(A/N: Kristelsa always seemed like something really fun to do, and there are hardly any stories about it! So I decided to contribute myself. :D It's still the same universe and all, but I'm still going to classify it as an AU; the characters are kind of OOC, and the events are entirely different than those of the movie, and you'll see why pretty quickly. Enjoy, and tell me what you think!)

Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen or anything affiliated with it.

…Damnit.

Chapter 1: A New Face (Or Two)

I need to get out of here.

Elsa had just been found out; the one thing that absolutely could not happen had happened.

And it had to be the day of her coronation.

Why on Earth did it have to be at her goddamn coronation, where practically the whole world could see just who she was?

She shook herself out of it and continued up the mountain. "The past is the past," she continuously murmured to herself. "It's over now, and I need to focus on getting away fr – ah!"

Elsa was rudely knocked onto the snow-covered ground.

"P-please, stay away!" she stuttered immediately, before she got the chance to look up. When she did though, she was startled senseless.

She was face to face with a reindeer.

"AH!" she shrieked, tumbling backwards.

The reindeer cocked it's head at her, and she grumbled. "It's just…a freakin' reindeer," she muttered begrudgingly.

"Just a freakin' reindeer?" came a voice from behind her.

"GAH!"

For the third time in twenty seconds, Elsa stumbled backwards into the snow.

"Hey, calm down!" the man said, laughing. He held out a hand. "I'm sorry for…all of that."

Elsa glanced up at the man. He was a pretty big guy; broad shoulders, blonde hair, and a black beanie atop his head.

Elsa couldn't help but notice how toned his muscles were.

She felt herself blush slightly. He's handsome, too – Elsa!

She was tempted to grab his hand, but remembering her powers at the last second, she neglected it and stood up on her own.

Brushing herself off, she told him, "T-thank you, but…I really need to get going." With that, Elsa started towards the opposite direction.

The man didn't stop there, though.

"Huh? Hey, wait!" He started to jog after her, and Elsa picked up her pace.

He beat her to it and was at her side once more.

"Look, I didn't mean to make a bad impression – or hit you with a reindeer, of course – so…can we start over?"

Elsa was ready to blurt out a "No!" and leave, but something told her not to. Maybe she needed this; a little human interaction that wouldn't immediately accuse her of witchcraft or sorcery sounded refreshing, after all.

Taking a deep breath, she turned to the man slowly and nodded.

A smile widened the man's face as he extended his hand again.

"I'm Kristoff," he said.

Elsa smiled back and took his hand – make sure it's gloved, Elsa – and shook. "Elsa."

Kristoff's eyes widened. "Wait, Elsa as in…the queen of Arendelle?"

Elsa let out a slight chuckle. "Just call me Elsa, please," she added.

"But…but your Majesty –"

"Kristoff, it's Elsa," she told him again, smirking.

The man coughed uncomfortably. "Right. Well, uh, your M – Elsa – god, this is going to be hard."

Elsa let out a giggle – she hardly giggled – and smiled genuinely at the man. "What brings you out here at this time, Kristoff?"

The mountain man chuckled. "I could easily ask the same for you," he responded. "But I'm out here because I just got done harvesting."

Elsa raised an eyebrow curiously. "Harvesting…?"

"Oh, ice," he added.

The queen gulped nervously.

"You…are going to hate me," she muttered very quietly.

"What's that?"

"Oh, uh, nothing…erm, I was wondering – is there, perhaps, a place I could stay for the night? I'll explain everything later, I promise, it's just that…now's probably not the best time."

"I've got a lodge nearby," Kristoff suggested. "I was just headed there now, and it'd be an honor to have her Ma – Elsa, gosh – as a guest."

Despite herself, Elsa couldn't help but giggle again. "Thank you, Kristoff."

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"Here we are!" Kristoff's voice rang out as he opened up the cabin door. "It's, uh…it's not much, but it's home."

Elsa stepped in. "Thank you," she said, and looked around. There was a small dining table in the right corner, a hefty bed in the left, and a couch facing the fireplace, which flickered lively in the dark.

It was definitely different to what Elsa was used to.

She grew up in the isolated walls of a castle, for crying out loud; this was very strange.

But the homely feeling was something she had never really felt before, and she instantly decided that she liked – no, she loved it.

"I've only got one bed," Kristoff reported, snapping her out of her thoughts. "You can have it – I'll take the couch."

Elsa paused. "No, no, it's okay – I can sleep on –"

Kristoff shook his head, chuckling. "Please, just take the bed," he replied. "I won't take no for an answer, your Elsa – uh, Maje – Elsa."

It was the queen's turn to chuckle, smiling brightly. "We'll work on that," she reassured him in a teasing manner. "And if you insist." She sat down at the couch and sighed contently. "Thank you, again. I mean it."

Kristoff nodded. "It's my pleasure," he said.

Kristoff was dying to know just what exactly had caused the queen to want to stay a night, but he knew better then to blatantly ask out of the blue – or ask at all, for that matter. He'd save it for later.

As for his actual condition: well, wasn't it something.

Here was the queen of Arendelle – no big deal or anything – sleeping in his own godforsaken bed for a night.

What?!

Kristoff shook his head and glanced at the queen, who was unfolding the blanket he had put out for her.

She reached up into her hair with her gloved hands – why were they still gloved? – and undid her bun in one swift motion, letting her hair cascade down her left shoulder in one big braid.

Kristoff felt his heart skip a beat.

Unfortunately for him, she noticed him staring.

"Did I…did I do something wrong?" she asked him, worried.

He snapped himself out of it and shook his head, throwing a last second grin on his face. "Nah, nah, you're fine," he responded quickly. Blushing slightly, he added, "I'm going to go feed Sven quickly; sit tight, okay?"

She nodded and smiled. "Okay."

Kristoff ducked outside and took a deep breath. Scratching his head sheepishly, he clicked his tongue thoughtfully.

This is going to be interesting.

(A/N: Once break commences, I'm happy to say I will be typing a lot more then usual! Yay!

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