"I had never seen that before," said Kristoff.

"I have. It's awful."

"Come here," said Kristoff, taking the girl into his arms. She was just shaking her head.

"Why would Elsa never tell me this? About me getting hurt? Her plan to just live life that way? Why would she wait?"

Kristoff sighed. "She probably didn't know how to tell you. I mean… well, she's just… I don't know."

Anna got up suddenly, almost knocking over a cup of hot chocolate. "No way am I letting her get away with this! I think I'm gonna go wake her up, right now, and drag her in here!"

"Anna, Anna wait. Anna! It's 1 in the morning! And she's got a lot of… ok, fine. Just run off. Not my fault if you miss the start of the next segment."

The blond turned his attention back to the television, playing a foreign ad, with the strangest things- a shirt made out of cats? Americans were weird.

Olaf let out a loud sigh. "Wow. That magic box is so cool."

"It's called a television, Olaf."

"Look at it! It's so… bright. And shiny."

"That's what it does. Be bright and shiny."

"Kristoff, how come only Anna and Elsa have showed up on the television?"

"Because it isn't our turn yet."


Kristoff grabbed his cup of hot chocolate and started sipping at it. It had cooled down considerably. He greatly enjoyed the peace that had now settled, with the slow flickering of the television against the walls, muted by Anna as it had turned to commercials, and the dim lights of the village and the aurora borealis in the night sky outside the window. The stars twinkled softly, most of them not being blocked out by the brightness that was coming from the town. But, of course, the peace that had descended on the castle for a few short, blissful minutes was startled by a loud crash, and then yelling. He exchanged glances with Olaf.

"How much does Elsa value her sleep?"

"I don't really know. Never really thought about it."

"Well, we're about to find out."


"IT IS 1:15!"




Kristoff winced as a cold wind billowed into the room from out of the hall, causing him to wrap a blanket closer around himself. Elsa and Anna walked in, both looking quite annoyed.

"Kristoff! What are you doing up at this ungodly hour?"

"Anna wouldn't leave me alone. She demanded I get us beverages and snacks while we watch the 60 Minutes episode."

"And I'm here too!"

"I can see that, Olaf."

"Elsa, you are going to sit down, right here, beside me," Anna pulled the girl over, then glanced at the fact there was no room for the three of them on the couch, "well, um, maybe not."

The large man got up, still bundled in his blanket, and moved to a chair, so the two girls could sit together. Elsa huffed.

"Anna, I don't understand why I have to be here."

"Why haven't you told me about how I knew about your powers, and then that accident, and then I didn't?"

"I didn't know what to say."

"And the whole 'no romance for me' thing?"

"I don't need a king."

"Everyone deserves a soul mate!"

"I have you."

"Oh come on, Elsa, this is true love we're talking about."

"Girls. It's starting."

The two of them turned from their argument to look at the screen as the man, Steve Kroft, came back into view.

"The newly crowned Queen of Arendelle has just revealed to a room full of the post powerful people in Europe her icy powers. Fear had kept her from getting on with a life that if discovered, she would be hunted. And here, she was living it, a waking nightmare."

"There are two kinds of fears," said Elsa, "and I would like to think myself an expert on such matters. There is terror, and then there is horror. Terror is rooted within every living thing, a primal, animalistic instinct, plain old fear. It is spiders, shadows in your room at night, sounds coming from your closet, heights, clowns, dogs, water, broccoli. But horror is something else. It is distinctly human. We feel horror when the worst comes to pass. It is that look, the one that is seen in the hopeless, those who are broken, who just lost all they love. Terror would be the fact that something they value is in danger of being taken from the one that feels it. Horror is what I felt. I was horrified. I woke up every day, terror always present, but the horror came from the act. I wasn't looking at the black-and-whites in terror of the people all around me, potential victims and persecutors, but people, as they saw what I was, and knew a deep secret. They were in the shades of grey, the shades of the many ranges of emotion. Would they fear me? Or hate me? So I ran. I knew nothing more to be greater than that. Running."

