Don’t read under the cut if you don’t want to see spoilers for the Frozen movie! Like the others, these photos are from the Frozen: The Essential Guide book which is an amazing book that everyone should own!
The Goons Though……
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Frozen (2013)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Anna/Kristoff (Disney)
Characters: Anna (Disney), Elsa (Disney), Kristoff (Disney), Olaf (Disney), Sven (Disney: Frozen)
Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Post-Canon, Fairy Tale Elements, Introspection, Movie Spoilers, Fluff and Angst, Frohana
Summary:
Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful maiden, who was locked away from the world in a doorless tower …
*****
Anna’s changing relationship with the fairy tales that kept her company as a child, and how they influenced her life over the years.
This link worked for me!
You guys when Anna and kristoff call for each other over and over??
I know they’re minifigs but the feels are real 😍😍
“An original story featuring the beloved characters from Disney Frozen! Kristoff has always wanted to take part in the Ice Games—days of fun winter competitions. But growing up with trolls and a reindeer, he didn’t have any human friends to make a team. Anna and Elsa are happy to help their friend—and have some fun along the way!”
Available September 5, 2017
This appears to be the same story as Ice Games, previously published in the “Spring Fever” collection. See the illustrations here and here.
Here’s my idea for the prompt “what if?” What if Anna wanted to move out of the palace after she married Kristoff? Let’s find out how that went.
Pairing: Kristoff and Anna (with appearances by Elsa)
Rating: Teen (for implied sexytimes)
Word Count: kinda long but not quite
Anna sat on a beautifully upholstered settee right outside Elsa’s office door. She drummed her fingers nervously on the settee’s armrest, waiting for her sister, Queen Elsa, to finish her paperwork. The princess wasn’t sure how she was going to tell her older sister that, since she’d married Kristoff, her ice harvester, she’d felt that maybe living in the palace wasn’t a good idea. Since Anna and Kristoff were newlyweds, they naturally wanted privacy, especially when they were intimate with each other. Being in a palace with servants, Elsa, visiting dignitaries, and a nosy snowman (Olaf), they didn’t have any privacy. Before they were married, there was a slight thrill to being intimate without getting caught. Now that they were married, the lack of privacy was getting annoying. The Bjorgmans decided to live in the little cabin that Kristoff had lived in before he came to the palace and where they had their honeymoon.
As Anna sat there, waiting, she thought. (I hope Elsa understands that Kristoff and I need our alone time together, especially since when he goes ice harvesting, he’s gone a lot). The door soon opened. Elsa stood there. “Anna,” Elsa said. “Why are you sitting out here? You know you could’ve come in.” Anna stood up and followed her sister inside. “I didn’t want to intrude. I know you’re busy, what with running Arendelle and all,” Anna said. Anna sat down on the sofa overlooking the large lattice paned window, open royal blue drapes framing the window. The study itself had built-in bookcases filled with tomes. A large globe sat by the windowseat, a chessboard sat on the coffeetable. Elsa’s desk sat in a corner near the fireplace. A fire blazed in the large fireplace. The walls, baseboards, and crown mouldings had rosemaling designs on them. Elsa joined her on the sofa. “So, Anna. What’s on your mind?” “Elsa, I don’t know how to tell you this, but….” She took a deep breath. “Kristoff and I want to live in his cabin in the mountains.” Elsa looked at Anna. “Why?” “We’re not getting any privacy, especially when he and I…you know…get close.” “I think I understand, although you both have done this before without any issues.” “When you’re courting, there’s a thrill with the idea of getting caught but now that Kristoff and I are married, there’s no thrill with not getting privacy, especially with Olaf around.” Elsa thought for a moment. “Well, I suppose you two have my blessing,” Elsa said. “Just remember this, if you two ever want to come home, there is no shame in it.” Anna hugged her older sister. “Thanks for understanding,” she said. “No problem.” Anna soon left, Elsa sitting there, wondering if Anna and Kristoff were making the right choice.
