Hi everyone.

So this is my first attempt at actually publishing one of the many, many stories (and random ideas) I have stored in my computer. I humbly ask, should you feel like reviewing, that you be honest but kind.

I've been inspired by Searlait's 'Blizzard Burlesques', so if you haven't read it, it's an absolute must! I just think there isn't enough lighthearted sisterly (and friends) funness out there (and I'm sorry, but the whole Elsanna concept is a big 'What the Fish?!)

As to this story - I'm hoping to make it a series of one-shots giving you 'a day in the life of...' I'm trying for light and funny, so I'm not entirely sure if I've achieved that -please, feel free to let me know. And if the characters are off (and it's definitely a probability), again please let me know.

If you think this story is really, really bad, see above :)

Author's Edit: Spelling, grammar, missing word errors (hope I got them all).

Disclaimer note: I don't own Frozen or any of it's attributes, and any similarities to real life people and situations is entirely unintentional.

FuzzyWookie presents: A Day in the Life…


Kristoff was excited. A whole day with Anna, without a chaperon. How she managed to persuade Elsa of that, he would never know. Of course, Elsa's criteria was that they stay in the town, otherwise a guard would be with them. At all times. Not because she didn't trust them, when, well, perhaps she didn't, but Anna was first in line to the throne, and now that the world knew the current Queen of Arendelle was an ice wielding sorceress, her safety had become Elsa's number one priority. At least, that was how Elsa had put it to Anna. And, considering how he felt about Anna, he agreed with Elsa, her safety was a priority. Even if it was an inconvenience.

For the most part, Anna tolerated the 'tag-a-long', as she called the guard. He was a forty seven year old Major with two sons, so he didn't quite cringe whenever Anna had one of her crazy ideas. Obviously he had learned during his time with his sons that children needed to be free enough to learn from their mistakes, and broken bones were part of growing up.

Ice harvesting was a different story. Anna was yet to convince both Kristoff and the old man –not that forty-seven was old or anything- to show her what he did for a living. In her opinion, what could be more dangerous than being chased down a mountain by a massive snow monster?

But that was neither here or there.

Today was all about Anna.

Four months ago he was a nobody. He had Sven and his family of 'love gurus', but that was it. He had always been a bit of an outsider to the other ice harvesters, and his customers (and the townsfolk) thought he was odd. Something to do with talking to Sven. Seriously, what was wrong with that? Sven was his best friend, two orphaned boys growing up together raised by trolls. A weirder combination could not found.

The townsfolk were very protective of their ruling family. So once word got around the kingdom – and word travelled faster than Queen Elsa could freeze the fjord- that the Princess was interested in him, well…life suddenly got a whole lot more interesting. He couldn't go anywhere without someone watching him, or talking about him. The constant whispering that followed him everyone was really getting on his nerves, but as Sven and Olaf kept reminding him, Anna was so worth it.

And she was.

Kai's one-on-one lessons on etiquette didn't help. Especially when the Princess in question was determined to do everything she clearly wasn't supposed to be doing – at least, that was his understanding of the 'appropriate activities to involve a Princess in' lesson. The town was labelling him as reckless, dangerous influence on the Princess.

Seriously, if only they understood how hard it was just to keep up with her. How hard it was to keep her safe, then they wouldn't be so critical.

Anyway, it didn't matter. This was her day. And it was by far the easiest one to prepare for. Of all the things she wanted to do…

He had all the necessary tools. When Anna had promised to replace everything in his old sled, she had kept her word. With the best and newest stuff money could buy, like his latest model sled. So now he no longer had to worry about saving money for repairs and improvements. His profitable sales went toward other things, like Anna.

He checked over the equipment one more time. Yep. All there. Now for the location…

It took a long walk along the entire wharf to decide on the perfect spot. Being a lazy Sunday, many other locals were out with the same idea in mind, so it was tricking finding a spot far enough away for at least the illusion of a little privacy, yet ideal enough to offer Anna a fair chance at her chosen activity.

It was busier than he thought it would be so, instead of risking losing his spot, Kristoff send Sven to escort Anna here.

Two hours later…

"Here, fishy, fishy, fishy," hummed Anna in her best coaxing voice. "Come get the little wormy."

Kristoff grinned at her. She had tackled the task with her usual enthusiasm, and even after two hours of not a single bite, she was still determined to catch a fish.

She sat on the edge of the old wooden pier, feet dangling over the side, and peered at the cork bobbing in the very gentle ripples indicating where her fishing line had disappeared under the water. She wore a simple green and brown dress, but had kicked off her shoes and socks the second he put the rod in her hands.

