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*･゜ﾟ･❄*"You didn't even drink anything tonight," Sven moaned disappointedly, slightly sloshed as they climbed up the narrow staircase to Krisa's tiny apartment. The tiny blonde shrugged her shoulders. 

"Well, I'm sorry, but I just don't feel like waking up on my birthday with a huge hangover," Krisa murmured with a yawn as they finally approached her front door. "That happened once before, and I didn't even get to eat any cake because I felt so sick. And you know how Mom was." She reached into her bag and began rummaging around for the keys. "Right, right. Well, anyway. G'night, Krisa." Sven gave his foster sister a one armed hug as she opened the door. "Seeee you tomorrow!" He grinned and then all of a sudden, slapped her on the butt. Krisa yelped. "What the hell was that for?!" she punched him in the shoulder, causing the creep to whine--but he kept the smile. "Enjooooy," he whispered, cryptically, as Krisa began to frown at him, wondering what he was up to. He was the worst when he was drunk, always doing something crazy. Sven backed up, snapping and pointing a finger at Krisa before swiveling around and running off. Krisa paused for a moment, wondering if she should even bother--then brushed it off her shoulders, figuring there were some days she didn't even understand her brother, and she entered her apartment. --only to discover a redhead sitting in her kitchen. "Oh my god--who are you?!" she shrieked immediately, grabbing her lamp out of instinct in self-defense.  "How did you get in here?!" Before he could answer, her phone began ringing, playing Sven's ringtone. "Don't move."

"Do you like your present?"

"...are you serious? This is--you let a stranger into my apartment?"

"Not a stranger...a call boy! A lord of the evening. Whatever you wanna call it. 's about time you swiped the old v-ca--"

"--stop talking. Damn it, Sven. That was why you wanted me to drink. Well, joke's on you, because there's no way I'm going through with this."

"Well either way, you gotta take care of him till tomorrow. I was only able to pay him half. So really, you might as well enjoy while you can!"

"I'm not going to d--"

"Good night! I expect to hear all the details tomorrow morning." And with that, the brat hung out, leaving Krisa standing there. She put her lamp back down and let out a slow groan, rubbing her face with her hands. 

"Jesus." She was going to get him for this. And take away his key. Now she had to deal with everything. 

Krisa sighed, tossing her bag on the table and pulling out a chair in front of the guy. She cleared her throat.

"All right, I'm sorry, just…no. This isn't going to happen. I don't…" she scratched behind her ear awkwardly, trying to find the words. "...I don't do this." Krisa didn't believe that her first time should be with a completely random albeit kind of a cute person. It was something special.

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"Can you please just not put your boots there?”

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*･゜ﾟ･❄*  "Oh, uh...sorry."                   { Krisa put her feet down, scratching the back of her neck                      awkwardly. }

                 "You got any carrot based items?"

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"Hm." Pursing his lips, with eyes closed, Killian tilted his head to the side. "Fair enough — after all, I admit: it’s not like I have a job that allows me to buy expensive swords every bloody day me-self.” He let out an amused huff.

Smirking faintly, he lifted a brow.

    “I see your point. So, I take it this job of yours is a one-woman job?”

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"Right, and your job is..." The sentence lingered, glance falling back to his weapon. "...this." At least from what she had seen so far, he didn't seem like the pirates from those old stories who would run about, waving his sword around and shooting and killing as he pleased.

"Well, one woman, one reindeer," Krisa corrected with a one  shouldered shrug. "Sven. He's probably how I got into this whole mess to begin with--I told him to watch the boat while I was sleeping." In hindsight, that was most likely her fault, though. Krisa should've known that Sven was tired, too. She guessed he fell asleep while the boat drifted off. 