Anna made a sniffle, and Kristoff turned in time to see Anna throw herself onto her sister, causing Elsa to-comically, eyes wide and surprised-adjust and get comfortable as her affectionate sister doted on her.

"Concerning your sister, what were you thinking? And your kingdom?"

"They did not cross my mind at any point of my flight."

Elsa disappeared from the screen, and up popped Anna.

"What was I thinking when I found out? Well… I was just thinking that it explained so much. I was as shocked as anyone, or, err, everyone."

Multiple videos took turns on the screen as they played, and the man continued to speak. "She fled from the ballroom to the courtyard, only to be greeted by her subjects, all unsuspecting of the catastrophe that had just rocked Europe's elite. She tried to push her way through, but the throng proved too much. Her powers acted again, freezing a fountain against her will."

"Something most people don't realize," said Elsa, though not onscreen as video from that fateful night continued to play, "is that I had very little control. Almost none. When I froze the steps, and made the Duke of Weselton fall, it was a complete accident. A spike of emotions set it off. I didn't mean to freeze the entire fjord. I was undergoing a display of emotions I hadn't experienced since childhood."

"All of it? The miles upon miles of thick, sea ice, the giant blizzard, the 'eternal winter', it was all an accident?" The interview pair came back to be seen.

"Yes. Surprising, maybe."

"So you ran. Not noticing the freezing of the fjord?"

"I had one thing on my mind- escape. I wasn't looking back."

Elsa sighed, catching the blond man's attention. "Really, Anna, you get me up to watch this?"

"I was going to let you sleep, but then you decided to tell the world about whatever accident caused you to hide away, instead of me."

"I apologize, Anna, truly."

"I accept," said the spunky girl, before snuggling up closer to her sister, head pressed to the queen's side. Elsa rolled her eyes, causing Kristoff to crack a smile, which earned a half-mock glare. But the queen didn't seem to mind, as she rested an arm on Anna's back, perfectly content. The majority of the collected blankets wrapped around the pair, mostly Anna, but this was normal when the two were relaxing together. Anna loved being with her sister, and spent every second making up for the lost affection and touches that were stolen from them at such a young age. It made him happy, seeing Anna happy. And Elsa enjoyed it just as much, if not more. It warmed his heart to see them reconnecting like that.

Kristoff turned his attention back to the useless segment, doing nothing useful except informing the viewers of Arendelle's small boating industry, and the refineries that were an important part of the small kingdom's economy. But they forgot to mention the ice trade, which seemed odd, though they did mention they spoke Northern Sami natively, though almost everyone knew Norwegian, and was used more commonly in the younger generations.

"Even if the kingdom is almost a mere city-state, it is still strong, and not just economically. With the strong mountains at their backs, and ideal protection from the fjord, the few villages are perfectly safe, so much, that with the added on alliance with Norway, they haven't even a formal military. Even during the World Wars, no one could manage to drag them in with the biting winters that plagued the land during that time period, and the treacherous terrain.

"And this terrain served to the Snow Queen's advantage. She fled, up and up, into the mountains. There, she created something most amazing. Anderson Cooper was delighted at having the opportunity to get to see the beauty of the Queen's powers at large."

The screen cut to the camera, following several people up a snowy path, three men, and one woman that could only be Elsa. "Oh, I remember this," said Kristoff. "That's when we took that strange man up the mountain, and his camera crew."

"Hush, Kristoff, the Americans are very unforgiving to anyone who view people such as Mr. Cooper as strange."

Anna and Kristoff looked at her, confused, but Elsa waved it off.

The man, Cooper, stopped to look into the camera, and began speaking. "What you are about to see will take your breath away. Queen Elsa fled up to this place known as North Mountain, and here, during a liberating solo, she sang up a storm that resulted in, well, this."

