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[justlookatthosesausages]

Okay omg go on go on give me some angst or fluff writing prompts in the askbox I'm on the Snow Sisters writing vibe yeeeeehaaaaaw!

[hannahberrie]

hey i hope im not a bother but i love your fan fics and i had like a little idea if you wanted to write a kristanna one?? the idea was where kristoff took anna to watch him work and he's cutting through the ice and anna and thinks he's going to fall through and she leaps to him and tackles him down kristoff is annoyed because she's slowing him down and she confesses its only bc she doesnt want to see him freeze like he had to with her, idk i just thought it'd be cute??

Of Danger and Endearment Rating: K+WC: 2184

A/N: You’re not a bother at all! And omfg this is cute as hell. 

Kristoff had always had a problem saying ‘no’ to Anna. Whether she was asking him to attend yet another ball, getting him to sneak into her room after nightfall (despite the fact that they both knew Elsa would turn him into a block of ice if they were caught), or taking his prized sled to the top of the North Mountain, just so she could pick the crocuses that grew there, he just couldn’t turn her down.

Maybe it was the whine she’d emit, or even the adorable pout she’d adorn that could send even the most ruthless of criminals to their knees in repentance. Either way, they both killed him every time, and she knew it.

That’s why when he awoke one morning to find her bouncing on top of him (and not in a way he would have preferred), shaking him awake, and calling his name in that voice, he knew he might as well comply in advance. That is, until she actually voiced her request.

“No,” he insisted, shaking his head as he scrambled out of bed, looking for his shirt. “Not going to happen.”

“Aw, c’mon!” She whined, snatching his shirt off the floor and holding it protectively. “I wanna know what it’s like! You’re always out harvesting, and I’m here all alone and bored.”

He walked towards her, his eyes focused solely on the blue cotton garment clutched in her hands. “You have Elsa.”

“She’s busy doing Queen-things!”

“And I’m busy doing harvesting-things! Things that aren’t safe for you!”

She pouted as she backed up into the wall, his shirt now clutched behind her back. “You don’t know that! I can handle myself, and you know it! I fought those wolves, I helped us escape a snow monster, and I saved you from falling to your death! I even punched Hans off a boat! I’m capable!”

“I know you are,” he insisted, stopping in front of her and finally meeting her gaze. “Trust me Anna, you’re amazing, but…I don’t want to take my chances. I need to make sure you’re okay, which you will be here in the castle.”

“I’ll be okay if I’m with you!” She said simply, crossing her arms over her chest as if that settled the matter.

He eyed her, trying to mask his frustration. “I know but…you-”

“Are you saying you can’t keep me safe?” She continued, raising an eyebrow. “Are you saying you’re incapable?”

“No!”

“Then let me come!”

He scowled and opened his mouth to retort, but no words came. If he didn’t let her come, she’d hang it over his head forever, not to mention he didn’t want her to start to think that he wasn’t able to keep her safe. But if he did, she could get hurt despite his caregiving, and he would never forgive himself. “Anna…”

“Please?” She pleaded, drawing out the last vowel for several long seconds and sticking out her lower lip. “I’ll love you forever!”

It was the pout, the whine, completed with the doey eyes that finally did him in, as usual. “Go get your cloak,” he sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat.

She cheered, dropping his much needed shirt on the ground and bouncing over to give him a quick kiss. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Hmph,” he snorted, picking his shirt off the ground and dusting it off. Even though he still wasn’t so keen on this idea, he couldn’t help but smile as he watched her flit about the room. “You know you owe me now, right?”

She rolled her eyes, grabbing a wool dress from her closet. “I’ll tell the cooks to serve carrot cake for dessert every night for the next 2 weeks.”

He paused and stroked his chin, pretending to be in deep contemplation. “Make it 3.”

“Kristoff!”

“I’m kidding! …Mostly.”

She smiled at him, running back over and shoving him towards the door with haste. “Now go get ready! And make sure no one sees you sneaking around! Elsa almost caught you last week, we don’t need it happening again. Oh, this is going to be so much fun!”

Kristoff sighed, leaving her room and shutting the door quietly behind him.

He sure hoped so.

❄❄❄

It was a beautiful winter morning; the air was crisp and clear, and the sun was just coming over the peak of the mountainside. Its brilliant rays made the snow glimmer and Anna’s flushed cheeks glow, giving her a somewhat angelic look. Kristoff had to stop himself from staring.

Anna was a bundle of energy, as usual. She bounced next to him in the sled’s seat; arm wrapped around his left bicep tightly. “I can’t wait to see you be all harvest-y and manly,” she said, giggling only harder when she saw how red his cheeks became.

“I’m not going to be ‘harvest-y,’” he said sternly, guiding Sven up the path that would lead them to one of the best harvesting lakes in Arendelle. “This is serious stuff. You could slip or fall through the ice at any time.” She frowned, her humor suddenly ebbing away. “Oh…right…”

He turned to her, scanning her face with scrutiny. “Are you still sure about this?” He asked, not even sure himself.

“Yes!” She replied a little too quickly. “I’m completely sure.”

“Alright,” he sighed, slowing the sled. They had now reached the lake, a small but impressive landmark, lined with great fir trees laden with snow. Not too many harvesters knew about this lake, and Kristoff liked feeling like it was his. Before he met Anna, he would often camp out here in the summertime with Sven, nothing but the earth beneath him, the cool, rippling water beside him, and the countless stars above. He would have to take out here Anna to experience it, he thought, once it was warm again.

