#poor Kristoff is always the awkward sandwich between these dorks

[astaralys]

Locked - a Frozen modern AU drabble

So the prompt for my writing group this week was ‘locked’ and, uh, I was giggling at all these ‘omg and then they were quarantined* fanfic memes....... and then I went and wrote one. I’m sorry? 😅

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Kristoff can’t tell if these sisters know each other too well, or not well enough.

“Hey,” he says when Anna opens the door. “My ma has an apocalyptic stash of toilet rolls, so I thought with everything locked down—”

“Aww, you shouldn’t have!” Anna throws her arms around him, crushing the toilet rolls uncomfortably between them. “Don’t mention the lockdown in front of Elsa.”

“Err, does she not… know?” Kristoff can’t compute the idea of Anna’s freakishly well-informed sister being ignorant to, well, anything.

“Of course she knows—Elsa knows everything. Don’t be ridiculous,” Anna says dismissively, confirming his thoughts. “But you know how she gets. I just don’t want her to, you know, worry.”

“Is that Kristoff?” Elsa’s voice drifts out. “Would he like to stay for dinner?”

“He said ‘yes’!” Anna calls back.

“I said nothing.”

“Hush, man. I lost rock scissors paper so we’re playing Scrabble after dinner and I have no hope of beating Elsa alone. So you’re staying.”

Kristoff would like to point out that they could have Siri and Alexa on their team, and Elsa would still wipe the floor with them. But he shrugs off his parka and ducks into the kitchen to check on Elsa while Anna stashes away the toilet rolls.

He finds her frowning over a pot of soup, holding a ladle as if poised for battle. “Is it supposed to be this red?” she asks in precisely the tone of worry Kristoff was warned about. Anna must have asked her to watch the stove while she got the door, and Elsa is, of course, taking her responsibility very seriously.

Kristoff looks over her shoulder. “Depends. What kind of soup is it supposed to be?”

“Minestrone.”

“Yes, Elsa. Just… yes. It’s supposed to be this red.”

“Are you sure? Because the last time we went to an Italian restaurant—oh.” Elsa turns around and beckons him closer. “Please don’t mention the situation in Italy around Anna.”

They can hear Anna singing along to an old Taylor Swift song as she arranges items in the storage cupboard—followed by an “ack!” and the sound of things tumbling to the floor.

“Does she not know?” Kristoff asks dubiously for a second time, because he can believe that. But that’s a little ridiculous, even for Anna.

Elsa purses her lips. “I’m not sure. I think she does. I mean, I haven’t mentioned it around her. It’s just… the pandemic has taken so many lives overnight. You know Anna. I just don’t want her to get upset.”

“Why—won’t—this—fit! Argh!” Anna huffs in the background, sounding plenty upset to Kristoff.

They get through dinner and Kristoff spends the night trying to keep a straight face watching Anna and Elsa circle each other like they’re playing Taboo instead of Scrabble.

Then he and Anna lose for the third round and decide to split so they can tag team Elsa (he still doesn’t know how that will work)—and Kristoff takes one look at his tiles and chokes.

Anna smacks his back while Elsa passes him a glass of water. “Sounds like you have a good word,” she remarks.

Kristoff stares at C-O-R-O-N-A and says weakly, “Yep.”

It’s his turn. Think fast, Bjorgman.

“Elsa? Quick question…”

“Yes?”

“You can spell ‘raccoon’ with one ‘C’, right?”

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If you’re bored and stuck indoors, searching the ‘drabble’ tag on my tumblr should come up with a couple more modern AU drabbles. My longer fics are on FF.net and there are a heap of good fics in my favourite stories list you can work your way down! Also taking modern AU requests from this prompt list.

Stay safe and kind, friends!