Frozen retold

Trouble

Kristoff held Sven's reins tight, steering the sled through the thick snow. The night sky was cloudy with no sign of the snow stopping soon.

"Hang on!" Kristoff yelled at Anna, "We like to go fast!"

Sven began to mush forward at a fast speed.

"I like fast," Anna replied. As she leaned back in the sled and threw her feet up on the front of the sled.

"Get your feet off," Kristoff scoffed. "This is fresh lacquer." He said as he shoved Anna's feet off, "seriously, were you born in a barn?" He asked as he leaned over to spit shine the spot her feet were.

"No, I was raised in a castle," she replied as she looked at him disgusted.

A few moments passed as they rode in silence. After looking at Anna off and on he began to feel like he had seen her once before.

"Have we met before?" Kristoff asks in suspicion. "I feel like I've seen you somewhere?"

Anna just looked at him like he was crazy. There was no way he could have known her, she had been stuck behind the castle gates her entire life.

"Never mind..." Kristoff quickly added so the moment didn't get any more awkward.

"So, tell me, "Kristoff started, "what made the queen go all ice crazy?"

"Well, it was all my fault really," Anna admitted. "I got engaged and she freaked out, because I'd only just met the guy, you know, that day. And she wouldn't bless the marriage."

"Wait," Kristoff snorted, "you're saying you got engages to someone you just met that day?" Asked Kristoff in shock.

"Yeah, anyways," Anna continued, ignoring his comment. "I got mad and yelled at her, and she tried walking away, so I grabbed he glove and..."

"Wait. You got engaged to someone you just met that day?" Repeated Kristoff but a little louder this time.

"Yes, are you even listening?" Anna snapped. "The thing is, she wore the gloves all the time, so I thought maybe girl's just got a thing about dirt?"

"Didn't your parents ever warn you about stranger?" Kristoff asked.

Looking at Kristoff, and slowly scooting away from him, "yes, yes they did." After all, we was a stranger. "But Hans is not a stranger."

"Oh, Yeah? What's his last name?" Kristoff asked raising an eye brow at Anna.

Anna had to think about that for a minute, "Of the Southern Isles?" she offered.

"What's his favorite food?" Kristoff asked.

"Sandwiches" Anna said hesitantly, they had talked about sandwiches.

"Best friends name?" Kristoff quickly spit out.

"Probably John," Anna replied, reflecting on the fact that many people had the name John, so maybe Han's best friend would be names John too?

"Eye color?" Kristoff continued.

"Dreamy." Anna smiled.

"Have you even had a meal with this guy yet?" Kristoff asked. "What if you can't stand the way he eats? What if you hate the way he picks his nose?"

"Picks his nose?" Anna asks, crinkling her forehead.

"Yep, and eats it!" Kristoff happily added.

"Excuse me sir, he is a prince!" said Anna defensively.

"All men do it." He said shaking his head.

"Ewwww!" Anna said as she made a grossed out face. "Look, it doesn't matter. It's true love."