return to the clearing and the cabin for a night's rest. That was, of course until he heard the sounds of snow crunching below the shoes of a horse not too far off. Something was amiss.

So due to the fact that I'm heading off to college, this story is going to be written in what I like to call "bite sized" chapters. My usual readers know that I tend to write long chapters or long oneshots, but in the case of this fic, the story will be played out in multiple chapters sized between 500 and 3000 words each. I'm not used to writing this way, but bear with me. Things will speed up soon!

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