Kristoff pulled to a stop near the middle of the lake, got out, retrieved his supplies from the back of the sled, and returned towards the front of it. “Thanks, buddy,” he said, walking over to Sven and giving the reindeer a carrot and a quick ear-rub in appreciation.

Sven snorted happily, nuzzling Kristoff’s face with his wet snout. With a large chomp, he took the carrot into his mouth, chewed one end for several seconds, and then spat the rest back out to Kristoff.

Kristoff smiled, reached his hand out for the carrot, and was just about to take a bite when-

“No sharing!” Anna ordered, climbing down from the sled. “Otherwise you’re not allowed to kiss me for a month!”

Kristoff and Sven both pouted, their faces mirroring each other perfectly.

“You heard me!” Anna continued, walking off towards the middle of the lake. “It’s gross!”

Kristoff sighed, giving Sven another gentle ear rub. “You heard the boss,” he said, smiling when Sven groaned and plopped down on the ice sulkily.

Kristoff double-checked that Anna was out earshot before leaning into the reindeer’s ear. “Later, buddy,” He whispered, winking before he dashed off to escort Anna to the center of the lake.

“It’s so quiet out here!” Anna said as he bounded over to her. Her eyes were wide, and she was looking around the icy scene in awe. “Where are all the other harvesters?”

“I thought we could use some privacy,” he said, not meaning for it to come out sounding so suggestive. “I mean…uh…I just thought it’d be nice, you know? I didn’t want them to scare you off or something.”

Anna giggled, taking his mitten-clad hand in her own and swinging their arms as they walked. “I’m sure they wouldn’t have,” she said, rubbing her thumb over his hand. “But that still is sweet of you.”

“Thanks,” he blushed, leading her to a suitable spot. “You, can just, er, sit here. Or stand. Whatever you want. There’s also a blanket in the sled, if you need it.”

“Thank you,” she replied, smiling graciously at him. She settled for standing as she watched him set up, bringing her arms around herself to keep warm.

Kristoff first marked off a large area by drawing light lines in the ice with the tip of his ice pick. Anna seemed to find watching him do this highly enjoyable, though he wouldn’t doubt it was only because he was bent over the entire time, something confirmed by the way she’d blush, quickly look away, and whistle whenever he glanced over his shoulder at her.

Then, it was time to get down to business. He picked up an impressive-sized saw from his neatly organized pile of tools and immediately got to work, cutting through the ice with sharp, precise strokes.

At first, Anna seemed to enjoy watching him work. She cheered him on and even whistled when he had to remove his hat due to the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. It was a level of endearment Kristoff wasn’t used to, but he couldn’t deny that he didn’t enjoy it.

However, as more time passed, Anna’s laughter and smile faded. There were now sizeable gaps in the ice that exposed the deathly cold water below, still and daunting. A few times Kristoff would slip, and she’d yelp in shock and frantically ask if he was okay.

“I was just a little slip!” He’d insist, surprised at how pale her face had gotten. “Don’t worry.”

Then she’d nod, mumble she was sorry, and look away; though her anxiety only seemed to increase. As he cut through more ice, Anna seemed to gravitate towards him, and before long, she was less than a foot away from him at all times, her nimble hands grasping his arm occasionally.

“Careful!” She’d fret, pulling him back a few steps. “You almost fell into the water!”

“No, I didn’t!” He assured, though his increasing agitation was not missing from his voice. “Now can you please just take a few steps back? I need to work!”

She nodded, though only moved back a few inches. Before long, she was at it again, prodding, guiding, and pulling him in what felt like 20 different directions. He tried to ignore it, but it became so much he could barely cut out a block of ice without having to snap at her at least 5 times.

Kristoff reached his breaking point when upon losing his balance near the edge of the water, Anna tackled him to the ground with a great force, causing him to drop his ice pick into the water. He hit the ground with a hard thud, her ontop of him, as the ice underneath him shook and his pick sank slowly into the murky depths below.

“Jesus Christ, Anna!” Kristoff snapped, trying and failing to keep his anger under control. “What is wrong with you!?”

“I’m s-sorry!” Anna exclaimed, almost on the verge of tears. She had her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and was shaking all over, looking like she’d just seen death. “I-I just thought…y-you….you looked like you were going to fall in!”

“I wasn’t!” He snarled, unable to keep the glare off his face. “I told you that a million times! And now I lost my pick, thanks to you! I knew bringing you here was a bad idea…”

Anna burst into tears, unable to hold back any longer. “I-I said sorry! I-I just wanted you safe! I d-don’t want you to fall in and get hurt a-and…f-freeze to death! I don’t want to watch you die the way you had to with me!”

Kristoff’s heart stopped. As he watched her break down, he couldn’t help but feel deep pity, as well a severe amount of guilt. It suddenly all made sense, and as he watched the tears stream down her face, he felt his heart break. “Anna…” he whispered, bringing up a hand to cup her cheek. “I’m sorry…I didn’t think about that…”

She shook her head, pulling away from his touches. “I-it’s stupid!” She hiccuped, “I’m stupid!”

His eyes narrowed. “Don’t say that! You’re not stupid, you were worried, and I wasn’t thinking straight. Just…Anna…you have to know there’s nothing to worry about. I’m right here, and I always will be. I’m not going to leave you.”

Anna looked at him cautiously as she blinked away her tears. “P-promise?”

He cupped both sides of her face, making her look directly at him. “I promise.”

Anna smiled weakly, leaning forward to bury her face in the crook of his neck. He could feel her shaky breaths and feel the soft caress of her lips against his exposed neck. “I’ll buy you a new pick,” she whispered, “And everything else you need.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he smiled, his voice light and playful. “I only need you.”