Her hair was in her usual twin plaited pigtail style, but a large straw hat covered most of her head. The hat had been his addition. She had accepted it with a gleeful laugh.

Kristoff wasn't feeling as patient. This was her day –and she did seem to be having a good time- but catching a fish would make it so much better. Up on the ice fields far, far above sea level, it took him half this long to snag one. And no, Anna, he really didn't know how the fish got up there in the first place.

It was a beautiful day. The sun was high overhead in the bright blue sky, without a cloud to be seen. Considering it was mid autumn, it was a rare golden day. The fjord was calm, barely a ripple to be seen, and reflecting the sun in patterns.

The town was also having a slow day. Those out and about moved leisurely around, enjoying the warmth and the company of others.

He had spotted Olaf with a group of children, all exhibiting more energy than the entire town combined.

He sighed, and tugged his own line, "Come on you stupid fish. Don't make me come down there."

Anna giggled. In his opinion, there was no sound more beautiful than her voice.

"Are you having fun?" he asked her a little hesitantly.

She beamed at him, "Oh, Kristoff, just being outside with you is the best time ever. Thank you."

He looked down at his own dangling feet, barely a few centimetres from the water surface, to hide his blush. "You're welcome."

"If only I could have persuaded Elsa to join us."

Kristoff blinked. The queen? Fishing? Was she out of her mind?! He darted another glance at her. Nope, she looked serious. And a little sad. Was everything alright? Should he ask? Was it appropriate for him to ask? He needed to say something, but what? Try hopeful, he thought. "Maybe..ahh…maybe next time?"

That did the trick. That brilliant smile was back, "Yeah, maybe next time."

In your dreams, maybe. He wisely kept that thought to himself.

Thirty minutes later, he decided he had had enough of fishing. Obviously the fish were taking a day off too. He wound up his line, and tossed it next to the crate of fishing related odds and ends.

"Giving up, son?"

Kristoff and Anna looked down the pier to the two old men at the very end. They had politely dipped their hats in respect at Anna when she had first arrived but apart from that, Kristoff had almost forgotten they were there. Almost.

They were both sitting on wood framed mesh lined chairs, and looked very comfortable. Both appeared to be in their late sixties, with weathered faces. The one closest to the couple was missing several teeth, and the other seemed to have more hair on his face than on the top of his head.

"It's called being a gentleman," Kristoff told them as he took a seat next to Anna, and leaned back on his hands.

"How do you figure that?" asked the hairy one.

Kristoff pointed at Anna's cork, "If there's anything dumb enough down there, I'd rather it took Anna's worm."

"Aww, that's so sweet."

"Most gentlemen take their girl to the markets, boy," scoffed the hairy man. "Not fishing."

"My girl," Kristoff couldn't resist grinning at Anna when he said that. She rolled her eyes, but the faint blush on her cheeks told him she didn't mind the sound of that, "isn't like 'most girls'."

"Too right! She's a Princess-

"-Our Princess-"

"And you've got her sitting on a dirty wooden wharf fishing!" The two men nodded at him as if they'd made their point.

Then they turned to each other and the toothless one pointed his thumb over his shoulder in Kristoff's direction, "Ice harvesters for you."

Kristoff blinked and raised an astonished eyebrow, "Excuse me?"

"They spend so much time in the thin air their brains have atrophied from lack of oxygen."

The hairy one grinned, "Or use."

They both burst into laughter, the hairy one slapping his knee as if they were Arendelle's top comedians.

"Hey, hey, hey, you two, play nice," warned Anna. She glared at the two fishermen, "For your information, I wanted to go fishing."

"You did?" they asked dubiously.

"I did," insisted Anna. "And you shouldn't be so harsh on the ice harvesters, either. Arendelle's economy depends on them just as much as it does on our fishing and timber trades." Then she frowned, "At least, I think that's what Elsa said to me. I'm not sure. I wasn't really paying attention. I didn't even see she'd conjured a snowball and thrown it at me until it hit me square in the face."

They gaped at her. "The Queen threw a snowball at you?"

"Yeah. It's no biggie. Since the coronation she does it to me all the time. You know, when I zone out on her, or tease her, or annoy her, or almost win an argument, extra emphasis on the 'almost', or she just feels like it, it's like bam! And since this is magic snowballs we're talking about, I can't hide from them. They follow me wherever I go until they make contact with, you know, my face or the back of my head." She noticed the bug eyed expression the two old men were giving her and waved a dismissive hand, "Oh, if I asked her to stop, she would. But she's got a pretty stressful job, you know, so if pegging snowballs at me helps her unwind, then I'm all for it. I'm her sister; it's the least I can do. And we've all seen what her powers can do if they're held in for too long."