Anna and Kristoff left the palace, the sled packed with all they’d need in their little cabin. Sven rode in a good clip through the mountain paths. “She actually said yes,” Kristoff asked, looking at his new wife, holding Sven’s reins. “Yeah. I’m surprised she did,” Anna said, looking at her new husband. “This is going to be great. Just you and me.” “Yes. Now we can be bad without waking anyone, going to find a private place, and maybe work on making a baby. Plus, no Olaf wondering what we’re doing.” They smiled at that thought. They both really wanted children, especially since they truly enjoyed the they’d do to get there. For a quiet man, Kristoff was very passionate, which made Anna happy. For a spirited woman, Anna was like a living flame in Kristoff’s arms, which made him happy. They soon reached the cabin. They got out of the sled, put Sven into his pen, gave the reindeer two carrots; Kristoff still shared the first one with him (it was only one or don’t kiss Anna…he’d rather kiss Anna, so that was their compromise), and went into their cabin, locking the door behind them (out of habit). The rest of the night had found the princess and her mountain man in their bed, on their table, on a furry rug by the fireplace, on the sofa, on a chair, doing all sorts of deliciously naughty things to each other, getting very into their nocturnal activities.
Over the course of a month, Anna and Kristoff had fallen into a routine: get up, make love, eat breakfast, check on Sven, make love, go on a hike or picnic, make love, go home, eat supper, make love, bathe, make love, and go to bed. Then, Kristoff had to go ice harvesting. At first, Anna was fine with him being gone but then she got bored. One can only read and knit for so long. She also felt a little lonely not having anyone to talk to. When she was at the castle; if Kristoff was away; she’d go into Elsa’s study, put her feet up on her sister’s desk, and make silly faces, determined to get her sister to smile. She’d also help Gerda, Kai, or Cook do things, she’d take her horse out for short rides or go through the marketplace in Arendelle, meeting everyone. She didn’t realize she’d miss that. (When Kristoff comes home, I’ll ask him if we can move back to the palace. I’m sure he won’t mind) she thought.
Kristoff was out with the other harvesters. Sven had noticed that his human best friend couldn’t concentrate. Kristoff had never missed a cut, dropped a tool, or nearly fall into the holes made in the ice. His mind simply wasn’t on his task. His mind was on Anna. He was beyond worried about her. (This probably wasn’t a good idea. I hate her being left all alone out at the cabin. What if highwaymen come or a bear or anything? What if she falls down a mountain? I need to see if she’s okay. Then, I’ll ask her if we can move back to the palace. I’d feel safer and less worried if she’s safe) he thought. He packed up his tools and hitched Sven. “Buddy,” he said. “We gotta check on Anna.” He got into the sled (laden with ice), snapped the reins, and Sven was off in the direction of the cabin.
He soon arrived. He jumped from the sled and ran into the cabin, swinging the door open. Anna was sitting on the sofa by the fireplace, reading. “Thank the gods you’re safe,” Kristoff said, relieved that she was okay. He went to her, picked her up, and rained kisses all over her face, hugging her tight. She dropped her book and hugged him back, raining kisses all over his face, his stubble prickly against her lips. “Hello to you, too, sweetheart,” Anna said, a little stunned. He set her down. “Are you okay?” “Fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” “I was worried about you being out here all alone.” They looked at each other. “Do you want to go back to the palace,” they asked each other. “Yes,” they replied together. “Great. You pack up and we’ll go now,” Kristoff said. “Okay,” Anna said. They quickly packed up what they were taking, locked up the cabin, and got into the sled. “Let’s go home, Sven,” Kristoff said. Sven ran towards the palace in Arendelle, not stopping until he got there.
Kai knocked on the door to Elsa’s study. “Enter,” Elsa said. “Your majesty,” Kai said. “Your sister and brother-in-law are requesting to speak with you. They sat it’s important.” “Very well, send them in, Kai.” Elsa felt relieved. She was about to go to the cabin in the woods to see if Anna and Kristoff wanted to come home. To sweeten the deal, the other wing of the family side of the palace she’d set up for them, so they’d have privacy and she’d get sleep. Truth be told, she missed them both. She missed the chess games she’d play with Kristoff. She missed gossiping with Anna or reading with both of them. Anna and Kristoff came in. “Elsa,” Anna said. “We know you’re busy, so we’ll make this quick.” “You both want to come home,” Elsa said. “How did you know,” Kristoff asked. “Lucky guess. You both can come home. Here, come with me.” They followed Elsa out of the study.