The camera looked out from behind the rock wall to see the ice staircase bridging over a gap, and it angled up to show the magnificence of the ice palace. A translator provided words as Kristoff spoke, who the Kristoff sitting in the chair holding hot chocolate, squinted at.

"Anna and I came up here to get Elsa, and when we did, I was amazed at what I found. I almost cried. She created this, solely with her powers. Now be careful. Marshmallow could be around."

The scene changed to where Kristoff was making his way up the staircase with another man in the background, holding a large and expensive looking camera, with Elsa extending her arm to the castle behind her.

"I had no idea what I could do until I tried this. Amazing, no? It wasn't hard to make it, really, and it has everything I could ever need. Well, besides food, and I would have to get some form of bedding," she laughed there, "but I was planning on it."

Then, there was Kristoff, calling out in Sami, though the translator didn't bother. When a growl sounded off, Kristoff turned back to the staircase, and called Elsa up. Elsa came forward, Cooper not far behind her, and she called back in Sami herself.

Then, Cooper and the two cameramen skidded back, and Kristoff chuckled. The camera focused in on the hulking form of Marshmalllow. The translator picked back up for him. "That's Marshmallow. Olaf named him."

Marshmallow smiled at Elsa, and made a little bow. Elsa turned to the camera. "This was my guardsman I made. He fought well for me, and I let him remain here in return. He will not hurt you."

Elsa led Cooper and the cameramen to the staircase, and as they followed her through the rooms, she explained. "I always lived life as royalty, and I must admit, a palace is part of my style. So I made this with the thought in mind I am a queen, if not the ruler of Arendelle. Here, is my throne room. Yes, a throne. Over here was a place I would dine. Now back here, into the atrium… up this staircase, and up here is my personal quarters. No bed, see? Don't worry, the structure is solid, and stable. It won't fall. Yes, magnificent? I had a lot of fun making this room. Look here, this snowflake, it was the first part I made. I just, stomped, and it spread out. The way I made it, it fragmented like actual snowflakes, hexagonal. Oh… the chandelier. Let me fix that."

With a wave of her hand, it dissolved into snow powder, and then she stretched her arms up, focusing, as twinkling and light sprays of ice dust fell on the ground. The camera looked up to catch as the ice crystals spreading out in beauteous patterns. Kristoff leaned forward in his chair.

"Wow, Elsa, that's amazing," he whispered.

"I suppose," she said coolly, though a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Anna's eyes were round and bright, mirroring that of the delight in her sister's.

"Out here is my balcony. It's one of my favorite things about the castle. The view is wonderful, don't you agree?" Elsa dissolved the shards of the door-whatever destroyed it-and made room for the man to angle his camera into the magnificent horizon.

The shot cut to Elsa, comfortably perched on her throne. Anderson cooper was set up, in his own ice chair, and Kristoff was standing off to the side, relaxing against the icy wall of the castle.

"So, your Majesty, to state for the record, you made this, completely out of your own powers?"

"Yes, Mr. Cooper, every ice crystal is of my own creation."

"Amazing. How long did it take you to make it?"

"Roughly… 30, 40 seconds."

"Seconds. Seconds?"

"It wasn't that hard. It just happened, it felt right. I never really knew what my powers were capable of until I let it loose, as I said earlier. That, and I love geometry."

"Amazing. And what exactly was your plan? You were here for only 2 days. Surely you had to have some sort of facilities, and then a way to get necessary supplies. And food!"

"Well, for water, I could just get a piece of ice, and let it melt in my mouth, but I don't think I ever did that. I didn't actually eat, at all, and nor did I slept at any time. I sat, for hours, looking. Just staring, thinking. Well, that isn't true. Around the mountains, I would use it as a sort of playground. I would make the ice form, and the snow, in whatever shape I pleased, into beauteous patterns and structures. When we took your camera crew up the mountain, we saw a few of those sights."

As she was saying that, pictures of the forest where they met Olaf and then of different icy sights they had beheld on their trip to find Elsa.

