These posts are going to start to jump in the overall timeline. I have a general idea of this thing. [time(A + E - conflict) = Good romance ending] but not about how to get from the embarrassing first encounter to the fluffy ending in a straight forward fashion. So it’s going to time skip and not all of them are going to be in order. But I’ll try to keep posting these because you lovely people like them.





Kristoff liked walks, which was a good thing since his dog Sven loved them. He loved them so much that his owner took him out for a walk twice a day. However every three days, or on the weekends if the week was too busy, they would get to the park for a game of ball. The park was great, there were always a few other people and their dogs there unless the weather was too bad for even the hardcore joggers. That meant playmates for Sven and awkward silences or pseudo-conversations for Kristoff.

The park however was a twenty minute walk from his apartment and a somewhat tedious game of Frogger across a major highway. After that they followed a smaller road that branched off toward a horizon of trees. Along the edge, where the larger road turned into the park there was a path that led into a small wooded area that bordered the road. It wasn’t popular since it was a haven for poison ivy and various insects, but occasionally there would be someone brave enough to go looking for solitude. Kristoff rarely used it, preferring the wide open spaces for Sven and himself to play in.

Today however he had been idly following a trail of ice. It had started out near the college, leading across the sidewalks until it turned to parallel the side of the road. He wasn’t much for math but he wondered just how the maker had managed to carry that much water. It was starting to get cold, but not enough to flash-freeze water. So he wondered about that too.

He didn’t mind following it since it was on his way, at least until it came upon that small overgrown path into the woods. Then he had a choice to make. Continue on to the park or follow it and see where it led. Well, who it led to. He knew where the path led to a glade. But well, his curiosity was perked and he had questions.

So he looked at Sven, who tilted his head; the small rubber carrot within almost falling out of his mouth, “Well they said that curiosity killed the cat.”

“But we aren’t cats Kristoff!” The dog wagged his tail at the voice his master gave him. Kristoff smiled and gave the carrot a gentle tug before looking back to the woods. Where was his sense of adventure huh? Buried deep under the warnings his family had drummed into his head?

“That’s true.” With a gentle slap to his thigh Sven came back, walking even with his friend as they followed the icy path.

The path they followed led to a small clearing, designed a long time ago to host a patio and what seemed to be benches long eroded to half-crumbled stone. The section had been abandoned and the path with it. However much damage the stone took it still weathered the changes like stone always does. Where the tightly packed stone patio was uncovered by dirt it kept the grass and tree seeds at bay. The whole area was seasoned just perfectly to seem like a forgotten ruin.

Only a few people came to the area, and never at the same time. But it happily hosted those few and gave them the solitude and privacy that only ignorance could provide. Kristoff didn’t know it, but Elsa Helland was one of those few and there was only one reason she came to the damaged place.

When she was on the brink of an episode.

Most of the time Elsa could hold herself together. Sometimes she was able to just edge by, pulling all of the itchy tingling feeling back into her skin where it belonged. She had the tricks, the know how and experience. But every now and again she would just fall apart. No matter how she tried, what she did or whose advice she followed. The ice would come out and she would be left a mess, all curled up in a ball with frozen tears and a hoarse voice from sobbing.

Thankfully today was not one of those kind of episodes. But it was an episode and it did involve her powers going haywire. When she had first felt it coming on she had excused herself from the student council meeting, citing an imaginary appointment elsewhere. It had worked surprisingly well and she had quickly hid herself away.

Just barely in time, because she had barely reached the road when her footsteps started to freeze the ground, the clouds rumbling with ice crystals. However she managed to contain it, forcing all of the feelings to become a small gray cloud that followed her around. For all that the snow was light and fluffy, that she had managed to do something to contain the outburst it felt surprisingly depressing.