She led them to the other family wing. “This is the wing for visiting relatives,” Anna said. “Yes. It’s now yours and Kristoff’s,” Elsa said, smiling. “Wait, what? Our own wing,” Kristoff asked. “Yes. This way, you can have privacy to be a married couple to do what married couples do and we can still be together as a family. We’ll still eat meals together.” They both hugged Elsa. “Thanks, sis,” Anna said, tears misting her eyes. “Thanks, Elsa,” Kristoff said, trying not to cry. Elsa hugged them both. “I’m just glad to have you guys home.” They soon left to have dinner together. The servants weren’t too thrilled about having to knock first; you never know where or when Anna and Kristoff decided to get intimate with each other, but were glad to have the princess and her ice harvester home. Elsa, Anna, and Kristoff were happy, too.
The end…for now
Okay. I got the idea from my longtime boyfriend. Before he became disabled, he did bodybuilding and was going to try out for The World’s Strongest Man competition. He got me watching it with him. Those dudes are crazy strong! This is where “power” comes in: physical strength. I consider it wildcard AU as well, since it doesn’t quite fit in with the prompts listed. Well, hopefully, you like it. If not, oh well, I tried.
Pairing: Anna and Kristoff
Rating: Teen (just in case) Modern AU
Word Count: not sure. I just kept on till I couldn’t say anymore
Anna and Elsa stood by the guard rail on Miami Beach as they watched the competitors for The World’s Strongest Man vie for the Charles Atlas trophy, a cash prize of $10,000.00, and the ultimate bragging rights. Elsa was sweltering in the humid Miami air, despite the ocean breezes. Anna was warm, too, but she really wanted to be there. As heiresses to the Lindquist high rise condominium empire on the Art Deco district and holdings in the cruise lines, they didn’t have to be out on South Beach with the commonfolk, but Anna loved watching these athletes show off their strength. Lately, she’d been having feelings other than friendship with one of the competitors, Kristoff Bjorgman. He was always there for her; from lending a hand in maintenance to their condos to punching Hans Westergard (her ex-fiance) when he got rude to just talking when he had lost his wife of five years, Mary, to uterine cancer. Anna, at twenty-two had never been married while Kristoff, at twenty-five had been a childless widower for two years. Truth be told, she wanted him ever since they had met when he was seventeen and she was fourteen. She was crushed when he got married but Mary Diaz was a nice lady albeit a little stand-offish. Anna, at Elsa’s urging, got engaged to Hans but he was controlling, abusive, and unfaithful, so she dumped him.
Kristoff had been eager to become a strong man ever since his adopted father, Pabbie Bjorn and his wife Bulda, had competed in Mr. and Ms. Universe competitions, respectively. Mr. Universe didn’t really appeal to Kris but one day, at thirteen, about three years after he was adopted by the Bjorns, he saw The World’s Strongest Man on ESPN, he became hooked. He’d lift weights every day after school in his Cutler Ridge home. He’d impressed every girl and made every boy jealous of him, but Kristoff, being shy and distrustful, had no friends, except the little redheaded heiress, Anna Lindquist. He worked at the little diner on the beach (it belonged to Bulda) where Anna had hung out after school. They became fast friends. Anna had a way of pulling Kristoff out of his shell. He only really trusted her, Pabbie, Bulda, his trainer Olaf Svensen, and Mary. Mary had went to school with Kristoff (Anna went to an exclusive, all girls private school while Kristoff went to a public school). Kristoff, already being large built and 6'3" by the time he was eighteen, took to weight lifting like a duck takes to water. Now, as he waited his turn at the barrel toss segment of the competition, he scanned the crowd. He saw Anna there, smiling. (God, she looks beautiful) he thought. Who could blame him, really? She was petite, about 5'1", svelte, peaches and cream skin with freckles (he loved those), blue eyes that sometimes looked turquoise in the right light, and long strawberry hair, which today was in a French braid. She was wearing a pale pink tank top and floral shorts that looked like a miniskirt (all fluttery in the breeze), with pink jelly sandals. He saw her older sister there beside her. He liked Elsa. She was always nice to him. Today, she wore a white sleeveless blouse, blue jean shorts, blue flip-flops, and her platinum blonde hair in a French braid.
He put chalk onto his large hands, encased in fingerless weight lifting gloves. He wore a weight lifting belt around his trim waist, blue shorts, a white T-shirt with the logos of the competition’s sponsors on it, and weight lifters shoes. His thick, shaggy blond hair blew in the breeze, the ends reaching the collar of his shirt. His brown eyes scanned the crowd again. He winked at Anna, who smiled. He was not pretty boy handsome like Hans but ruggedly handsome, like his Viking ancestors of old.