"That guy, the one who took those pictures," Kristoff said, in a lowered voice as to not drone out Elsa's dialogue, "he was always clicking on it, just marveled."

Elsa hummed a little bit, understanding what he meant.

Cooper resumed speaking. "You had not slept, for four days?"

"Not really," she let out a laugh, a comfortable one. "I didn't need to. I felt no exhaustion. Just liberated, and… free."

"So let me get this straight. You did not sleep, eat, and I'm assuming using the restroom, and either sat on this throne," he looked to her for consent, and the camera showed Elsa nodding "on this throne, staring off into space and thinking, or using your ice powers and influence the landscape?"

"Yes, Mr. Cooper, you understand."

"Well, it's just a bit hard to wrap it around our heads. You were able to get away with not eating, and sleeping?"


"Do you think that this means that perhaps there are other things you can avoid? Illness? Aging? Ice preserves, does it not?"

"Well, I've never truly been sick, but I suppose that can be attributed to my lower-than-normal body temperature. As for aging, I'm not sure. I am only 21 years old. We'll find out, I suppose."

"What was your plan, to just stay here, indefinitely?"

"Well, yes. I would spend my days here. Of course, I expected I would eventually have to feed myself, and sleep on bedding, and use facilities, but that was at the back of my mind."

"Well, your Majesty, any further thoughts on your palace?"

Elsa rested her chin on her hand, her arm resting on her throne arm chair. She tapped a slender finger against her check, seeming to mull it over. "Well, this was a place I created as an escape. This was the place, where I let it go. I was no longer that walled up girl that had to conceal everything. Freedom. This is what this place is. And I know one day, I probably will return. I don't know what the circumstances may be. Though, until that day, Marshmallow rules here."

Anna let out a sound of belligerence, but the queen shushed her soothingly. Kristoff snorted.

Back inside the television-with Olaf's little twig hairs sticking up to just block little bits of light-they were back in Arendelle. "Andersen Cooper, once back, got the privilege to walk amongst the citizens of Arendelle alongside Princess Anna. He was able to ask a few questions."

Kristoff leaned forward. "You went out with that Cooper fellow?" he directed at Anna.

Anna picked her head up enough to look at him. "Yeah, but Olaf was with us. I think you were still up at Elsa's ice palace, or around that area with the photographer."

Kristoff, nodded, sated. "I didn't know about that. Weird."

Cooper was talking to a large man, carrying a young girl, most likely his daughter. Cooper asked, "So, what is it like, being a citizen of the Snow Queen?"

Anna translated into Norwegian. "Hva er dine tanker om å ha Snødronningen?"

The man laughed, and replied. "Det er rart, med gårdsplassen blir alltid i vinter, alltid. Minst har vi vår hersker tilbake. De tretten år var tøff på folk i Arendelle, på den måten at vi var fjernt fra mannen vi kalte kongen. Selvfølgelig, på første, var vi alle redde. Men nå? Vi er glade. Hun er en sterk hersker, avbalanserte, og viet, som allerede har sett. Og ingen nasjon ville våge å utfordre en dronning som kan fryse alle sine soldater i et øyeblikk! Jeg føler meg trygg her, med min familie. Jeg ville ikke ønsker å være noe annet sted. Lenge leve Dronning Elsa, etter min mening."

Anna translated. "It's strange, with the courtyard always experiencing winter. At least we have our ruler back. The thirteen years were tough on the people of Arendelle without the king. Of course, we were afraid at first. But now, we are happy. She is a strong ruler, cool-headed, and devoted, as already seen. No country would dare to attack with a queen that could freeze any enemies. I feel safe here, with my family. I wouldn't want to live anywhere else. Long live Queen Elsa, in my opinion."

"That's not the exact translation," pointed out Elsa.

"Hey! He said a lot of stuff!"

Four little kids sat, hands behind their back, standing straight. The three boys and one girl each spoke.

"Dronning Elsa er den beste, fordi hun leker med oss."

