Frozen Heart

In Summer

"Hang on. We like to go fast," Kristoff warned, the three of squeezed in his sleigh.

"We like fast." Anna kicked her feet up and put them on the dash, her hands behind her head.

Kristoff reached over and pulled her legs off. "Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa! Get your feet down. This is fresh lacquer. Seriously, were you raised in a barn?" He spat on the dash, ricocheting and hitting Anna in the face.

Disgusted, she wiped it off with her mitten. "Ugh! No, I was raised in a castle."

Unbothered, Kristoff polished the sled to his satisfaction. "Hm. So, tell me, what made the king go all ice-crazy?"

Y/n glanced at Anna sideways and snarked, "Hm. That's a good question. Wanna answer that, Anna?"

"Ugh...fine, I guess it was my fault. I got engaged and he freaked out because I'd only just met him, you know, that day. And he said he wouldn't bless the marriage -"

But Kristoff, eyes growing in thought, cut her off. "Wait. You got engaged to someone you just met that day?"

"Yeah. Anyway, I got mad and so he got mad. And then he tried to walk away and I grabbed his glove -"

"Hang on," he said again, putting his hand in front of her. "You mean to tell me you got engaged to someone you just met that day?!"

Y/n crossed her arms, smirking in amusement at how bewildered the ice harvester was.

"Yes. Pay attention," Anna firmly snapped, annoyed. "But the thing is, he wore gloves all the time. At least that's what Y/n told me. I don't know, I never really saw him. So I just thought, 'Maybe he has a thing about dirt.' "

"Didn't your parents ever warn you about strangers?!" Kristoff cried, still stuck on the princess' engagement.

Scooting closer to Y/n, she answered, "Yeeees, they did. But Hans is not a stranger."

"No, of course not. You met once upon a dream," her friend replied, heaving a sigh.

"Oh yeah? What's his last name?" Kristoff asked.

"Of-the-Southern-Isles," Anna replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"That's definitely wrong," Y/n added in.

"Favorite food?"

"Sandwiches."

"Not specific enough."

"Best friend's name?"

"Probably John."

"He has friends?"

"Foot size?"

"Foot size doesn't matter."

"I'm uncomfortable."

"What if you don't like the way he eats?" Kristoff continued. "What if you don't like the way he picks his nose?"

"Picks his nose?" Anna asked, disgusted.

"And eats it?"

"..........dude, what the hell?" Y/n asked. "Besides, he's a prince."

Kristoff looked back ahead in silence for a minute. "All men do it."

"Ew!"

"Double ew."

"Look, it doesn't matter. It's true love!" Anna declared.

"Doesn't sound like true love."

"Your Highness, I'm inclined to agree with him," Y/n replied. "I mean, think about it. What do you really know about Hans besides he's a prince?"