Olaf stood next to Kristoff. He held a water bottle. Olaf was a former World’s Strongest Man. He was in his sixties with white hair, kind brown eyes, and reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He wore gray shorts, a T-shirt like Kristoff’s, and a whistle on a lanyard around his thick neck. “Okay, kid, you’re up. Remember what I taught you,” Olaf said. “Okay, I can do this,” Kristoff said. (I can because Anna’s the only one other than Mama Bulda and Daddy Pabbie who believes in me) he thought. He remembered even his late wife not wanting him to try out for The World’s Strongest Man. (Too many muscles are making me think ‘quienes mas macho.’ I know you’re doing this all natural, no steroids; but I don’t like it) Mary had told him. (I think it’s cool! Those guys can lift really heavy stuff. Good luck) Anna had told him. Soon, he heard the announcer: “Ladies and gentlemen, here’s our next competitor. From Cutler Ridge, Florida; standing at 6'3” and weighing 270 lbs., our very own Kristoff Bjorgman.“ Kristoff stepped out into the competition area. Everyone cheered, especially Anna. He smiled at her, the secret kind that she knew was just for her. He got into his stance. He saw Bulda and Pabbie next to Anna, smiling and cheering. He owed much to these two people who’d saved him from foster homes. He’d lost his real parents when he was seven after a boating accident in the Everglades (Anna’s parents died in a yachting accident years ago, so they had that in common). He loved those short, middle-aged, kindhearted people who took him in and loved him as their own. He lifted the first steel barrel, tossing it over his head. It went over a tall field goalpost with a pole laying horizontally in the center. He lifted and tossed all seven of the barrels in a time of 1 minute, 30 seconds, pushing out the Polish forerunner, Yuri Baczyk. He left the area and went back to Olaf.
“Kid, you did terrific,” Olaf said, patting Kristoff’s sweaty broad shoulder. “Thanks,” Kristoff said, his eyes on Anna. Lately, he wanted more than a friendship with her. She was like a little hurricane and although he had loved Mary, he had always felt that his heart really belonged to Anna. She always encouraged him, was always there for him (even though she had to spend time with him in secret, lest Hans find out. Mary didn’t have a problem with Anna; to her, Anna and Elsa were Kristoff’s bosses), hell, she even exercised with him and helped him do maintenance work. She was beyond wealthy but she acted like a normal girl. “Okay, your next event is the truck pull. You okay? Is your back okay?” “Yeah. I’m good.” He did pull a muscle in his back last week practicing but Anna had massaged Icy Hot onto the sore area for him when she visited him at his little house not too far from Bulda’s. He trembled, but not from pain, remembering her gentle touch. He was pretty sure she trembled, too. He relaxed and waited.
Anna heard the announcer say that the next event was the truck pull. She remembered last week. To practice, Kristoff had hooked Anna’s Dodge Charger to his Ford F350 and Bulda’s Ford Escape. He pulled them but hurt his back doing it, despite holding a rope, putting the vehicles in neutral, and pulling carefully. Anna fawned over him. She led him into his house and into his bedroom. (Poor baby) she’d said. (Let me make you feel better). (It’ll be okay) he’d said, his blush as red as a lobster. (Nonsense! Take your shirt off and lay on the bed on your belly please). He did as asked. He saw her mouth the words ‘sweet Jesus’ when he took his tank top off. Gorgeously well-defined, muscular, with washboard abs that looked like the King of Hershey bars. His chest was deep set and liberally sprinkled with soft blond chest hair. A faint line of hair trailed down from under his bellybutton and into his shorts. She straddled his hips, a tube of Icy Hot in her small, French manicured hands. He felt the cool menthol ointment go onto his back. Her touch was gentle, which made his dick get hard (harder than it had ever been with Mary). The skin of her inner thighs felt like silk against his sides and he felt the damp cotton of her panties when she kinda sat on the small of his back (she weighed only 120lbs., she was light for him), knowing she was as affected by him as he was by her. He had flushed scarlet then. She got off of him, blushing fiercely. Hans never made her feel that way. They couldn’t look at each other then, hearts racing like the cars on the track of the Daytona 500. Motley Crue’s “Piece of Your Action” played on the MP3 player then, she clearly remembered (and so did he).
