Frozen: Kristoff and Anna

Chapter Twenty Three

Scirent's POV

My parents had finally exited the castle after only the most drawn out goodbyes. I grabbed Olaf's stickly arm and dragged him to the courtyard.
"Olaf-y! Can we go on an adventure?"
I smiled big and proud down at the confused snowman.
"Oh, well um, Scirent, I don't know anything about what to do and not to do... But Anna is trusting me with the duties of a gentlesnowmen. Scirent-" I ran down the cobblestone path pushing past guards with ease.
"Took too long!" I hollered back to Olaf.

Anna's POV

As the sleigh was filled with the packed "essentials". Kristoff blabbered on about how stupid it was of us to leave precious Scirent with Olaf the irresponsible snowman. I frowned and grabbed his hand, slowly looking up.
"Kristoff Bjorman. Relax. This is a vacation for Relaxation!" I spun the tip of my strawberry blonde hair, and planted a kiss on Kristoff's cheek. "The more you relax," I promised, "The more you get." I laughed and played back a little. I did then allow myself to think back to Olaf and how maybe more protection would be better for Scirent. But I quickly dismissed the thought. I settled into Kristoff's side, cuddling as he smiles. Sven hollers and we rush down the slopes to our first destination... Raspberry Fields.

Scirent's POV

The city square was buzzing with the sounds and smells of shops and eager customers. I smiled at passing people and waved to all the owners around the busy streets. I figured Id need a bag and warmer clothes for my big adventure. A light bulb beamed as I entered 'Oaken's Traveling Goods' a new and improved shop that presently sat below a hat shop. Mommy told me the stories of Oaken and Daddy. But I still wanted to see for myself the horrible man, seven stories tall, bellowing the smells of pickled onions and the strength of 40 Sven's. As I pushed the door open a loud voice called,
"Welcome to Oaken's Traveling Goods, for all your adventuring needs!" The voice was thick with accent and was sporting a different motto then what my Mommy had told me.
"Hello..?" I peaked out from behind a shelf.
"Welcome ta Oaken's Traveling Goods, far all yar traveling needs!" I stared at the shops warm toasty feeling.
"Do you have any -" Oaken cut me off.
"Velcome ta Oaken's Travalin' Goods, far alla yar traveling needs!" I frowned.
"Excuse me sir!" I stomped up to the desk.
"Velcoma ta Oaken's Tavlin' Gads, far alla yer tavlin' needs!" I barely understood the man. But as I looked up at the desk it was empty. Only a buzzer system sat with a picture of Oaken that read "Oaken is showering. Be back a in a minutes." I groaned as I sat on the dusty floor waiting.