"See you tomorrow, freak!"

Elsa curled in on herself and slowly started towards home. The bus windows were all down, so she could hear the laughter inside even after it pulled away.

She climbed the steps to the porch and gently turned the doorknob, hoping she could slip in and go straight to her room unnoticed.

"Elsa!" Anna gasped.

Well, that didn't work.

Her sister tossed away the kitchen towel that was in her hand and rushed over. "Honey, what happened to your eye?!" She took Elsa's backpack off and dropped it on the ground and then pulled her into the dining room. "KRISTOFF!" She called as she guided Elsa into a chair, "get some ice!"

"Ice master and deliverer, at your service, ma'am."

"Hurry!"

"What, why?" He stepped out of the kitchen. "What's going on?" He looked from his wife to the eight year old. The blackness around her eye was a sickening contrast against the little girl's fair complexion and light blonde hair. He clenched his fists. "Who did that? Tell me exactly what happened."

"N-nothing. I'm fine! I just... Um. I wasn't watching where I was going. I bumped it on—uh... On..."

Anna cupped the girl's chin and titled her face to get a better look. "Elsa. Did someone do this to you?"

"It was an accident! He didn't mean to."

"Just like the accident last week when your fingers got stepped up while you were picking up your books?" Kristoff asked. "The ones that "slipped" out of your arms?"

"...Yes?"

"And when you tripped and fell in the mud on your field trip to the zoo," Anna said softly; all of the recent injuries - what they assumed was just an odd phase of clumsiness - were beginning to make sense.

Elsa didn't say anything, just hung her head and wiped a tear from her cheek.

"Elsa," Kristoff knelt down in front of her and took her hands in his. "Why didn't you tell us that someone's been bullying you?"

She shrugged.

"You know you can tell us anything."

"But he told me not to tell!" She cried. "He said that if I tattled on him that they'd send him away and then it would be my fault that he won't have a mama and papa, like me. Even if he is mean, I don't want it to make him lose his mama and papa, too!"

"Oh, Elsa. No." Anna pulled her in for a hug. "That's not going to happen. He was just manipulating you to keep himself from getting in trouble."

"What happened today, to your eye?" Kristoff asked.

Elsa wrapped her arms around her stomach. "I was extra hungry today, so I didn't want to let him have my lunch this time." Her lower lip puckered and trembled. "So I was holding my lunchbox really tight, but he tried to take it and then he pulled it hard and it... it hit me."

"This time?" Anna gasped. "How many other times has he taken your lunch?"

Elsa bit her lip, thinking. "I don't know. Seven or eight, maybe."

Anna growled and stomped out of the room. Slamming cabinets, pots, pans and... some not nice language could be heard coming from the kitchen.

Elsa followed and stood in the doorway watching. "Anna? What are you doing?"

She jumped, not realizing she had an audience. "Just making you a grilled cheese, sweetie," she tried to force a smile, but she was just... so angry! How dare some little brat cause her sister to go hungry!

"My favorite! Thanks, Anna!"

"You're welcome. Now, why don't you put some ice on your eye while you're waiting, okay?"


"If that little punk touches my kid again, I swear..." Kristoff was pacing their bedroom later that night. "How can anyone look at her and want to hurt her? She's amazing." He rubbed the back of his neck, thinking up a plan. "I've got to teach him a lesson."

Anna loved that Kristoff was so protective of her little sister. Elsa may not share his blood, but knowing he thought of her as "his" was more than she had ever hoped for.

"I love you so much!" She sobbed.

He whipped around and stared at her. "Anna?" He sat on the bed beside her and put his arm around her. "You okay?"

"You're just so sweet!"

"Hormones?"

"No! Well, maybe a little." She laid her hands lovingly on her seven-months baby belly. "But, you really are sweet. I couldn't have asked for a better man for her to have in her life."

He smiled and tucked a tear-dampened strand of hair behind her ear. "What can I say? I'm a catch."


The next morning, Kristoff was ready. That bully wasn't going to bother Elsa anymore, he'd see to that.

He picked up his giant pickaxe and rested it against his shoulder. "Come on, kiddo. We don't want to be late."

Elsa giggled and bounced excitedly. "He's going to pee his pants!"

Kristoff leaned down to whisper conspiratorially, "Let's hope so." He hid his hand behind his back so Anna wouldn't catch their low-five.

"Kris, you can't go around threatening eight year olds," Anna scolded, albeit half-heartedly. The mother part of her wanted that little jerk punished for what he did to her sweet girl.

"Who's threatening? I'm simply dropping Elsa off at school on my way to work."

"Mmhmm."

"And it's only one eight year old."

"Kristoff!"

"Oh, come on! You know you want him to pee his pants, too!"

"...Well." And looked away innocently. "He did hurt Elsa."

"I knew it."

"I'm ready!" Elsa came flying down the hall with her jacket and backpack on. She pause to stand on her toes and give Anna a kiss goodbye and then grabbed Kristoff's hand and yanked him over to the door. "Let's go!"

They arrived at the school fifteen minutes early. Kristoff parked the car and found them a spot just off the walkway, under a large oak tree. When he spotted a boy matching Elsa's description, he nodded in his direction. "Is that him?"

"Yep." Her gleeful mood from moments ago had faded, now she stood nervously wringing her hands. "Are you sure this is going to work?"

"It'll work."

Kristoff stepped away from the tree and onto the sidewalk, Hans stopped short and looked up at the burly blond in front of him.

"You must be Hans."

Hans' mouth dropped open. "Uh, yes. Yes, sir. I'm Hans. Hans Westergaard."

"Where are you headed?"

The redheaded boy looked around nervously. "Um... School?"

"Good. Good. Yeah, I was just on my way to work," he said, wiggling the axe. "Ever seen one of these?"

Hans shook his head.

"It's big, right?" He lowered it to his chest and ran his hand along the top. "Sharp, too. These babies cut through solid ice like it's nothing. I'll have to show you some time."

"N-no. That's okay! I bet you're really good at it, though!"

"The best."

"That's... really great." Hans replied as he slowly started walking backwards. "Well, I've got to go. I'll see you later, Elsa."

Kristoff took a step forward, his longer stride closing the distance. "Hey, Hans?"

"Yes, sir?"

"If Elsa ever comes home and tells me that you've been anything less than a gentleman to her, I'm going to be very unhappy." He swung the axe back up onto his shoulder and gave it a twirl. "Do we have an understanding?"

Hans' green eyes went wide and he swallowed hard. "Y-yessir. I understand."

"Wonderful." Kristoff grinned and dropped his hand on the boy's shoulder, making him jump. "You have a nice day, buddy."

"Okay. Bye!" Hans shouted and took off running.

Elsa skipped over to her brother-in-law and threw her arms around his waist. "That was so cool! Thank you, Kristoffer!"

"You're welcome... Elisabeth."

She pulled back and made a disgusted face.

"What?" He chuckled. "You started it!"

"I call you that lots, it's a nice name."

"So's yours."

She grumbled something he couldn't make out and he had to laugh. He really didn't mind being called Kristoffer - by Elsa! - even though it wasn't actually his name... but any excuse to bring up her full name was always fun. She was pretty cute when she was grumpy.

"Okay. Time for school." He announced and hugged her goodbye. She waved and turned to walk towards the building.

"Hey, Els..."

"Yeah?" She stopped and looked back over her shoulder.

"I'm proud of you."

"What for?"

"For not giving that guy what he really deserved," he winked.

"You mean chasing him with a scary ice monster and then smooshing him under a giant snowball?"

"I see you've given it some thought."

"Maybe a little," she laughed. "Bye!"