Let It Go

"Elsa, I can't live like this anymore!" "Then leave." Anna felt hot tears pricking at her eyes and her voice was hoarse when she forced out the reply; "Maybe I will." A different take on Frozen. {Contains Kristanna and Helsa. Rated Y for slight implied rape and some slight sexual contact, though no full-out frick-frack}


3. Chapter Three

Quick Note from Prez Cipher: YAY UPDATE! And, odds are, Helsa and Kristanna will be the shippings for this story. Thank you guys so much for your patience!


Kristoff Bjorgman entered Wandering Oaken's Trading Post and Sauna, looking around. It had begun to snow, and though he tried to maintain a stoic look on his face, he was beginning to get worried about his ice business.

Assuming he was the only one to be out, he was a little surprised to see a redhead chatting away cheerfully with Oaken. She had something of an awkward air about her, but she seemed familiar somehow.


"Conceal, don't feel. Conceal, don't feel. Conceal, don't -"

The door to Elsa's bedroom was burst open as she paced the floor. Luckily, she hadn't frosted the room over quite yet. For just a moment, she had expected it to be Anna, and a relieved smile cut across her face, but it was quickly replaced by disappointment when she realized that a handsome gentleman had entered the room.

She recognized the man as the one her sister was so convinced was her true love. Normally, she might have rolled her eyes, but the reminder made her heart sink with regret. She put the poised look back on her face.

"May I help you . . ." She tried to remember his name. "Prince Hans of the Southern Isles?"

"Your Highness, there is no need to be so formal." Hans bowed.

"If I needn't be formal, neither do you."

Hans chuckled nervously and straightened. "So... wonderful weather we're having."

Is he trying to make small talk? "How are you still in the castle? The staff was supposed to take everyone out."

"I hid behind a door in the rush. Nobody found me." He approached her, seeming too confident in himself for her liking. "Do you know anything about the snow?"

"No." Elsa lied, backing away as he came closer. He made her feel uncomfortable. She didn't understand what her sister had seen in him.

"Maybe I could help you figure it out, then."

But the look on his face told her that he already knew. She gulped.

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