"Ja, det er alltid snø på gårdsplassen, og vi kan gå på skøyter, og det er Olaf!"

"Ja, er Olaf gøy!"

"Hennes Majestet er stor, og veldig pen." A chorus of ja's followed.

"Well, they say that Elsa's the best, because she plays with the children in the courtyard, and Olaf is always around. Oh, and she's very pretty." Anna summed up

A couple of old women, sitting outside their houses in rocking chairs, looked at Cooper as he asked a question. "Would you say you are set in your ways?"

Anna asked the question, "Vil du si at du er satt i en tradisjonell livsstil?"

They both said yes at the same time. Cooper smiled.

"Good, good. But surely this magic your queen possesses seems a bit scary, or un-Godly to you?"

"Frykter du den magiske dronningen besitter, eller det kan være ugudelig?"

The women looked at each other, and then back at Anna, and the one on the left asked, "Må vi snakker ikke til en prinsesse? Vil øret av dronningen ikke høre våre ord?"

Anna waved her arms, in insistence. "Nei, nei, ikke frykter at vi vil forfølge dere. Jeg forstår at folk er redde min søster er en heks, og hun er ikke det, men det er vanskelig for folk å gjøre en overgang til å se ting som henne som mer enn trolldom og onde. Men jeg forsikrer deg, du har ingenting å frykte, verken fra min søsters is makter, eller fra våre vakter."

Cooper moved forward, leaning off of the wooden beam he had been propped up against. "What are they saying?"

Anna turned to him, as the two women quietly muttered to each other. "Hold on a second, Mr. Cooper."

"Prinsesse," began the one on the right, "kan du høre oss når vi sier at vi elsker vår dronning. Hun har vært snill, og jobber hardt for å gjøre det godt igjen for vinteren satte hun oss gjennom, og forstå, vi er takknemlige. Men det er vanskelig å endre gamle kvinner fra sine gamle måter, og vi ble oppdratt til å frykte en slik magi."

Anna looked at them, and nodded. "Jeg forstår." Then to Cooper, she said, "They love Elsa. They just were raised in a different time. Her magic is strange. But Elsa and I expect that."

Cooper nodded. "I see."

"Wait, where am I?" asked Olaf, stretching his twig hands towards the bright screen.

"Perhaps they didn't want you to be seen yet. They have yet to call you a snowman yet, Olaf," said Elsa.

"Oh. Right."

Back inside the castle now, Anna's interview with Kroft continued.

"So, your Highness, how were you handling the fallout on your end? Mass chaos, a sudden winter in July, and the discovery for the people their queen-and your sister-has magic in her control! That's a lot to deal with."

"Yes, but really, I was never really meant to lead. I'm the spare, in case something happened to Elsa. And I am most certainly not queen material. I can't lead. I could think that I needed to get to my sister. People were afraid of the snow, so someone had to go find her and stop it. It was all my fault. I pushed Elsa to the breaking point. I had to go make it right. I left… Hans… in control, which turned out to be the right decision, as he took good care of Arendelle. The best way to travel, at that moment, was a horse, considering snowmobiles had yet to be broken out, and cars were certainly not an option, and I didn't even know how to drive such vehicles. I set off immediately, which is a tribute to my lack of planning, in nothing more than the same dress I was at the ball in. Yeah," Anna rubbed her neck sheepishly.

Kristoff, as soon as Anna said "I'm the spare," spotted out of the corner of his eye, Elsa leaning down to Anna's ear and whispering something. Anna sighed happily, and patted her sister's calf. "I know," she whispered back.

Kroft laughed. "Well, you were caught up in the moment."

"That's true. Way too true."

"But along the way, you lost your horse, correct?"

"Oh yeah, I fell off him, and got stuck in some deep snow. I was able to get out, but he was long gone, and I had to climb. I wasn't going back-more evidence of my lack of common sense-I just couldn't. I'm not sure why I didn't freeze to death.