He could practically feel her roll his eyes at his rare display of sappy affection. Still, she smiled, hugging him tighter as she took in his scent. “I love you,” she murmured, her voice tender and intimate in his ear.

He smiled, wrapping both arms around her in a tight embrace. “I love you too.”

[hannahberrie]

Enamor me

Enamor Me: I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours 

 It started off on one of those rainy days, the kind that lured one into the solitude of a warm comforter and a hot cup of tea. The rain drenched the city, leaving drooping tree branches, miry streets, and streams of water trickling down into sewer holes. Thunder shook the worn sidewalks as lightning illuminated the sky, forcing people to take shelter under gray umbrellas or in yellow seas of taxis.

The day would have been like any other, if it hadn’t been for her. She’d stumbled into the coffee shop Kristoff worked at soaking wet, wearing a bright yellow sundress and a smile even brighter. She let in a draft of cold, wet air as she entered, causing the other patrons to eye her with a sort of grating dolefulness. She was absolutely drenched, though it didn’t seem to bother her one bit.

“Can you believe this weather?” She giggled, wringing out her two braids as she walked to the counter stools, plopping down right in front of Kristoff. “It’s crazy!” She held out her hand. “I’m Anna, by the way. Anna Bell!”

He stared at her, feeling his heart skip a beat. He didn’t know what it was about her, but he just couldn’t look away. It was probably how ridiculously wet she was, he told himself, after all, no one goes out in New York City, in the middle of a thunderstorm, without an umbrella. “Do you, uh, want some coffee?” He asked, giving her hand a quick, firm shake.

“Yes!” She gushed, sliding forward. “I’ve always wanted to try New York coffee!” She ordered a chocolate mocha latte, with extra whipped cream. The whole time she was there she talked to him about how delicious her drink was, how strange it was moving to such a big city, how nice everyone had been to her, how her new job working in an art studio was so exciting, and how amazing it was riding the subway.

Kristoff had listened the entire time, something surprising as the chatter of his customers was usually excruciatingly boring. Maybe it was the fact that she seemed so enthusiastic about a world he saw as so dismal. He had never been fond of the city, but just listening to her talk made it seem so much more exciting and extraordinary.

When she finished her drink, Kristoff shyly pointed out that she had a whipped-cream mustache, and an impressive one at that. Anna simply laughed, blushed a hot shade of pink, and wiped it off. “Thank you!” She giggled nervously, handing him a tip. “This place has the best coffee I’ve ever tasted! I’ll have to come back tomorrow!”

“O-okay…” Kristoff said, trying not to sound too pleased. Not that he was pleased. No, not in the slightest. She was just another customer, and he definitely wasn’t attracted to her at all in any way. At least, that’s what he told himself.

With one last smile, Anna waved goodbye and hurried out the door, squealing as she headed out into the rain.

Kristoff wasn’t foolish enough to believe in love at first sight, but from that moment on he couldn’t get her out of his head. Every day she was at the shop, the room felt brighter, the rain seemed less gray, and he was happy. It was more than just her big blue eyes, light freckles, and fiery hair that drew him to her. It was the way she moved her hands when she talked, the way she fell right into a conversation with him, the way she laughed so hard she couldn’t help but cry, the way she always asked how his day was, even though he was nothing more than her barista.

She visited the shop almost daily, and before long, his little crush became notorious around the coffee shop. The other employees would always happen to have other things to do when she came around, and would prod and nudge Kristoff towards her with knowing smirks on their faces. Kristoff always scowled and rolled his eyes at them, but that didn’t stop him from rushing over to her every time. One time he moved so quickly, he slipped on the freshly mopped floor, falling flat on his back right in front of her.

“Are you okay!?” She’d gasped, leaning over the counter to gawk at him.

“Y-yes!” He stammered, his cheeks red in mortification. Oh, what would he give to have the ground open up and swallow him now. It would be so much better than the current state he was in. She probably thought he looked, and was, ridiculous.

But to his surprise, she giggled, as she always did. “You need to watch where you’re going!” She smiled, watching at him as he cautiously stood back up. “I don’t want to see you get hurt!”

“I didn’t!” He insisted, cheeks growing even more red. “It was nothing, really. I slip all the time!”

Wait what?! Anna laughed again, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m sure.”

He nodded, smiling shyly at her before taking her order (though it never changed).

More than anything else, he just wanted to get to know her more, talk to her more, and spend time with her. He felt like a 13 year-old, always nervous and stumbling over his words, but honestly he didn’t care. She always seemed to find it amusing anyway.

He started performing little acts of kindness in hopes that she’d notice him. Whether it was extra whipped cream on her latte, ‘accidentally’ giving her a chocolate muffin with her order, or drawing little doodles on the side of her cup; he did whatever he could to impress her. He brushed his hair neater and wore nicer shirts to work, though the latter proved to be ineffective since he usually spilt coffee on himself around her. More often than not, Anna would be right there to pull him towards her and try to help get the stain out with a napkin, but while a part of Kristoff enjoyed the encounter, it didn’t make it any less embarrassing.

Anna had somehow been able to get over his awkwardness; no matter the weather she always came for coffee every morning, even when she was running late for work. “You’ve got to get your coffee addiction under control,” he joked one time as she danced on the spot, waiting for him to fill her cup. “You can’t be late to work over a drink.”

“I-I know!” She’d stammered, taking the cup from him with pink cheeks. “It’s…just…I was up late so I really need it this morning.”