The announcer called Kristoff to the competition area. He grabbed his rope, hands full of chalk. The grille of the semi truck was clipped to a rope that was clipped to his weight belt and the suspender looking straps on his back and chest. The truck was in neutral. A whistle blew. He started pulling. He managed to come in first place, pulling at 3 minutes even, beating out the English competitor Clive Howarth. He did rub on his back a little. (He’s hurting) Anna thought, watching Kristoff intently. “Will he be okay,” Bulda asked. “I hope so,” Anna said. “There’s only one more event, the boulders.” Bulda liked Anna; treated her like a daughter. Truth be told, Bulda and Pabbie liked Anna better than they did Mary. Mary and her family had been a little stand-offish while Anna was like sunshine; warm and friendly. Bulda secretly hoped that her Krissy and Anna would wind up together as more than friends. Anna’s engagement ended last year. Krissy lost Mary two years ago. Now was the time for them to hook up, in Bulda’s opinion. Kristoff stood with a former World’s Strongest Man, for a quick interview. Both women watched as Kristoff spoke to the man for a minute, then the announcer let them break for twenty minutes as they tallied up the scores. Kristoff went to his little cheering section.
“How are you holding up, son,” Bulda asked. “A little sore but okay, Mama Bulda,” Kristoff said, using his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow, his shaggy bangs dripping. “That looked painful,” Elsa said, fanning herself. “You okay,” Anna asked, genuine concern in her eyes. “I’ll be okay, Anna. Don’t worry about me.” “I gotta worry about you, Kristoff. It’s my job.” “You’re doing great, son,” Pabbie said, patting Kristoff’s arm. “Thanks, Daddy Pabbie.” “Come here for a second.” He bent to Anna’s level. She stood on tippy toes and cupped her hands close to his left ear. “Later, I’ll take care of you. I want to. Good luck and I love you, no matter what,” Anna whispered. His eyes widened at her confession. She loved him! He turned, cupping his hands close to her left ear. “Okay. I love you, too, no matter what,” Kristoff whispered. Her eyes widened at his confession. He loved her! Soon, the announcer spoke: “Ladies and gentlemen. We have the names of our three finalists. They are: Yuri Baczyk, Clive Howarth, and Kristoff Bjorgman. Would our finalists approach the competition area please?” “Gotta go. I’ll see you in a bit,” Kristoff said. Just as he was about to go, Anna took his hand. He spun to face her. She cupped Kristoff’s face in her hands, a faint trace of stubble on his jaw, chin, and upper lip. She gently kissed his lips. “Good luck,” Anna said, blushing. He blushed, too. He kissed her back. “See you soon,” he said. He quickly left. Elsa whispered in her sister’s ear. “Date him already. You’re hard up for him and he’s hard up for you. I approve. He’s good for you and you’re good for him.” Anna smiled.
All three men made it to the competition area. They would be putting boulders onto pillars. Whoever got the most in the shortest amount of time would be declared the winner. The whistle sounded. All three men started. There were eight total in increasing weights. Clive made it to four before stopping. Yuri dropped the sixth one, right onto his foot, breaking it. Kristoff got all eight. The whistle blew. The announcer spoke. “We have a winner! This year’s World’s Strongest Man is Kristoff Bjorgman!” Everyone cheered, clapped, whistled, and shouted. Olaf came up to Kristoff. “Good job, kid,” he said. “Thanks,” Kristoff replied, shaking Olaf’s hand. Anna jumped over the guard rail and ran to Kristoff. She jumped into his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his thick neck. She hugged him tightly, her cheek pressed against his chest, sweaty and warm. “Congratulations, Krissy! I knew you could do it,” she murmured. “Thanks, Anna. For everything,” he murmured, holding her tight, stroking her back. She reached up and he bent low. Their lips met in a soft, sweetly romantic kiss. “I want to be your girlfriend.” “I’d love to be your boyfriend.” “Great!” “To me, it’s better than any trophy.” She held his trophy as the hosts gave it to him. “Congratulations, Kristoff,” the host said. “Now that you’ve won, what are your plans for next year?” “Train and be with my girlfriend.” They smiled and kissed again. Anna had finally got her World’s Strongest Man: her Kristoff. He was happy to win the contest but he was happier to have his little redheaded heiress; a little woman with a strong heart.
