Frozen: Brooklyn's Snowflake

Chapter 9

Now the odd group were in a sled Kristoff personally owned for his ice business; sledding along the snow with Sven pulling the sleigh.

Brooklyn held onto the edges of his seat, amazed at how fast Sven was with galloping. Kristoff smiled at the looks on their faces. "Hang on, we like to go fast!"

Anna put her feet up. Brooklyn was in the back while she was in the front. He grinned slightly at Anna's boldness but hoped they'd find Elsa.

"I like fast!" Anna said. Kristoff pushed her feet down. "Whoa, whoa! Get your feet down. This is fresh lacquer seriously, were you raised in a barn?" He spat onto where she put her feet.

Brooklyn frowned in disapproval. "No, she came from a castle, and me, though I'm really from Manhattan New York," he said. Kristoff merely shrugged and kept steering.

"So tell me guys, what made the queen go all ice crazy?" He questioned. Brooklyn didn't really want to talk about it, rubbing his arms but Anna was all for it.

"Well, uh, it was all my fault. I got engaged but she and Brook freaked out because I only met him that day and she said she wouldn't bless the marriage—!" Brooklyn felt embarrassed when being mentioned. "Anna, don't..." he said as Kristoff interrupted, but not about Elsa not approving the marriage.

"Hold on, you got engaged to someone you just met that day?" He asked in shock. This somewhat surprised Brooklyn at his outburst but was happy that he sided with his views of Anna marrying someone she just met.

Anna rolled her eyes. "Yeah. But then she got mad, then I got mad and I grabbed her glove..." but Kristoff wasn't done yet. "You mean to tell me you got engaged to someone you just met that day?!" Brooklyn sighed a bit, facepalming himself now. "Uh, she heard you the first time," he said sourly.

She continued. "The thing is she wore the gloves all the time. So I just thought maybe she just had a thing about dirt." This made Brooklyn facepalm at that notion. Kristoff raised his brow. "Didn't your parents teach you about strangers?" He asked. At that Anna scootched away. Brooklyn remained where he was. "Yes, they did. But Hans is not a stranger."

Brooklyn narrowed his eyes. "If you know him as well as me, then what's his last name?" Anna scoffed at him. "Duh, 'Of the Southern Isles'!"

Kristoff kept up the questions until he asked the grossest one. "What if you hate the way he picks his nose?" Anna and Brooklyn both glanced at each other in disgust. "Picks his nose?" Anna asked, grimacing.

"And eats it!" Smirked Kristoff. Anna glared. "Excuse me sir, but he is a prince!"

But Kristoff didn't take her Prince excuse. "All men do it!" He stated. Brooklyn frowned. "Hey, that's not true!" He snapped since he was male. Kristoff's eyes were laughing however. Anna shook her head. "Look! It doesn't matter, it's true love!"

The red gargoyle took her shoulder. "Anna-" he said before Kristoff interrupted. "Doesn't sound like true love." He interjected. Brooklyn grinned that they met the most realistic person even with his men eating their own nasal fluids theory. "Thank you." Raising her brow at Brooklyn Anna spoke again. "What, are you some sort of love expert?" Kristoff's eyes shifted. "Uh, no. But I have friends who are."

"Who are your friends?" Brooklyn asked. Anna nodded. "Yeah, I would like to meet these friends—." Kristoff put a hand over her mouth while shushing Brooklyn.

Anna pushed the hand off her mouth and tried to talk again but got shushed once more. Kristoff looked around with a lamp. Brooklyn suddenly smelled something in the air, like an animal that wasn't Sven.

"What's wrong?" Anna whispered softly. Brooklyn's eyes had begun to glow. "There's enemies close," he whispered, seeing eyes in the gloom which revealed to be a pack of wolves. Kristoff's eyes rounded.