He shrugged, taking the money she waved out to him, dispensing it in the cash register, and digging out her change. “Whatever you say.”

She smiled at him, taking the change out of his hand and shoving it into her purse. Kristoff chose to ignore the tingly feeling her fingers left after brushing against his. “Thank you so much!” She called, rushing out the door. “You’re the best! And that shirt looks nice on you today!”

He smiled at her, feeling himself flush red to his ears. “Th-thanks!”

It continued like this for several weeks; every day the same routine. She’d stop by, order her chocolate mocha latte, sit at the counter stools and chat with him until she had to leave for work. It was the best part of Kristoff’s morning, and he always tried his best to make sure she was happy by the time she left the shop. Whether or not she noticed was a complete mystery to him. All he knew was that she always looked like she enjoyed being there and talking to him, which was enough for Kristoff. She had him completely love sick, but it was a malady Kristoff didn’t mind.

On a particularly stormy day, Anna seemed to have finally understood why a rainy New York day wasn’t always as fun as she’d initially believed. “I know it’s my day off, but getting here took forever today!” She ranted, muttering a ‘thank you’ as he handed her another cup of coffee. “I took the subway, but it was like a million times more crowded than usual, and then this jerk-face stole my seat after I stood up to fix my purse that I dropped because it spilled everywhere and I had my mints and makeup in there and everything so it was like getting all over the place! Then after I got off, every taxi that drove past me splashed water all over me! I mean, the first time I came here that happened too, but that time I had my umbrella, which helped until it blew away. And I live like a couple hundred blocks from here, so even though I took the subway I still had to walk a lot! I’m starting to not like the rain as much…”

Kristoff smiled at her, adding a few more chocolate sprinkles to her drink. “Do you really put that much effort into getting here? I’m sure there’s other coffee shops closer to where you live; the drinks here aren’t worth all that.”

Anna hesitated, wrapping her fingers around her cup more tightly. “It’s…uh…not the coffee that keeps me coming here,” she murmured, so softly Kristoff almost missed it.

He paused, frowning at her in confusion. “What?”

“Uh, n-nothing!” She stammered, gripping her disposable coffee cup tighter. “I just like the ugh…atmosphere! And the wallpaper! Like, wow, this place has the nicest wallpaper I’ve ever seen.”

He smiled a little more, taken aback to see her as the nervous one for once. “The wallpaper?” She nodded quickly. “Exactly, the wallpaper! It’s amazing! I mean, you are too, but it’s like, in a different way. Because wallpaper is just there, but you’re like there…I mean, ugh, forget I said anything!”

Her nervousness, the way she was so insistent on being here every morning…Kristoff’s eyes widened as it suddenly dawned on him. But, no, she couldn’t. Could she?

Anna was still rambling, even more so now that she saw his expression. “I’m awkward!” She insisted, her knuckles white from holding her cup so tightly. “Like, really awkward! And I should really just-”

With a loud gasp, she squeezed her cup too hard, causing it to burst open. Coffee flew into the air, spilling onto the counter, Kristoff’s face, and her sundress. “O-oh my god, I’m so sorry!” She gasped, grabbing several napkins desperately. “I-it was an accident! I didn’t-”

She looked so embarrassed and worried, Kristoff just wanted to tell her that everything was okay, and that if she actually felt the way she did, everything was even more than okay.

That’s why before he gave himself a chance to think it over, Kristoff cupped her cheeks, pulled her in, and kissed her right on the mouth.

Anna froze, at first seemingly shocked, but slowly melted into his warm touch, leaning over the counter to wrap her arms around his neck.

As quickly as he leaned in, Kristoff pulled away, shocked and horrified with his own behavior. “I-I’m sorry!” He gasped, suddenly fully understanding the gravity of what he’d just done. “I-I don’t know what I was thinking! Th-that was incredibly rude of me…”

Anna just giggled and shook her head, arms still entangled around him. “No! It was absolutely, completely perfect!” And with that, she leaned in again, kissing him with insistent fervor.

It all seemed like a dream; there was no way a girl as amazing as her could actually feel the same way he did. But as he felt himself begin to get lost in their kiss, all second-guessing and self doubts faded away. He brought up a hand to cup the back of her head, returning her kisses with just as much tenderness. Time seemed to slow, and everything about it was so sensual and intoxicating, he couldn’t get enough of her.

It was better than anything he’d ever hoped for, and when she pulled away to smile and look him in the eye, he couldn’t help but smile back. The other customers and employees broke into applause, and while Kristoff blushed even harder, Anna simply smiled, booped their noses together, and leaned back in.  

[hannahberrie]

Hi! Me again! Sorry to bother you but is there anyway you could maybe do a kristanna fanfic where there's like a storm outside and Anna is super scared so she goes to Kristoff? You don't have to, after all you must be busy! But just curious! Thank u!