The end…for now…
Here’s my idea for the prompt “Frohana” week. It’s called “Dysfunctional Thanksgiving.” Here’s the lineup:
Pairing: Anna and Kristoff (with appearances by Elsa and the family)
Rating: Teen (for make out and swearing) Modern AU
Word Count: lost count somewhere
Elsa decided to host Thanksgiving dinner at her estate this year. This would be the first time she’d host a holiday dinner. Anna and Kristoff were engaged and would be getting married in February. She’d invited them, Hulda, Cliff, Grand Pabbie, and all the guys in the construction company (some of whom were Kristoff’s bandmates in Dark Troll), Gerda and Kai (who were supposed to be off that day), and even her late father Agdar’s older sister Retha. Anna and Elsa didn’t get along with their only aunt, who had been estranged for years. She hoped that Retha didn’t start anything. Retha was a SNOB! She liked Hans and had hated Arendelle Construction Company and the guys who worked it. She hated that Anna was marrying Kristoff, the head foreman. Elsa took a few gulps of chardonnay to calm her nerves.
Anna, Kristoff, the guys, and Kristoff’s adopted family were in the family room. They were watching the Detroit Lions take on the Dallas Cowboys for the annual Thanksgiving football game. Anna sat in Kristoff’s lap, playing with his long blond hair, tied back in a low ponytail. He wore a nice beige Nordic sweater and new blue jeans. His high-tops were also new. Because of Aunty Retha, Anna made sure her Krissy dressed nice. Anna dressed nice, too. She wore a matching sweater, a cream colored pencil skirt, white tights, and knee high boots. Her long strawberry hair was down, partially tied back with a cream colored ribbon. Hulda was helping Cook and Gerda in the kitchen. Kai set the table. Elsa came into the family room. Jens drank a beer. Jorvik and his wife Helga enjoyed some appetizers that Elsa had made (they were the only ones who showed up; the others had commitments with their families). Elsa sat down next to Cliff. Grand Pabbie had dozed off in the recliner; Sven, Olaf, and Marshmallow at his feet and on his lap. “Did I miss anything,” Elsa asked, tapping her wineglass. “You nervous about something, Skinny,” Cliff asked. “Oh, just my aunt coming here.” “I know. Kris told me that she’s not nice.” “I just want this to be a nice dinner.” “We’ll behave. Oh, and Dallas is winning by a field goal.” “Thanks.” Elsa got up and went back to the kitchen.
The doorbell rang. Anna got up. “I’ll get it,” she said. She went to the door and opened it. There stood Retha Lind-Nordstrom, Anna and Elsa’s paternal aunt. She was in her early fifties, with neatly coiffed brown hair, green eyes, freckles, and tall, about 5 8" with her Jimmy Choos on. She wore an ermine fur coat over a gold Gucci dress. She had a Virginia Slims in her fingers. She reeked of Fendi perfume. “Anna,” she said in her gravelly voice. “Why are you opening doors? You have servants for that.” She stepped inside, taking her coat off. “Here then. Hang that.” “Hello to you, too, Aunty Retha,” Anna said, fuming. Anna shut the door as Retha walked past the grand hallway. She hung her aunt’s coat on the hook as Elsa came into the hallway. “Hello, Aunt Retha,” Elsa said, cringing. “Already hitting the wine bottle, Elsa? Goodness, my dear. Your pantsuit is dreadfully wrinkled! You have your sister opening doors, too? Is that football I hear? Anna, Hans doesn’t watch that dreadful sport.” “Aunty Retha, I broke up with Hans over a year ago.” “I invited some of my workers here. Anna’s fiance is in there, too.“ “Oh yes, your head foreman. That big, blond haired man who looks like one of those heavy metal ruffians who look like felons. Anna, really, you could do much better than him. You should go back to Hans.” She walked into the family room. Anna and Elsa looked at each other.