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{{ What if Kristoff and Andrew crashed and fell over each other in front of the girls, maybe during their group date, and the girls suddenly realize that Boy X Boy is very hot. // icedeliveress // awkward-in-arendelle // kristoffbjxrgman // princeofarendelle // }}

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{{OMG I MADE THEIR CHRISTMAS CARD just ignore me i'm having too much fun but I just think it's so funny because Krisa's totally like wtf kristoff you were supposed to wear your reindeer costume too and he's just like whoops i forgot it

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❥‿↗⁀{  Propping her head up on her hand, Anna continued to stare. He really was something. His nose was probably a little too big for his face, and his shaggy mop of hair more resembled a dog than actual hair but- Well, he clearly worked out, the puppy dog look was kind of charming. Anna had a weakness, and she was not ashamed to admit it. Kristoff Bjorgman happened to fall into every one of them. 

At the sound of her friend’s voice, Anna glanced away from the elder Bjorgman to Krisa, lifting a brow in curiosity. That guy was…what? Adorable. Stacked, Gorgeous. Honestly, Anna hadn’t been around him long enough to really get to know his personality. Krisa was always coming over to her place, or they were going out, or…well, she’d probably orchestrated it so that when Anna was over she had as little contact with her brother as possible. Not that Anna could blame her, she knew how brothers could be.

"What Krisa?" Anna leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. "That guy is what? Come on! Don’t hold out on me now.” Reaching out, she shook her friend’s arm as her face disappeared. "Well…that depends…what do you think I’m going to ask you?"

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*･゜ﾟ･❄*  "He's--" Really, what could she say? "H-He's my brother! And this is really weird, Anna!" She couldn't imagine going through the usual boy talk (which was already Krisa's least favorite topic, cats being number two) when her best friend would be dating her twin. It had been bad enough listening to Anna moon over her that King Jerk-burns of Douche Mountain back before they broke up.

               But hearing her talk about her own brother? That was just creepy. Krisa didn't think she could stomach the ginger giving her a play-by-play of their first kiss or...anything else. Oh, God. Krisa shuddered.                "Urrrrrrrr...." she grumbled like a grumpy bear as Anna shook her arm.                Part of the blonde wanted to retaliate with "well, what do you think I think you're going to ask me?" because she definitely didn't want to be the one to say it. Come on, this was torture enough. But, knowing the result would be the same either way...Krisa sighed and cut to the chase, raising head slightly, narrowed eyes peeping out from over her arm.                "You're gonna ask me to talk to Kristoff for you, to make you sound really cool...and basically set you two up."                Krisa was beginning to understand that she didn't really have a choice in this matter. And if Kristoff wasn't her brother, she would honestly probably support this relationship one hundred percent. She couldn't imagine a better girlfriend for him than Anna--the girl practically smothered people with love, but in a good way--and she knew Kristoff would treat Anna well too. She'd just have to get used to this.                "...all right," she sighed, finally sitting up properly, hands slapping over her knees. "All right, I'll do it. But--I have some conditions."  "Do not tell me my brother is hot.    Don't tell me about any of your fantasies or...."activities" that are past PG-13.    Don't make me pick sides during fights.               Aaaand last...don't end up ditching me for him."

               Krisa smirked, reaching over to pinch Anna's cheek a little roughly. "--you were my friend first, kay?" Her only friend besides Sven, really. And she didn't want relationship trouble getting in the middle of any of that.

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❥‿↗⁀{  Anna laughed softly, wrinkling her nose at Kris, then glancing past her to where her brother was in the living room. "You hear me," she whispered, absently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she continued to stare. "Has he been working out or something? Cause…really, he is smoking.”

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*･゜ﾟ･❄* Krisa glanced back at where Anna was looking, and could not see what was going on in that girl's head. All she saw was the nose-picking, booger-eating, stinky older brother who would grapple over the last piece of toast with her over breakfast. Smoking? No. No. No no no nonononononononononono. No.

               "Let me stop you right there, Anna. That guy is--"              --wait...she couldn't really think of anything bad to say about him. Besides smelly and dorky. The latter of which was more of a word that described the redhead, anyway. Come to think of it, they might actually be good for each other. Anna could get Kristoff to go out more often (and thus leaving Krisa to have full control of the remote), Kristoff could help bring Anna back down to earth...maybe it would work out. No, wait, no. She wasn't actually thinking about this, was she?