You haven’t bothered me at all! You literally made my day the other day, so as thanks I took a short break from my Last of Us fic to write this. I hope you like it! ^_^

*whispers* Crazy AU idea where instead of living with the trolls, the royal family stumbled upon Kristoff, the poor, homeless, orphan boy in the street and gave him a home in the castle, before Elsa had the incident, of course. Kristoff grows living in the castle as a guest, but loved member of the royal court. Years later, Elsa is queen, though still secretly struggling with her powers. Anna falls for the handsome Prince Hans of the Southern Isles, and is engaged to marry him. Kristoff has feelings for Anna but knows she sees him as a brother and tells himself nothing could ever happen between them. Drama ensues (and this prompt obviously which got weird and kind of out of control sorry I suck at sticking to prompts whoops)~ 

As We FallWC: 3013 Rating: TA/N: Ha this wasn’t really edited so sorry if there’s a lot of some embarrassing typos

Kristoff couldn’t sleep. It had admittedly been a rainy summer, but they’d never had storms quite as loud as this. The wind howled and beat against the window pane, shaking it violently. The rain pounded down on the roof, its quakes as loud and as menacing as a herd of wild horses. Kristoff wouldn’t have minded the rain, if it wasn’t for the fact that he had to wake up early to clean Sven’s stable tomorrow.

Kai was forever reminding him that there were plenty of stable hands that could take care of the job for him, and Kristoff really shouldn’t worry himself with matters like cleaning a reindeer’s muck, and why didn’t he finally try ballroom dancing for a change - after all, it was such a cleaner activity, and also he needed to wear his suits properly and not leave the top few buttons loose because it was sloppy, and for heaven’s sake he needed to smile when they were meeting dignitaries!

But of course, Kristoff had always refused.

For several reasons.

Yes, he’d grown up as pampered and affluent as any other prince, but the lifestyle never seemed to fit. It just wasn’t in his DNA. After all, he was born to an ice harvester’s family for a reason. He was still surprised the King and Queen had even let him take in Sven, the reindeer they’d found him with, instead of the noble steeds the King had always tried to get him to ride.

He knew he didn’t belong here, and yet here he was. This was his home now, in a weird way. He’d never seen the King and Queen as his own parents, but he had loved them just the same.

The thunder shook the room like a large drum, the lightning clapping like a shattering symbol. Kristoff groaned, pulling the pillow up and over his ears. Just a few minutes of quiet, then he would be off to sleep in the blink of an eye, that’s all he was asking for.

The rain fell harder.

When he was little, Kristoff remembered how the rain was a playing field waiting for it’s players, not a nuisance. He would jump around in puddles in the palace courtyard, trying to make the biggest splash. He’d get covered in mud and drenched in water, but he’d be full of joy, making it all worth it.

And of course, Anna would always be by his side. Anna, Princess Anna to be formal, would always come up with the ideas. She’d be making the plans, scheming the pranks, hiding from the tutors, with Kristoff in tow. The moment Kristoff moved into the castle, they’d been the best of friends. Even Elsa, now Queen, would come out to play with them, until one day, it stopped.

Elsa never played with them again, never came out of her room, never even looked them in the eye. The King and Queen wouldn’t say why, and told him not to bother her. The most puzzling thing of all was a mysterious white streak that appeared in Anna’s hair. Anna had no knowledge of how it got there, she was too distraught over the loss of her sister. Kristoff was hurt too, but he told himself Elsa just wanted some privacy, and that maybe the white hair had just started growing naturally because Anna was getting older. After all, he had a job to do; making sure Anna was happy and safe. If Elsa was going to disappear, he definitely wasn’t; he needed to be there to make sure Anna didn’t cry herself to sleep at night or wonder why Elsa didn’t care anymore. He would do anything for the princess, after all, Anna was his best friend, someone to confide in (thought she never had been good at keeping secrets), someone who he could be himself with, someone…

…Someone he was madly in love with.

The thunder crackled louder, actually shaking his four-poster bed a little. His mind drifted back to his princess, wondering if she was okay. As much as she loved playing in the rain, she never had been fond of the thunder and lightning.

As if on queue, there was a quick and sharp knock on his door, followed by a harsh, “Kristoff! It’s me, Anna!”

He couldn’t hide the foolish grin on his face as he jumped out of bed, rushing over to the door so quickly he slipped on the slick wood floor. He skidded to a stop, brushing his hair back and fixing his pajama pants. With shaking hands, he opened the door, trying to look as casual and imperturbable as he could. “Hey,” he said, scanning her over.

She was wearing her green nightgown, the one with the little bow in the front and the rosemaling on the collar. Her hair was a mess, as usual, but one he didn’t mind. Her icy blue eyes were wide and looking right at him, looking torn between shock and pleasant surprise. “H-hi!” She squeaked, taking in his broad chest.

Kristoff’s eyed widened, immediately moving to look at his own bare chest. During summer, it was hot at night, and of course, he had completely forgotten the state of his attire, or lack of, before opening the door. He felt mortified to have her see him in such a state.  “I-I’m sorry!” He stammered, covering himself awkwardly. “I just got hot at night and I-”

“It’s fine!” Anna burst out, a little too quickly. “I-I mean, you were hot! It’s a normal guy thing, right?”

He nodded. “R-right…I’ll…uh…just give me a minute.”

She blushed, averting her eyes to the floor. “Yeah.”

He ran to his wardrobe, yanked out the first nightshirt he found, and slipped it on, mentally berating himself. Great job, you probably freaked the hell out of her.

“S-sorry about that,” he mumbled, walking back over to the door.

“It’s alright,” Anna smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She looked up at him shyly, a nervous titter escaping her lips. “I was just…I…”

He looked at her questioningly; eyebrow cocked and arms folded over his chest. “Yes?”

She fiddled with the ends of her hair and bit her lip, the seconds dragging by, before she finally spit out, “The thunder’s really loud!”

Kristoff smiled a little, unfolding his arms. “Yeah, it is.”