Still it was relieving to have even that much, she always underestimated the control she had. Today wasn’t a day filled with a localized blizzard or spikes of ice twice her size. There was one thing however that eluded her, how to get rid of the snow. Normally she had to wait for it to melt or left it as an addition to an already cold day. Naturally this meant the cloud left her trapped in the glade.

“Okay, I’m not okay.” She rose a hand up and let some of the snow accumulate. Absentmindedly she packed it into a ball, the base for the fifth in a series of small snowmen. It was an activity she had done often in her youth, and despite her attempts to get rid of it the act always popped up when she was thinking and there was snow nearby.

Her thoughts were interrupted by something hitting her in the head. At first she had thought it an extraordinary snowflake, occasionally there would be palm sized ones that appeared. But looking back she saw what looked like an old, worn down and well gnawed rubber carrot. Slowly she turned to stare at it. Then thought of where it might have come from.

Instantly her eyes snapped up to the direction it had come from and there was a dog that came out of the woods, mouth open in a happy dog grin.

Elsa screamed.

Halfway down the path Sven had gotten bored, tapping at his friend’s knee with his carrot. Without thinking too much of it Kristoff took it in hand and lobbed it over his shoulder, the mixed breed scrambling off after it. The ice on the path had grown larger the further he went. Until it started to climb up the bark of the trees on each side of the way.

He was starting to think maybe it had been a bad idea to follow the ice and had just been about to turn back when Sven knocked him in the knees. Falling forward he windmilled his arms trying to reclaim his balance. However Sven continued forward and the ice only helped bring him down to his knees. Sven whined as his carrot flew out, landing under Kristoff’s hand.

Excited Sven started jumping all around him, going for the carrot and unbalancing him every time he tried to get up. Eventually he stopped trying and gave the toy a good hard throw forward, grunting as he threw it far. Sven booked after it, leaving his owner to stand up.

Without his canine companion dragging him down he quickly got back to his feet, ice or no. The cold didn’t mind him so much as the dirt that had been ground into his snow pants. Smacking at the dust he tried to get most of it off.

Examining the fabric he mentally planned out how to keep it from staining. If it did he would never hear the end of it from his mom when he brought his laundry home. He hadn’t even managed to get the largest clods of soil off when he heard a loud piercing scream from ahead.

There was no hesitation, his body changing from stationary to charging toward the break in the path.

Sven was a large fluffy dog, a very large, over enthusiastic dog with traces of mastiff and husky somewhere in his bloodline and was easily tall enough to be even with Kristoff’s waist. His size combined with his playful nature was offsetting to most people and definitely the image of a nightmare for anyone who was afraid of dogs.

So Kristoff was used to having to hold Sven and introduce him to people, rattling off constant reassurances that he was a good dog. A well trained dog that didn’t bite or bark but was just playful. Screaming was bad, always bad. Nothing good ever came from screaming.

He broke out of the woods and almost cried in relief when he saw Sven standing at attention. He wasn’t going to have to fight to keep his dog from being put down. Next he looked to see who had been screaming. There was a woman, the one who had to have screamed in the middle of a quickly growing pile of snow. For the moment Kristoff ignored her for securing the dog. He reached for the leash that was kept on his belt, his other hand going for the collar.

Unfortunately the dog jumped before Kristoff could grab him. The blonde woman reacted in a way that made him wince. Instead of holding out her hands she actually screamed and twisted to move her chest and face away from the pounce. Sven hit her hard, barreling into her at the speed of excited dog. The two hit the ground and slid on the ice.

Which made it tough for Kristoff to come over for a rescue. By the time he had a good grip on Sven’s collar and had tossed him off the woman had a very thorough tongue bath. She was shivering, shaking with the snow increasing.

There was a stone bench nearby and Kristoff lashed the dog to it, purposely only giving him enough lead to lay. Then he turned to the woman and manhandled her up from the fetal position, trying to see if she had any visible scratches or nips. She fought him the whole way, but he was more concerned about her wellbeing then propriety at this point.

“Are you okay? He’s a big dog but he’s nice, really!”