“If she’s going to act like a bitch, I’m gonna call her out,” Anna said, clenching her fists. “Relax, Anna. She’s middle-aged and set in her ways,” Elsa said, clutching her wineglass. Cliff, Jens, Jorvik, Helga, Hulda, and Kristoff looked up when they came in. Grand Pabbie still slept in the recliner. Sven growled at Retha. Olaf and Marshmallow went up to Retha, sniffing her shoes. Olaf cocked his little leg and peed on Retha’s shoe. “Elsa! Your dog is urinating on my shoe! Who are all these people,” Retha said. Kai came in just then. “Kai, let the dogs out please. Get some paper towels and clean up here,” Elsa said. “Yes, Miss,” Kai said, leaving to go get the things needed. “Aunty Retha, these people are like family to us. Some of them are family. This is Jens, Jorvik, Helga; she’s Jorvik’s wife; Grand Pabbie, Hulda, Cliff; they’re Kristoff’s adopted family; and my fiance Kristoff Bjorgman,” Anna said. Kristoff stood up and went to Retha. He held out his hand. She reluctantly took it. “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Nordstrom,” Kristoff said. “Wish I could say the same thing,” Retha said coldly. She forced herself to politely shake his hand. “Is Gerda in the kitchen? I must speak with her.” “Yes.” Retha walked out, barefoot, to the kitchen.
“Anna, Elsa, I hate to say this, but your aunt is acting like a cunt,” Kristoff said, looking at them. “No offense taken, Krissy. She’s always been like that. Our dad didn’t like hanging out with his sister much. We only see her at holidays, then not all of them at that,” Anna explained. “She’s rude,” Hulda said, sipping on her can of Diet Coke. “She’s always been rude. Money and status is all she cares about,” Elsa explained. Kai cleaned up Olaf’s “mess,” Cliff let the dogs out to help out. Dallas won the football game by a touchdown. “I’d better help Gerda get everything on the table,” Hulda said. “Can I help,” Helga asked. “Sure. Best we do something before the Wicked Witch of the West says anything.” They left. Elsa went to Grand Pabbie. “Pabbie, wake up. It’s almost time to eat,” Elsa said, gently tapping the old man’s shoulder. Pabbie woke up. “The game over? Dinner’s ready? Okay,” he said groggily, getting up. He stumbled a little. Kristoff and Anna ran over and helped him. “Miss Elsa, I’m afraid of your aunt,” Jens said, straightening his sweater. “It’s okay, Jens. We’ll make it through this meal,” Elsa said. (I hope) she thought.
Ten minutes later, everyone was in the formal dining room. The table was long, rectangular, made of oak, and beautifully decorated with white table linens, russet napkins, crystal flutes, and fancy silverware. The china was a pretty white with etched leaves. Retha sat at the head of the table, Elsa on her left, Anna on her right. Kristoff sat beside Anna. Cliff sat beside Elsa. Hulda sat beside Cliff, Pabbie beside Kristoff, Helga beside Pabbie, Jorvik beside Helga, and Jens beside Hulda. Kai and Gerda served everyone before joining them. “Pabbie, would you like to say grace,” Elsa asked. He nodded. “Bow your heads, everyone, please,” Pabbie said. Everyone bowed their heads. “Lord, we thank You for this meal that we’re about to enjoy. We thank You for Your wisdom and guidance. Help those who truly need it. We keep You all year with us. Amen!” “Amen,” everyone said. Everyone ate in silence. Truth be told, Retha made everyone hesitant to say anything. “Elsa, is your chef the same as my late brother Agdar had hired,” Retha asked. “Yes, why,” Elsa asked. “Her cooking has vastly improved. My compliments.” “I’ll tell her.” Retha’s turned to Anna. “Anna, I really wish you’d call Hans. That poor boy must be beside himself, you breaking his heart and downgrading like that.” Before Anna could reply, Hulda said something. “Retha, what do you have against my adopted son marrying your niece,” she demanded. “The young man is beneath her stature. He’s poor. He labors with his hands. He plays the devil’s music. He looks like a felon. I’m surprised he doesn’t beat my niece. Hans was charming, wealthy, a gentleman. He should be here now, not Kristoffer.” Quiet, shy, reserved Kristoff had had enough of Retha putting him down and making him feel like he wasn’t good enough for Anna. He stood up.
“With all due respect, Miss Retha, I think you’re wrong! Hans cheated on Anna! He was cruel to her, but you win! I can’t take this shit anymore,” Kristoff said angrily. No one had seen him so mad. His face was red, his hands clenched into fists. He threw his napkin down onto his empty plate, glared at her, gave Anna a lingering look, and left. “Kristoff! Wait,” Anna said, tears in her eyes. “Thanks a lot, Aunty Retha! If he walks out that door, I’ll never forgive you!” She got up and ran after him. The night soon turned into a screaming match. Jens and Jorvik looked at each other. “Elsa, we’re leaving,” Jorvik said. “Sorry, guys. See you on Monday,” Elsa said. They left. Cliff, Pabbie, and Hulda left, apologizing to Elsa. She nodded, accepting their apology. Elsa looked at Retha. She was furious!
