Kristoff's POV

I glared at the man in front of me. He hurt both Anna and Elsa. Suddenly, Hans pointed out a young girl who had deep havana brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, a golden beige skin tone, and a sewed-up, brown leather bag. She was running towards me, skidding to a stop. This dark look appeared on her face as she glared at me. "Are you ... Kristoff Bjorgman?" she asked me.

I nodded at her. Out the corner of my eye, Hans had pulled Anna close to him and I saw her blush. I let my eyes glare. I still loved her. The girl scoffed, "you look so much like Dad." My eyes went back to the girl, out of the glare. "What?"

The girl handed me a photo of ... my biological parents. She was right. Before I could ask her about the picture, she snatched it back. "Of course you forgot their names. You don't remember what they looked like," she sneered. "I never knew my biological family because they gave me away," I sneered.

"They did the same with me. Left me on the steps in the orphanage," she snapped. There was venom in her voice. "I'm your sister." I went quiet. She looked like she was ready to run again. I grabbed her arm and looked at her, my tawny brown eyes gazing deeply into her chocolate brown eyes. I pulled her into a hug. I didn't notice that Anna and Hans had fled the scene until I pulled away from my newly found relative.

My sister pulled away from me. Elsa ran off after Hans and Anna. I grabbed her arm, running after the three. "Anna!" I yelled. I felt my sister needed my protection, even though she's made it this far on her own. She looks like she needs someone to hold on to, and that's me. When we got back to the castle, Anna and Hans walked off to stroll the garden.

Elsa sighed, looking at my sister. "What's your name?" she asked. "You're a stranger. Stranger danger," my sister snapped. "She's good, sis. What's your name?" I asked, not knowing it and not bothering to ask back there. My sister clenched her fists, but Elsa uncurled them. There was blood underneath her nails and in her palm. "I'm not letting you leave, you know that?" I shot, looking at her.

"You're acting like our parents. Guess the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree," she spat. There was a tap on the window. Then a girl, about my sister's age, looked through the window. She had long blond hair and really bright blue eyes. My sister looked at the window. The girl smiled at her. My sister smiled back. I sighed and let go of her. I had to focus on Anna. I could worry about my relative later on.

I ran towards the gardens, Elsa had beat me to them though. I watched as Anna and Elsa fought each other. Then Anna got pushed down into the fountain by Elsa, and then the unspeakable happened. Hans punched Elsa square in the face and she was out like a light.