“A-and I know you’ll probably laugh at me, I mean, what sort of 18 year-old is still scared of thunder, right? But I’m not! It’s just really loud and distracting, a-and I’m not s-scared and I can’t sleep and-”

Kristoff immediately pulled her in for a hug, cutting off her ramble and engulfing her in his warmth. “Come on,” he murmured, guiding her inside, as if on instinct. “You can stay with me.”

“Thank you!” Anna beamed, looking more assured. They curled up in bed together in a practiced manner, just like they’d done when Anna had nightmares as a child. Kristoff lay down first, and Anna crawled in afterwards, her back to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close and reminding her that nothing would hurt her as long as he was near. It was how they always did it, and it just seemed right. They fit together like two puzzle pieces; a perfect match.

“Better?” Kristoff whispered, his face nestled in her hair.

She nodded, just a fraction. “Yes.”

They lay like that for a while, listening to the rain and the sound of each other’s breathing, taking in each other’s scent, neither wanting to move for fear of disturbing the other away. Kristoff finally felt peaceful, breathing in the smell of flowers and camomile from her hair, his hands rested over the light fabric that covered what had to be beautiful, milky skin…

After about 10 minutes, Anna spoke up again, her voice quiet and small. “I lied.”

Kristoff frowned. “What?”

She hesitated. “About being scared. I was, a little. It’s just, I don’t like storms, but I need sleep. I mean, the engagement party is tomorrow.”

And with one single phrase, all sense of peace drained from Kristoff like a wilted flower.

Right.

The Engagement.

To Prince Asshole.

They were going to announce it to the kingdom tomorrow, with a big party and everything. Anna had been talking about it for weeks now, especially whenever she was around him; what she’d wear, what music they’d dance to, what food they’d serve. She was as excited for this party as if it was her real wedding.

“Oh,” he said simply, fighting back the emotions threatening to burst like word vomit.

She nodded, leaning closer to him. “I’m so excited,” she murmured, “But also a little scared. I mean, what if something goes wrong?”

His voice was cold and apathetic. “Like what?”

“I dunno! You already said you weren’t going to be there! What if I trip, and make a fool of myself? What if Elsa gets mad again! You saw that look she gave me when we told her we were getting married.”

“Well, you had only known him for a little more than a week,” Kristoff reminded her.

“But it was the best week of my life!” Anna gushed, obvious to the sharp pain Kristoff suddenly felt in his chest.

Really? The best? What about that time they snuck into the kitchen and stole the plate of cookies, and tried sliding them under Elsa’s door so she’d come out? That had been at least a little fun, even if it was a little melancholy at the same time. Or even the time when he’d taught her how to ride a reindeer, and afterwards took her to the orchards to pick cherry blossoms? She’d had fun then, she’d told him herself. Or that time they went sock sliding down the halls, and wound up finding a secret passageway hidden in the walls. They’d spent the whole day playing in there, hiding from Kai and Gerda, playing pretend, and imagining they were dragon slayers. That was one of his favorite memories, wasn’t it hers too?

His nose felt stuffed and his eyes stung, hot and bitter, his muscles tensing in his pain.

“I don’t know,” Anna sighed, “I guess…sometimes I think I should wait. I mean, I want Elsa to be happy with my engagement, but whenever she sees me and Hans together, she just…glares at me! I want her to be happy with who I marry! I mean, I know she hates me, but-”

“She doesn’t hate you!” Kristoff interrupted. “She’s just…private. Elsa could never hate you, you’re her sister.”

Anna was silent, would have been completely motionless too, if it wasn’t for the rising and falling of her back, in synch with her breathing. Her shoulders shuddered and she shook her head, pulling away from him. When she spoke, her voice was thin, and on the verge of tears. “I just wish…I wish I had my Mom. Everything w-would be s-so much easier!”

Kristoff felt his heart sink even more, though this was in a different way. There was no anger, or jealousy, or bitterness; just warm, loving empathy. “I know,” he whispered, holding her closer and giving her a reassuring squeeze. “I miss her too, and…my real mom. I don’t even remember her.”

“That must be awful,” Anna murmured, sniffling despite herself.

He nodded, not knowing exactly what to say. He instead kept rubbing his hands over Anna’s small frame, whispering soothing things into her ears, and keeping her warm. She cried a little more, turning to face him and bury her face in his chest. The salty wetness seeped through his thin nightshirt, slightly dampening his skin, but he didn’t mind.

After she had cried her fill, she was silent, seemingly content in pressing her ear to his heartbeat, and curling her fingers in the back of his shirt.

“You don’t have to do it,” Kristoff suddenly burst. The words had been hanging on his tongue, but came out before he had a chance to stop him. “Get married. If you’re this worried about it, you should wait until you’re ready.”

“You don’t understand,” Anna murmured, “I have to.”

Kristoff scowled, the familiar jab of frustration creeping up on him again. “Why?!” He snapped, pulling her away to look into her eyes. “Why aren’t you happy here? This is your home, this is where your family is! I don’t see why you have to…to run off to some other land and get married to someone you barely know and just leave everything behind, leave me behind! Don’t you even care?!”

Anna shook, the tears threatening to leak out again. “Of course I care!” She exclaimed, placing her hands over his. “I love you Kristoff, you’re like family to me!”

“But you’re still choosing him over me!”

“No I’m not!”

“Yes you are!”

Anna sat up in bed, moving away from him. Things were escalating, he could tell. As close as they were, their fights were always the worst; they knew just what to say to drive the other mad. “I…I love Hans!” She snapped. “And he loves me! I don’t see why you’re not happy for me!”