“Are you happy now, Aunt Retha,” Elsa snapped. “Whether you like it or not, Hans is not in Anna’s life anymore! He was an asshole to her! I’m glad she broke up with him! I like Kristoff! He’s sweet, kind, caring, and totally devoted to Anna. He loves her so much! He’d die for her if he had to. Dad saw something in Kristoff when he hired him. Kristoff has been here since he was sixteen. He’s my friend, like a brother to me. So, you’d better be nice to him! Kristoff is a part of this family! If you don’t like it, too damn bad!” She got up and stormed off, leaving Retha sitting there, fuming and going into her purse for a Virginia Slims. (My late brother raised these girls all wrong! He’d be rolling in his grave, Idun, too. Rude, bossy, arrogant, defiant. Both of them like Agdar! They shouldn’t act this way) Retha thought. Then she had an epiphany. (The girls were right. I’m wrong) she thought.
Anna found Kristoff sitting on a bench in the garden. Sven was at his side. He was stroking the German Shepherd’s back, tears in his eyes. “You okay, babe,” she asked quietly, sitting beside him, taking his free hand in both of hers, stroking his fingers. “Maybe your aunt’s right. Maybe I’m not good enough for you,” he said, tears falling from his brown eyes. “You listen to me, Kristoff,” Anna said, her voice a little on the angry side, tears in her blue eyes. “Fuck Aunty Retha! She’s a damn snob! Always had been one. You’re perfect for me! I love you! I’ll never want or love anyone but you! For better or worse, we belong to each other!” She crawled into his lap. He held her, Sven getting on the ground. “I love you, Anna! You’re right. If I walk away, your aunt wins. I’m not going to let her win. You’re my girl! You’re all I could ever want or need! Besides, your dad and mom always liked me.” “Yes they did. Elsa does, too.” They looked at each other. They kissed each other softly on the lips. Soon, their kiss became deeper, his tongue delving between her parted lips, her tongue teasing his. Elsa came outside, startling them just as Anna put Kristoff’s hand on her knee and he snaked it up her skirt. She cleared her throat. “Sorry,” Elsa said. “May I join you guys?” “Yeah,” Anna said, not bothering to get off of Kristoff’s lap, which was a good thing because he had a hard-on. “Kristoff, ignore my aunt. She’s always been like that. You’re a part of this family. You always will be.”
He smiled. “Thanks, Elsa,” he said. “I’m going to love being a part of this family. Your mom and dad would be proud of you guys. Elsa, I enjoy working alongside you. You’re like a sister to me. Anna, you’re my world. I couldn’t make it without you, babe.” He took Elsa’s hand, squeezing it in a brotherly way. She squeezed back. He held Anna. She held him back. Kai came out. “Miss Anna, Miss Elsa, Master Kristoff, your Aunt Retha has sent me to fetch you. She would like to speak with you,” he said. Anna slid off of Kristoff’s lap. They got up and went inside. Retha was at the front door, putting her coat on. She looked at them.
“Elsa, Anna, and Kristoff,” Retha said. “I’m sorry for being rude. I thought about Agdar and Idun. They did a fine job raising you girls. You are beautiful, well-rounded young ladies. Kristoff, please forgive me. You’re a good young man. You’ll do a fine job being with Anna. She’s lucky to have you. I wish Hans could be like you but he’s like me, which is a shame.” She offered her hand. Kristoff surprised Retha by hugging her. Retha was stunned at first but she hugged him back. “You both have my blessing besides Elsa’s. I’m going home.” She left. “I’m glad this happened. I wonder what made Aunt Retha change her mind,” Elsa asked. “I don’t know. Maybe she thought about how good hearted Mom and Daddy were,” Anna said. “It’s good she had a change of heart. Life’s too short for petty bullshit,” Kristoff said. “Group hug!” Kristoff scooped both sisters into his large, muscled arms. Both sisters clung to him. They hugged, knowing that they would always be a happy family.
The end…for now
frozenprocedural