“Let go letgoletgo.” He plonked her down, finally realizing what he was doing. But before he could say sorry he felt himself buried in snow and screeched, uh well yelped, as a good amount of it found its way down the back of his shirt and somehow into his pants.

Soon enough his breath was stolen, being floored with what seemed like a wave of the stuff.

For a moment he laid there, confused at where the sheer amount of it had come from. Then as he felt it compact and lay heavy on his chest and limbs, the cold starting to sink in, the first traces of panic pulled at him. Before the panic could truly settle his large limbs pushed at the heavy weight and he felt fingers snag at his hair.

“Oh God, please no no no.” Pale hands as white as the snow dug into the powder, trying their hardest to get him out. They started at his head, freeing up his mouth and nose but the weight of the snow only allowed for small shallow breaths. Once she got his chest free he was able to pull up and fight to get back to his feet for the tenth time that day. He gasped in the cold arctic air, feeling his lungs complain at the frosty bite it brought in with it.

She was still kneeling, with her hands held in tightly against her chest and a look of despair about her. This encounter was going to easily top his ‘worst first impressions’ list.

Being the shy reluctant introvert he was it took him a few moments to formulate a response and even then he winced when he spoke.

“Weird weather we have been having huh?” It seemed to be the wrong thing to say as she pulled in a little tighter, seeming awfully small for the full grown woman she was.

“Uh. I mean. Yeah. No. Oh hailstones; I’m Kristoff, sorry about my dog.” Gently he lowered a hand, holding it out for her to grab. When she didn’t immediately reach for it he waited, calmly putting to use the patience that only a large family could cultivate.

Not that he had to work too hard at it. The small cloud that had been overhead had grown almost ten times in size, changing from a single comical puff to a wide bank of roiling gray. It made for interesting watching and thinking.

Eventually she took it, holding it gingerly and letting it go once she was up.

“I’m Elsa.”

The awkward silence afterwards hurt, almost physically as they stood there not looking at each with a dog whining as he tried to reach his rubber carrot just out of reach.

“I’ve been wondering, how are you making it snow?”

Elsa looked at him. Her face on the scale between ‘what do you mean’ and ‘holy shit fuck he knows’. The cold returned full force, seeping into his clothes where the ice and snow had started to melt.

After that he had silently made his exit. Sometimes people wanted to be alone and he understood that. Sven had been upset at leaving, the big goof was always one for new friends. But if Elsa wanted to be alone he wasn’t going to keep her from that. So he politely left her to it, purposely avoiding the path and it’s stone glade.

A few weeks went by before he saw her again.

It was at the family cafe where he worked. The Stones prided themselves on cheap quality food and their costs along with the service kept a steady stream of college students pouring through the doors. Typically he stayed in the back, his height being more useful for the high up shelves most of the workers had no chance in reaching. But as with all of the family he had to take his turn up front, for him it was usually Tuesday, the slowest day of the week.

Naturally, almost as if it had been fated by the Heavens, that was the day that a pair of redheads dragged Elsa into the store. Again, naturally, it was his turn to wait on the party. He would debate the meaning of all of this if he wasn’t using most of his concentration to act casual.

He wasn’t waiting on a party of three with a ice mage.

Naw, he was just waiting on a party of three hot, cute… Yeah he had to work on that. It wasn’t much better than the first one. Just as intimidating.

“How many?” His voice cracked and he tried not to curse as he saw Anna smile, already knowing that the word ‘awww’ was going through her head. He recognized her from a class, they had been icebreaker partners and drinking buddies for a few weekends. That and she was a regular at the cafe, enough that his younger cousins teased him about her.

“Three good man, and a booth!” She thumped his chest as she walked by, more than willing to seat herself.

“Hello Anna.”

“What’s up Kris, the usual for me and Meri and a menu for Elsa. She hasn’t been here before and we had to drag her here.” Naturally, as a matter of course.