A/N: This is the first long story that I'm posting here. This story comes with a warning though: the updates will probably be very slow. It took me nearly a week to write this chapter, and it's relatively short.

I decided to write this story because I like Star Wars and I like Frozen and there are way too little stories that combine both, so I figured I'd have to try and write one.

Now that I'm done with that, on with the story. Read, review and enjoy!

It was a cold and sunny winter day. The fresh snow sparkled like diamonds, hurting Kristoff's eyes as he rode in the sled. The road they were travelling wound through the forest, the snow-covered pines glittering in the sun, but Kristoff had seen them far too many times to admire their beauty.

"I'm bored, Sven", he complained. The reindeer snorted quietly. "Nothing interesting has happened to us in such a long time… all we do is go up the mountains, cut the ice, move the ice to the city, sell it, use the money to buy more equipment and carrots." Sven snorted again, as if to say 'would you rather do anything else?'

Kristoff smiled. "Of course not. You got me there. Still, sometimes I can't help but wonder if that's all there is to life. Of course, then I think that I have way too much free time and alcohol on my hands if I'm thinking about those kinds of things."

Sven gave the reindeer equivalent of a chuckle, then stopped abruptly, ears swiveling.

"What is it, Sven?"

Sven didn't answer. Cautious, Kristoff got out of the sled and approached the reindeer. "What is it, boy? You smell wolves? Nah, what wolves, it's the middle of the day…"

His musings were interrupted when Sven nudged him on the side with his antlers. Kristoff turned his head to where the reindeer was pointing. For a moment, he just stood, awestruck.

"A giant falling star!" he whispered after regaining his breath. "In the day, and so bright! And it fell only half a mile away from here! Sven, we have to go see it!"

Kristoff hastily untied the sled from Sven- it would only slow them down, and anyway, he was alone in these mountains and didn't have to worry about anyone stealing it- jumped on Sven and yelled: "Come on, boy!"

Sven was all too eager to oblige, and set off in the general direction of the star at a breakneck pace. "I didn't know you could run that fast, Sven!" Kristoff shouted over the wind. You've been holding out on me!"

Sven just grunted and continued to run.

After a few minutes they reached a clearing in the forest. Sven came to an abrupt stop.

"Are you sure this is the place where the star landed?" Kristoff asked Sven. Then he replied to himself in a deeper voice, imitating his reindeer: "Of course. Look at all the smoke coming from there. It can't be anything else." His voiced returned back to normal as he replied to 'Sven': "Yeah, you're right. As always."

Kristoff dismounted and carefully walked into the clearing, Sven right behind him. However, what he saw was not at all what he was expecting.

Kristoff had seen a lot of stars. The sky was full of them, and in the mountains, away from Arendelle's lights, there were even more. They were small and bright and when they fell they were usually too far away to see were they had landed. Kristoff had expected this star to be much the same- maybe a little bigger than it had looked in the sky, since the stars in the sky were very far away, but something like that. He thought it would be brighter, too, burning like a bonfire- it had been burning when it fell and the stars in the sky burned as well- and he supposed it would be circular in shape. He definitely did not think that he would see… this.

The star was lying in the clearing in the middle of a small crater that Kristoff guessed it had created when it fell. The snow around it was melted away, but the star itself was not on fire. It was blue and white, roughly triangular in shape and waaaaaay bigger than Kristoff had thought it would be. It took up about half the clearing.

"Well, Sven", Kristoff said in shock. "That's… not exactly what I had expected."

Slowly, he approached the star. Now that he got a closer look, he could see that it was obviously man made. Near the back of the 'star' (he wasn't sure what it was anymore) was a big dome of a semi-transparent material, like glass but a lot darker. The bubble appeared to be built into the triangle and was just big enough for a man. In fact, as Kristoff realized with a start, that was indeed the case. Inside the dark bubble was… someone or something man-shaped. He couldn't tell anymore without breaking the bubble, but the figure appeared unmoving.

Kristoff had no idea what the triangular object was, who was the person inside it or how he had ended up there, but he did know one thing: if it was a person, he had to help him.

He touched the bubble. It was not nearly as hot as he had anticipated; in fact, it was only slightly warm to the touch. That only made it easier for him.

Kristoff was more or less sure that he wouldn't succeed to open the glassy dome without breaking it, but he decided to try. To his surprise, the second he touched the side of the dome, something creaked and the dome began to rise, as if on a hinge.

'Must have pressed some sort of button', Kristoff thought. Behind him, Sven grunted in alarm.