The two men nodded vigorously. Arendelle's three day 'eternal winter' wasn't about to be forgotten in a hurry. The hairy one opened his mouth to speak but was distracted by his fishing line cork suddenly disappearing under the surface.

He gave a cry of triumph, and after excessive showing off (in Kristoff's opinion) pulled in a decent sized cod.

Kristoff glared at them both before sighing. Anna laughed and reached over to pat his knee, "Don't let them get to you."

"I'm trying not to," he insisted but he couldn't quite unclench his teeth. The nerve of those two rude men! See, this was why he liked being alone. People could be so obnoxious. It made him so mad.

Anna seemed to realise this because next thing he knew she was leaning over to kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear, "I love you for who you are, and nothing will ever change that."

His anger instantly evaporated to be replaced with the complete opposite feeling. She always seemed to know what to do or say that would bring a smile to his –and Elsa's- face whenever they needed it most. He didn't deserve her, but he wasn't going to complain. It took all his self-will not to take her in his arms and kiss her properly. There were too many people watching and word always got back to Elsa somehow.

So instead, he carefully placed an arm around her shoulders and squeezed, "I just hate it when people judge me like that."

She ensured the rod was held fast in one hand before releasing the other hand to wrap around his back, "I know, I know, I know."

"Stupid old codgers."

Sometime later, after he convinced Anna to replace the worm at the end of the line –"What, and drown two worms?" – and they had devoured the amazing, delicious packed lunch Anna had brought courtesy of the castle chef (and, on Anna's insistence, shared it with the other two fishermen thus making them much pleasanter people -"It's called fishing, son, not catching!"), Kristoff leaned back against Sven with a content, peaceful sigh.

"So, what have you been up too while I was gone?"

"Oh, not much. I don't really have anything to do. Elsa doesn't trust me with any aspect of the official management of the Kingdom, so…" she shrugged, but he could tell by her voice she sounded happy about Elsa's apparent lack of faith. "I spent time with the townspeople. I think they feel more comfortable around me. Elsa can be such a…well…ice queen."

Kristoff grinned. Anna was definitely the more approachable of the two sisters. With Elsa, there was always the fear she might spontaneously freeze you for any given reason. Now, having spent some time in her company courtesy of Anna, Kristoff knew that was an unfounded fear, but it certainly sounded good.

Once or twice he had overheard townsfolk exaggerating and making up stories for the sake of foreigners –especially ones that looked like troublemakers. It was definitely one way to inspire law and order. And Kristoff personally knew, having been told everything by Anna, that the Queen did have power mishaps all the time, so the rumours weren't all that unfounded.

"Anyway, she's seemed a bit stressed lately, the frost is such a giveaway, so I thought it would be good for her to go outside."

"Even though she's not the outdoorsy type?"

Anna laughed, obviously recalling some of the adventures she had managed to drag her reluctant sister into. "Well, I thought, you know, fishing wouldn't be too outdoors for her. We're still in the town!"

Kristoff grunted in agreement but silently thanked the Lord for Elsa's reluctance to join them.

Being around Anna was easy. She didn't act like a princess, and she didn't flaunt it. Elsa was different story. She looked, talked, and walked like a queen. There was no way to mistake her for anyone else, but the Queen. Okay, so she didn't flaunt it either, if anything, she was very modest about her rank, and she avoided company and attention like the plague, but that couldn't disguise who she was.

From the second she returned to her old wardrobe –seriously, what was wrong with the ice dress?- he had been distinctly uncomfortable around her. She was so quiet. A mouse made more noise than her. She could sneak up on anyone without trying -especially on two people in love trying to have a private moment together. And she had the power to make his life very, very miserable if she even suspected he was mistreating Anna –not that he ever would. And he didn't think she would ever do that to him, but the fact she could, always hovered at the back of his mind whenever he was near Anna.

He remembered the embarrassing day he had returned her crown to her (an accidental find whilst exploring her Ice Palace) – he had barely been able to string two words together, let alone look at her. Okay, so maybe the ice dress was on his mind, but still!

Elsa liked being inside. And considering she was the Queen, the Royal Guard probably loved it that their charge rarely left her castle. Not that the Snow Queen needed a Royal Guard, but a castle couldn't be a castle without a group of guys dressed in flashy uniforms pretending to be important stationed all over it.

He closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of Sven and the salt water deeply. The sun had progressed enough that the pier was in shadow. He was just drifting off when Anna gave a sudden, excited shriek.


He was on his feet, blinking rapidly to clear his hazy mind and process what he was looking at.

Anna was also on her feet, desperately trying to hold on to her almost bent in two fishing rod, wobbling dangerously close to the edge of the pier. She was tugging fruitlessly on it, and whatever was on the end was giving her a true battle.

He moved to her side and reached for the line, "Here, let me do it."

"No! No, I got it!" She insisted, and she let go with one hand to operate the reel. That's when the fish gave an almighty tug, and only his fast reflexes and strength kept her out of the water and the rod in their hands.

He tugged the rod, but she wouldn't let go, "It's my fish!"

"But it's going to pull you in, before you can pull it in!"

"I can do it!"

"No, you can't! Do you know how much this rod cost me?! I had to wait five weeks for it to arrive from London! Now, give it to me!"

"Excuse me! You said you'd let me do it all!"

"I didn't expect you to actually catch something!"

"Well I have, so don't you – Wooooah! Help Kristoff!"

"I'm trying too! Just give it to me!"

"No! I'll hold it, and you reel it in!"

"No! How about I hold it, and you reel it in?!"



"..Okay, okay, okay! But it's still my fish!"

"I don't care about your fish! I'm more worried about the rod!"

Neither realised just how much of a commotion they were making.

It was a joint effort, Kristoff doing most of the work, but by the time the saw the shadow of the fish under the water, both were panting and sweating.

Anna pointed at the flash of silver, "Look! There it is!"

"Almost…got it…" puffed Kristoff. The fish was putting up the battle of, well, it's life. If only it understood Anna would probably let it go once she caught it. She still got squeamish when it came to 'catching' dinner, even though she enjoyed the end result.

He put all his strength into giving the rod one last tug, and the fish shot free of the water, sailing high into the air and landing at their feet on the dock. The crowd- wow! There was a lot of people watching, they suddenly discovered – started applauding. Until they caught sight of the fish, that was. All six inches of it. Then they started laughing, hard and loud, as the red faced, sweating, exhausted duo stared down at their tiny little fish.

"This…was fighting…me?" Kristoff managed to gasp out, one hand reaching for the stich in his side.

Anna knelt next to it, "Aww, it's so cute!"

Kristoff huffed out a sigh, and put the rod down, lifting the little fish into the air by the line, and glared at it, "There's not enough meat here to even make a mouthful." A slight exaggeration, but not far off. He sighed, and held the line up, reaching for the fish. It was hooked good, through the mouth, and it wouldn't let him touch it.

"Gah, you stupid fish! I'm trying to free you!"

Anna giggled.

Yep, real manly there, Kristoff.

Even Sven was grinning at him, the traitor.

He turned back to the picnic remains, and reached for a cloth napkin. He unfolded it to full length, and caught the fish with the material. It still squirmed, but he had it now.

He reached for the hook. It was really stuck good. He was going to need two hands.

Anna was only too happy to help - it was so easy to forget she was a Princess!- while he coaxed the hook out of the fish's mouth. He jiggled and twisted it, "Come on…just a little…almost…there…so close…just…let…go!"

The hook slipped free at the same time the fish made it's latest jump for freedom. It slipped free from the cloth and flipped in the air.

"Oh no!" Anna cried, and she tried to grab it. Kristoff dropped the line and hook, and also tried to catch it. It was so slippery and agile, that all it did was continue to flip about in the air, launching itself off their hands and through their hands whenever they thought they had caught it.

They probably looked ridiculous, shouting at the fish, each other, and frantically trying to grab it. They felt ridiculous, and the bystanders were laughing enough to prove it.

Seriously, did this fish not understand they were going to let it go?

Then it happened.

Kristoff stood on the hook – this is why he should have kept his shoes on! The sharp shooting pain caused him to cry out, and he hopped on one foot, one hand immediately going to support the injured foot. He tripped on the line with enough force to rip the hook out of his big toe, and to stumble off balance.

He collided with Anna who had just managed to capture the fish, and she stumbled backward, her arms flailing in a desperate bid to regain her balance.

The two of them crashed down on to the hard wooden dock with enough oomph to take their breath away.

The fish sailed through the air.


Stumble, stumble.


"Your majesty!"


"The fjord!"


"Not again!"