Ice is my Life

Chapter 1

Hi there. This will be a Kristoff x Elsa story. I feel there's a lack of KristElsa fanfics and i also like the idea of forbidden relationships so i decided to write this! Don't know if there'll be any smut, but if the story permits, i'll put some!

'You are cordially invited to the Queen's Ice Ball,' the headlines of the letter Kristoff received said.

"Oh wow cool! Check it out Sven! An Ice Ball! And you're invited too!" The rugged mountain man exclaimed.

"Oh I can't wait!" the mountain man did a voiceover for Sven.

"Yeah me too bud... Ice is my life after all..."

At long last, the gates to the royal palace opened, and the guests were greeted by a beautifully decorated courtyard. The fountains were frozen over, such that the water froze into the shape of snowflakes. Large ice statues of knights in majestic armor outlined the entire courtyard, and the floor was completely frozen over with intricate designs carved within. It was beautiful, much more so than any of Elsa's previous works, apart from her Ice Palace.

"Holy cow..." Kristoff murmured, a lone tear streaming down his left cheek, marveled at such beauty and perfection

The guests did not hesitate and they streamed into the courtyard, skating on the ice. Their footwear unsuitable for the slippery surface but good enough for them to glide over the ice. Sven joined in on the fun too, gliding across the courtyard and then disappearing amongst the guests.

"GOTCHA!" Kristoff was jumped on by a rather sneaky Anna, who crept up behind him. Kristoff grabbed Anna by the hips and brought her infront of him. The Brunette gazed into his eyes with a broad smile, hoping he would make some comment about how beautiful she looked in her new dress, or at least notice her new hairdo.

"Wow Anna, check out all this ice, it's amazing!"

The Brunette's heart sank a little, her smile turned into a look of slight disappointment. But the mountain man was too busy admiring the ice to notice.

"Oh man, the texture is just... flawless! And the intricate designs on the walls! Perfect... Wow it's just so beautiful I can't even..." Kristoff stopped mid-sentence. Anna frowned. She wished that all the things Kristoff was saying was about her and not the stupid ice her sister made. The feeling of disappointment turned into hurt, sadness and even a slight jealousy of her sister's abilities. Too dense to pick up the vibes that Anna was unhappy, the mountain man darted off when he saw Elsa just a few meters away.

"Hey Elsa!"

"Oh wow that dress looks awesome... Wow... how do you make fabrics out of ice I mean it's just-" Kristoff rambled on about Ice while Elsa smiled, elated that someone appreciated her works.

Anna was still standing at the same spot where Kristoff left her, tears pooling at the corner of her eyes, her mouth shut, trying to hold everything in. Despite being surrounded by hundreds of people, she had never felt so alone and deserted.

"Knock knock," Kristoff said jokingly as he knocked on Anna's door, that was already open.

Anna was sitting at the corner of her bed, looking down at her hands. The Brunette looked at him briefly, her eyes ablaze, then looked back down. The mountain man was finally able to notice something was wrong, given such an obvious signal.

"Hey there... I didn't see you downstairs so I thought you might be here..."

Anna didn't react. She couldn't even look at Kristoff for two seconds without feeling a lump at the back of her throat. She knew that if she even started to talk, she wouldn't be able to control her tears, that were already lining her bottom eyelid.

"Hey what gives snowflake? Why are you acting so weird?" Kristoff said, unknowingly stepping over the line.

"DON'T call me that!" the Brunette snapped, tears already streaming down her rosy cheeks. She refused to let Kristoff associate her with snow.

"Hey come on Anna, what did I do? Did I do something wrong? Why won't you come down and enjoy the party," the mountain man said, slightly annoyed that Anna had lashed at him.

The silence was deafening.

"How long did it take for you to realize i wasn't there with you Kristoff..." Anna said.

"I'm sorry Anna... I just... I-"

"Too busy admiring the Ice?" the Brunette interrupted, "what about me Kristoff... don't you care about me at all?" Anna's eyes now half shut, squeezing out the tears that were so gently settled on her eye lids.

"Th-thats now fair Anna... I care about you, but you know how much i love ice right? Its been all I've been doing all my life! Ice is my Life!" Kristoff declared, trying to reason with Anna.

"And I'm not part of your life?" Anna now looked up into Kristoff's eyes, hoping he would say something that would make her feel better, or not say anything at all and just embrace her and kiss her right there. But he didn't.

"I-no, you-" the mountain man was at a loss for words. Having close to no experience with emotional conflict and dealing with other people's feelings, Kristoff didn't know what to say. He continued stuttering, changing his mind whenever words came out.

"Just leave, Kristoff. Leave now. I need to be alone," the very frustrated Brunette finally said.

With a heavy heart, the mountain man took his leave.

The furrowed expression on Anna's face curled into that of grief and anguish. She buried her face in a pillow, allowing the cotton to soak up the moisture of her eyes.

Kristoff was unable to enjoy the rest of the party, still wondering what he did to make Anna so... Angry at him.

'Maybe it's cramps,' he tried to shrug it off, but he knew it wasn't the case. Anna never had mood swings.

When all the guests left, Kristoff and Sven made their way back to their shack, located outside Oaken's trading post. He put Sven to sleep and decided to get some fresh air so he could think. And he knew exactly where to go.

The Ice Castle was never used ever since the eternal winter ended, so Kristoff loved to spent nights there, especially when he was feeling down in the dumps. The castle wasn't in good condition, after Elsa's encounter with Hans and the Duke of Weaseltown's men, but it was made of ice and it had a good view, which was more than sufficient. Kristoff enjoyed sitting off the edge of the 'balcony', which gave him an excellent view of Arendelle resting below the moon.

Ten minutes in and he heard footsteps on the stairway behind him.

"Kristoff...?"

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