"Don't worry, Sven. It's okay. I have to see if the person in this bubble is alive and whether or not he needs help. It's okay; he's not going to hurt us." 'The way it looks right now, it doesn't look like he's gonna hurt anyone. He doesn't look very alive' he added mentally. Still, he had to check.

The dome rose all the way and revealed that under it there was, in fact, a person. He looked to be about Kristoff's age, maybe a bit older, and he was unmoving. Kristoff couldn't tell whether he was breathing or not.

"Alright then. Sven, I'm gonna get this guy out of here."

Sven approached the bubble warily and touched it with his nose, jumping back in case the strange contraption decided to hurt him. When nothing happened he grunted, giving his approval to Kristoff to continue.

Kristoff unbuckled the straps that seemed to hold the guy in place and dragged him out of the bubble. He was heavier than he had expected. Hoisting him up onto his shoulders, Kristoff carried him away from the 'star' and, as gently as possible, deposited him onto the snow. He checked his pulse. It was very weak, but it was still there. 'Great', Kristoff thought. 'What am I gonna do with him now?'

Sven snorted. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm probably going to wait here until the guy wakes up. See if he's okay. I swear, Sven, sometimes it's like you can read my mind", Kristoff replied, and sat down in the snow next to the unconscious man for the wait.

As it turned out, the wait wasn't nearly as long as he had anticipated. Only a few seconds after Kristoff sat down on the snow, he heard a groan coming from next to him. He got up and kneeled next to the man. "Hey, you there, can you hear me?"

Unexpectedly, he got a reply. "Yeah…" The guy opened his eyes, revealing that they were a startling blue. He seemed a bit disoriented, but then, who wouldn't be?

He put his hand to his forehead, as if trying to remember something. "Where am I? Wait, wasn't I flying? Where is my fighter?" As he spoke, his voice got higher and more nervous, until by the time he asked about his 'fighter' (whatever that was), he sounded almost panicked.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down", said Kristoff. Amazingly, the man- no, more like a boy- seemed to listen to him. He took a few deep breaths, then asked in a calm voice: "Where am I?"

"You're a few miles away from Arendelle", Kristoff replied. "Do you remember how you got here?"

The young man pondered this for a second, then muttered: "Echuta!"

"What?" asked Kristoff, confused.

"Those one-eyed egg-sucking sons of slime-devils!"

"That doesn't help."

"I was fighting the seppies. I was winning, too, until that hutt slime crept up on me from behind and shot me down. I tried to enter hyperspace, but the ship was too damaged and I was forced to execute a crash landing on this planet, it being the only one around in a twenty-parsec radius. I suppose I hit my head during the landing, because I don't remember much of it."

"Look, this may come as a complete surprise to you, but this still doesn't help."

The young man seemed aggravated. "What would help? If I gave you a detailed account of the fight that led me to this point?"

"No," Kristoff said, ignoring the satire. "It would help if you told me what a parsec is, why are you talking about ships despite the fact that there is no water around, who are seppies, what do you mean by 'crash landing on this planet' and why you fell from the sky in a giant blue triangle."

The guy sighed. Kristoff thought he heard him mutter "Why do I always land on these force- forsaken planets that have never even heard of space travel?" under his breath, but he couldn't be sure.

Kristoff sighed, too. This was just weird. He had never heard of people falling from the sky in giant burning blue triangles, and he was pretty sure it wasn't natural. To make matters worse, the guy seemed to avoid giving him any answers that would actually make sense.

He was interrupted from his musings by the man, who tapped him lightly on the shoulder and asked: "Could you help me get up?"

"Yeah, sure", he replied, allowing the guy to lean on his shoulder as he struggled to get up. To his amazement, he actually succeeded. The guy looked like he had taken it pretty hard on the head, and Kristoff knew from experience how hard it could be to stand after getting a concussion.

Slowly, the man let go of Kristoff and took a few steps forward. When it became clear that he was completely capable of standing by himself, he turned around and asked Kristoff: "Where did you say I was?"

"A few miles away from Arendelle. It's a rather small town next to Arendelle Castle. The thing is, the whole kingdom is called Arendelle, but it's so small Arendelle town is the only town in it."

"I see." The man stood in place for a while, pondering the information. Kristoff decided to use the time to examine the man.

He looked to be about nineteen years old, with blond hair that was cut short except for a braid that dangled at his right shoulder. He was tall- about as tall as Kristoff himself if not taller- and he was wearing strange dark robes and a black glove on his right hand. He was handsome, Kristoff supposed, even though he was no expert on those sorts of things even he could see that.

"So," Kristoff decided to break the silence first, "Who are you?"

The man looked at him. "I am Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Padawan."