Kristoff sat up to, his blood running hot through his veins. “He doesn’t love you! You barely know him! And ever since he’s gotten here, he’s all you talk about, he’s all you care about! And I know when you get married, you’ll never speak to me again!”

“T-that’s not true!”

“Yes it is! You know it is!”

“It’s not!”

“Yes it is!”

Anna glared at him, hurt tears streaming down her cheeks. “No!” She whispered, her voice deathly low. “No! You…you’re just jealous of him! You’re jealous and being mean and just trying to make me mad!”

He snorted. “Sure.”

“And you’re jealous I finally found true love!”

“No, I’m not! I could give less of a damn about ‘true love’.”

“Well, that’s exactly why I’m tired of you, Kristoff!”

He scowled more. “So you’re tired of me now, is that what it is?! I didn’t know I had an expiration date.”

Anna closed her eyes, clenched her fists, fought back a frustrated groan. “That’s not what it is!”

“Then what is it!?”

“I could never be tired of you! I need you more than you ever know, but god damn it Kristoff, I’m sick of loving someone I know doesn’t love me! I spent years waiting for you! I know that you’d never want me but I need your laugh, and your smile, and the way you forgive me when I’m a klutz and the way I can tell you anything and how we’ve grown up together, and you were always there for me! And I have to leave because it’d never work and every time you’re near me I feel like I can’t breathe and I want to scream and kiss you and slap you and I hate what you do to me!”

Kristoff froze, his eyes wide and unblinking.

Anna gasped, slapping her hands over her mouth. “I…I didn’t…Oh my god…”

She loved him. He felt like he wanted to laugh and cry and curse himself for never telling her before, but as of now, all he could was smile and shake his head, his face flushed and glowing. “Anna…”She scrambled out of bed, rushing out the door. “I-I’m sorry!” She squeaked, looking terrified. “I’m leaving!”

“Anna! Wait!” Kristoff scrambled out of bed, chasing after her. He followed her out into the hall, his heart hammering in his chest. A small as she was, she was light on her feet, especially for someone who looked horror-stricken at what they’d just admitted to.

But he was faster.

He chased her through the castle, quickly gaining up on her and narrowing the amount of space between them. When he caught up to her, Anna didn’t seem surprised, or angry for the matter; just slightly terrified. “I-I’m sorry Kristoff!” She babbled, backing up against a wall. “It was stupid for me to say that, I didn’t mean to scare you! I was just being stupid! It just slipped out! Please believe me, I know you would never-”And with that, he dragged her in, smashing his lips against hers in a rough, needy, passionate kiss.

He heard her gasp against him as he kissed her, then whimper, then wrap her arms around his neck and cling to him more tightly than she ever had.

Their lips worked together in perfect harmony, moving, caressing, exploring, doing all the things they’d held back for so long. Kristoff had dreamed of this moment many times, though it never felt as real or beautiful as it did now. He never dreamed of her taste; like honey and ginger, or the feel of her body against his, her breasts moving against his chest, her breath hot on his neck, fingers curled in his nape. Everything was heavenly and mind-blowing and happening all at once, it felt like a dream; one he hoped he’d never wake up from.

After what felt like forever, Kristoff pulled away, leaving them both breathless and gasping for air. “I-I love you,” he stammered, the words sweet and long awaited on his tongue.

Anna looked shocked, still clutching onto him. “B-but that’s…that’s impossible! I-I…I ‘m just…”

Kristoff shook his head, cupping her cheeks and smiling at her lovingly. “You’re beautiful Anna, I just wish you’d see it.”

And with that, he kissed her again, smiling at her moan of approval. They poured out all the feelings they’d both been fighting to conceal into their kiss, the feelings that had plagued them for the last few years of their lives. Feelings that now felt beautiful and raw and real.

They kissed until their lips were numb, then kept going, wanting to savor each moment. They kissed until they couldn’t breathe, until all thought and pretense faded away, until the world was reduced to nothing but each other, until the rain ceased to fall.

[hannahberrie]

The Red Umbrella, a Frozen FanFic

Anna clutched to the slick handle with shaking hands and white knuckles, shivering violently as the wind pushed and pulled her in every direction. The weather report said they were supposed to receiving intense rain showers today, but she never expected it would be this bad. Her scuffed-up red boots were filled with water, and they made a galling sloshing sound with every step she took.

She glanced up at the street signs, trying to remember which way was North, but the rain easily obscured her vision, turning her surroundings into a fast-paced, silvery-gray blur. As she trudged on, she couldn’t help but scowl, especially when a taxi skidded past, drenching her in water yet again. It would have been a lot more helpful if Elsa had given her better directions – scratch that, it would have been helpful if she had given her any directions at all. But no, Elsa just had to flee off to of all places, New York City, leaving Anna no choice but to go after her.

Lighting illuminated the sky, followed by a low roll of thunder roll in the distance. The vibrations shook Anna to the core, making her teeth rattle. Despite her umbrella, which she was gripping onto so desperately, her dress was clinging to her skin, and her bangs were glued to her forehead. The red plastic glow of the umbrella, mingled with the millions upon millions of street lights, billboards, shop windows, and headlights highlighted her features and shone in her eyes, making it even harder to see.

Why did Elsa have to choose the city, of all places? If only she’d chosen somewhere warmer, and less wet. Like white, sandy beaches, or a rolling countryside. Anything but all the smog, smoke, sirens, streets, and spectacles. While Anna loved excitement and adventure, this was all too much for a girl who didn’t know her left from her right, especially if said girl had been so extremely sheltered her whole life, and was only 18.