"I travelled all day, just climbing up. Eventually, night descended, and I stumbled down a hill, and hit a creek. My whole skirt froze! Luckily, there was a cabin not far from me, and I went in. It was a business; "Wandering Oaken's Trading Post" and underneath that sign was a little one that said there was a sauna. That sounded really nice at the time.

"I went inside, and instantly was greeted by a man, who said, and I am literally quoting here, 'Big summer blowout! Half off swimming suits, clogs, and a sun balm of my own invention.'"

"I don't suppose you bought any of that?"

"Nope. Luckily, there was some set of clothes for winter, but it was a winter dress. I'm talking what they wore a few centuries ago, in the winter. That's when Kristoff came in."

"Kristoff Bjorgman."

"Oh great," groaned the owner of that name. "They're gonna talk about me now."

Anna stifled a giggle. "Well, duh."

"A young man that has lived his whole life in the mountains, he is large, tough, and obviously knows the wilds of Arendelle well from his rugged first impression. He grew up, surprisingly, with trolls, being orphaned at a young age. His business is a unique one- the people of Arendelle do not have refrigerators in the traditional sense. They have ice boxes, places where they would store ice, cut in the mountains and delivered down to Arendelle and its villages. This industry is an old and outdated one that was once a popular trade in the 19th century, but very prominent in the kingdom. Kristoff spends weeks at a time, up in the mountains, gathering ice blocks, and brings them down on his sled. Unfortunately, this sudden winter was a real problem for his business."

Kristoff mumbled as the interview of him started up. He was fidgeting in his seat, on the screen, while Kroft looked on, amused. Making him look like a fool. Americans.

"Mr. Bjorgman, can I call you Kristoff?"

Kristoff nodded.

"Well, Kristoff, I don't suppose you appreciated the irony of your situation when Elsa froze the summer. That's your busiest time, right?"

"Ja," he said in Norwegian as for a translation to not be necessary, and though he continued on in Sami-he never liked speaking in Norwegian, it felt like losing his cultural identity-the English translator talked over him, blocking out his voice.

"My whole business was disrupted because of the winter. Luckily, the Queen was kind enough to name me the Royal Ice Master and Deliverer- meaning I just get ice for the castle and they pay me with food and a room, one right next to the stables so I can sleep with Sven."

"Sven is your reindeer, right?"

"And my best friend. I've known him since I was 6, and we have been together ever since."

"13 years?"

"Yes. He's getting old, I know, but he's done well so far."

"That's a long time for such a companion."

"Yes it is."

Kristoff scoffed at the awkwardness dripping into his voice. Why did Kroft have to say something so conversation-stopping and obvious?

"How did you two meet?"


"Hmm?" Kristoff turned to look at Elsa. She smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry about the damage to your ice business. I don't think I ever really apologized."

"Oh, no, Elsa, it's fine." The young man waved her off, before turning his attention back to the television.

"Kristoff, you walked into the cabin, and what is the first thing you see?"

"I just saw a shop. Nothing special. I looked around, until I caught sight of Oaken. And Anna was standing there. I didn't really think much of her at the time."

"This Oaken and proved to be very interesting, so we sent a reporter up there to speak to him."

The television's screen turned bright as it showed Cooper walking up to the cabin that held Oaken's trading post. He walked in, and much to Kristoff's surprise, Oaken stood up to greet him, as if he knew they were already coming. Cooper sat down on a chair pulled up to the counter that Oaken was standing behind.

"Well, Mr. Oaken, how long has your trading post been here?"

The large man replied in his silly voice: "Oh, a few years or so." The English translation quickly followed that of his native language.

"I bet you've seen a lot of strange people stop through here. In July, Princess Anna claimed she came here and bought some winter clothes from you."

"Oh yes, I remember! It is very surprising as she survived that whether in such clothing as she was wearing! She also bought the last of my winter department, besides the snow shoes. Another fellow, not that big, came through later, and bought those. Said something about getting a closer look at the Snow Queen's palace. Had an expensive camera with him."