                Ugh, though. This was messy. Krisa buried her head in her hands, muffled groan coming out from between. "Please tell me you're not going to ask me what I think you're going to ask me."

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❥‿↗⁀{  ”Okay…can I just say something crazy?” Anna leaned across the table, her eyes darting to the side, then back to the girl in front of her. "Your brother is hot.”

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*･゜ﾟ･❄* ". . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."                   . . . . . .come again?" Not uh. Nope. Nope. She wasn't doing this. This was NOT happening. Her best friend was NOT telling her that KRISTOFF was "hot."

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'cause i love him with all that i am and my voice shakes along with my hands cause it's frightening to be swimming in this strange sea but i'd rather be here than on land yes he's all that i see and he's all that i need and i'm out of my league once again

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⊰☆⊱ Andrew honestly had no clue why he said that. He was wearing underwear. His freckled cheeks heated up and he shifted underneath her, embarrassed, clearing his throat when Krisa looked up at him. He wouldn’t say they were dating. Or at least Andrew would like to think so. He knew he was in love with this beautiful young woman. Right now they were together and that’s all that mattered to Andrew.            However he wasn’t sure if Krisa loved him back that way. It seemed so. They were attached at the hip during the whole two weeks he and his family were there. giving each other secret kisses, holding each other, Andrew wiping out on the slopes every time he got onto a board and Krisa teasing him. However Krisa was gentle. Kind when teaching him how to-pretty much do anything, Andrew found that nice. She wasn’t doing it because he was a son of a political man, she was teaching him because she wanted to.            Andrew opened his mouth to explain that he was wearing his boxers when a glint in her golden brown eyes caught him off guard. What? He wanted to ask, but he was speechless when she drew him close for a kiss. But it wasn’t their usual peck they share on the stairs or on the slopes. He swallowed hard, his hand stilling on her back as she whispered. What? Wait, what? What? He swallowed once more, his green eyes lowered, flicking back and forth, trying to read her expression.                       Does she-? Is she ready-?            Andrew hesitated for a moment that seemed like forever before pressing a hot kiss to her full lips, twisting his lower half from underneath her, his hands on her shoulders. Gently he laid Krisa back on her bed and held a firm hand on her hip, caressing her cheek softly.           “Um-…Are you-…” The words caught in his throat and he looked away. Krisa was so cute, he was having a hard time holding himself back.           “Do you-… Want to do this?” Oh god. Nice, dude. Totally smooth.

*･゜ﾟ･❄* This wasn't at all how Krisa had planned the night going. She was just in some sweater Bulda had knit ages ago and her pajama shorts, nothing particularly fancy or special. But then again, Krisa wasn't the type to dress up on most occasions. And this was just supposed to be like any other one of their movie nights, just without their third party--her cousins had asked if Sven could sleep in their room tonight, and after warning them not to paint his toes again, Krisa had relented. It was just her and Andrew tonight, and...the bed they were sitting on.

              She didn't have enough space for a couch, and so most of the time they had spent in her room had been on top or even under the blankets, though with Andrew, Krisa had never felt a moment of danger. He wasn't the type of guy to take advantage of a situation, or push another person to do anything. She trusted him, and for the snowboarder, that was saying a lot.

              Andrew was staring back at her now, looking just as lost as she was. Neither of them were really prepared. Krisa had never done anything like this before in her life, after all, but if she was going to...she wanted Andrew to be her first. If she was going to lose the only person she had ever really gotten close to outside of her family in just a few days, she wouldn't mind having one more good memory.

              Then suddenly, he was kissing her back, shifting out from under her and laying her down on her back. Her face felt like it was burning, skin trembling beneath his. No one had ever touched her like this before. He spoke, voice hesitant, asking her what she wanted. That was just like him, and it was how Krisa knew she had made the right decision. 

              "Yeah," she smiled softly, placing her hand on the one that stroked her hip. "I'm sure."                                       "I don't want anyone else."