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Send in ☼ for my muse’s reaction to yours sliding their hand up mine’s thigh.
Kristoff had been enjoying his stuffed ravioli. Really. He didn't often eat pasta because it made him unnaturally tired, but with him having the next few days off, he figured he could treat himself to a heavy dinner at the castle. He was mid-chew, warm and cheesy and chock full of spinach when he felt a fleet of dainty little fingers landing on his leg just above his knee. He stopped chewing then, just as a palm joined in and began to travel up his thigh, making Kristoff go delightfully pink and nearly choke on his food until he managed to swallow it down. "Anna," he mumbled under his breath to the princess sitting next to him who looked highly amused with the plate of pasta before her, "This is not funny."