"What did you think when everything was suddenly winter?"

"Well, I was surprised, but it was a good situation for business! And I always think about business!"

"And when Princess Anna and Kristoff Bjorgman arrived?"

"Well, I thought they were crazy, going out in a storm like that. And that Kristoff fellow, he was quite rude. Calling me a crook for trying to run a business!"

"I see," said Cooper, an amused smile on his face. But it wasn't cruel.

The interview switched back over to Anna. "So, Princess, please give us the story after Kristoff walked in?"

"Well, he came up to me, and I was at the counter, and I mean real close, like," she put her hand inches from her face, "and mumbled something. He was covered in ice and snow, and he had a cloth around his face to keep it warm. I didn't really understand him, but it turns out he was telling me to move because there were carrots behind me." Anna giggled at that. "When he tried to buy things from the 'vinter' department, he didn't have enough, and so when he complained, Oaken said it was all about supply and demand. And Kristoff replied 'You wanna talk about a supply and demand problem? I sell ice for a living.' I of course rambled in response to that, since it was really ironic, considering, well, you know… anyways! He was real gruff, and told us-Oaken and I-that the storm was rolling off the North Mountain, and it was, of course, magical. Well, Elsa, anyone?" Anna giggled, inside and outside of the screen. A light tap could be heard, and Anna's half-whimper, half-annoyed cry followed.

The scenes on-screen showed the area around Oaken's cabin, and Kroft's voice explained what followed.

"After a disagreement over prices, resulting in a little bit of name-calling, and Kristoff was kicked out. But he retaliated by spending the night in Oaken's shed."

Footage of Cooper poking around the barn popped up, and Kroft continued. "The Princess bought all the supplies necessary, including the carrots, and kindly asked, then demanded Kristoff take her up to the mountain, with the enticing reward of bringing back summer for his ice business to resume."

"My first impressions?" Kristoff was back. "Annoying. Bold. A little crazy. But I suppose brave, and unwaveringly true."

"They started off immediately, at the Princess's insistence. It wasn't long before the two met resistance, amongst the pair, and then against the elements."

"When we were well on our way, I asked Anna what made the Queen go ice-crazy, and she started explaining, but I was stuck on something: she got engaged to a guy she had just met that day. We started arguing about that, but as we were doing that, Sven came to a stop. We were being followed by wolves. The pack attacked, practically dragging me off the sleigh. I barely held on. Anna ended up whacking one wolf with my instrument, and setting my sleeping bag on fire and throwing it at the one that had a grip on me. Sven was running towards a cliff, and I threw Anna up onto him and had him jump, and I propelled off the sleigh to land on the other side. Suffice to say, that the whole experience had ruined me for helping people ever again, but Sven convinced me that I should help her."

"Sven… your reindeer?"

"Yes," said on-screen Kristoff, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

"How exactly did you reindeer convince you?" Kroft was shooting dubious looks at the young man.

"I can understand his expressions. He's my best friend, after all."

A shot of Kroft showed him regarding the blond for a second more, than moving on. "So what happened after you landed on the other side?" Kristoff began to grumble, earning him a look from both the royal women sitting near him- Anna had to lift her head up, straining, almost, so her blue eyes looked a little crossed, interrupting Elsa from stroking her sister's hair, which caused Elsa to regard him curiously. He just waved them off.

"We set back off. We didn't really rest much, though occasionally Anna would climb up on Sven and take a quick snooze. At one point, we overlooked Arendelle, and it was amazing, what we saw. The entire kingdom was frozen, with the sunrise casting a soft glow over it, like a blanket. It was beyond words."

The interview was discarded and Kroft came up, perched on his chair in the 60 Minutes background scene. "And onwards and upwards they travelled, continuing their trek to North Mountain. But, little did they know, their little group would soon increase by one."

And with that, the commercial break began.