They were small-town girls from a close-knit family (emphasis on the were), and this new place seemed like a whole other world in its own. But Anna was going to change this, she was going to find her sister, and make things right again. She had to keep going, she had to make sure Elsa was okay, that Elsa didn’t really mean it when she said that she was never coming back, and that they still could fix their sisterhood that Anna cherished so deeply.

And so she trudged on, the wind beating against her umbrella, the seemingly endless amount of people jostling, pushing, and shoving her along, the neon lights blinding her vision, the car horns blaring in her ears, the rain whipping against her face, the sidewalk slick and threatening to make her slip at any moment.

Things couldn’t get much worse, and yet - they did.

As she stepped over an uneven square in the sidewalk, she succumed to the inevitable, and tripped. Thankfully, she managed to catch herself on a nearby trashcan, but her fingers loosened, and relished hold on her umbrella.

Before she even had a chance to cry out in protest, Anna’s umbrella whipped out of her hands, doing a furious, violent dance in the wind, knocking into buildings, street lights, telephone poles, awnings, and windows; before it quickly came whirring down, landing right-

In someone’s face.

With a sickenly loud SMACK - the umbrella hit the man right between his eyes, sending him reeling, stumbling, and finally falling back into a grimy puddle.

“Oh my god!” Anna shrieked, running over to the injured individual. “I’m so, so, sorry! That was a complete accident!”

The stranger only groaned in response, rubbing his head in pain.

Anna knelt down in front of him, her braids whipping in the wind and smacking rainwater in her eyes.  “Are you okay?” She asked, cautiously reaching out to take ahold of her umbrella, which was now ripped and crumpled to a worthless heap. She examined the man’s face for any signs of blood or serious injury, but luckily there didn’t seem to be any

That didn’t stop him from being upset, though.

“What’s wrong with you?” The stranger suddenly snapped, glaring up at her.

Anna only blinked at him dumbly, her cheeks burning in embarrassment. The stranger was sprawled on on the street in front of her, his own umbrella crinkled into a blue mass. He glared at her out of chocolate-brown eyes, adorned with a few tiny flecks of gold. His hair was messy, wet, and a dirty mop of blonde, and slicked wet with rain. There was a hint of a five o’clock shadow across his jaw, and his lips, curved in a scowl, were chapped from the cold.

He was kind of cute - even if he did look so annoyed at the moment. Not that Anna was going to allow herself to dwell on it for too long.

“Hello?” He snapped.

Anna straightened up, trying to regain her composure. “Oh, uh yes, I was just - I’m sorry, okay? I-it was an accident, really!” She tried to come up with some better excuse, some better way to explain herself, but she found that she just couldn’t do it. Her voice caught in her throat, and suddenly the burden of the search and the wet and the cold and being lost and feeling alone all came crashing down on her all at once, causing her to shake. Her eyes teared up and stung painfully, and all Anna hoped was that the rain was obscuring this moment of weakness.

She wasn’t going to cry. She wouldn’t allow herself to. She could do this, she knew she could. She was strong, resilient, and she was going to find her sister, no matter how difficult it was.

But despite her strong face, the stranger seemed to notice her crestfallen spirit, and his scowl slowly melted away. He sat up and sighed, resting his face in his hands. “You’re not from around here, are you?”

Anna eyed him, feeling her cheeks grow hot with shame. “Is it that obvious?” It couldn’t be - after all, she couldn’t be the only girl in New York City who’d accidentally launched a umbrella in a guy’s face…right?

“Yes,” he said, chuckling dryly. “If you were you wouldn’t have apologized.”

Oh.

Anna felt an odd sort of pride swell in her chest, even though she wasn’t entirely sure if that was a compliment or not. Either way, she decided to take it as one. “Thank you,” she said, giving him a small smile.

He nodded, and the pair both stood up, clutching onto their battered umbrellas. Anna’s was torn to shreds, so she had to settle for holding it in her hands and allowing her hair to get even more wet than it already was. Thankfully, the wind had died down by now, but the rain was still pattering down rhythmically, getting in her eyes and hitting her cheeks.

The stranger lifted his arms to the side as he scanned himself, his navy raincoat covered in mud. “Great,” he muttered, examining his sopping boots and soaked traveling bag.

Anna winced over her shoulder at him. “I-I’m sorry!” She shivered, surprised at how much colder she was without her umbrella. She walked back over to him slowly, trying to look as strong and capable as a desperate person could look. “I can pay for a new coat, really - but I was just wondering if you knew how to get to the North side of town? I’m looking for my sister but I’m completely-”

But in typical Anna-fashion, she never got to finish her sentence, as right as she was about to approach him, she slipped in a giant puddle, causing her to flail forward and knock both him and herself back onto the sidewalk.

Anna felt her body flood with embarrassment as she landed square on his chest, sprawled out against his body. She heard him let out a small gasp of shock and something that sounded like a wheeze, but he brought out his hands to steady her, resting on her waist.

Other people scowled and called them out for blocking off part of the path, but Anna didn’t really hear them. All she could focus on was how close their faces were, how feverishly their foggy breaths were bouncing off the other’s face, how terrified they both looked, and how he was probably going to hate her for this.

“I-I’m sorry,” she whispered, staring down into his eyes. “I’m a r-really, really big klutz.”

The stranger blinked up at her, a small sort of smile curving his lips. “It’s okay, I guess.” Taking a hold of her hands, he lifted her and himself off the sidewalk, his cheeks tinged pink. “And don’t worry - it’s just a coat.”

Anna smiled gently at him, suddenly feeling all tingly inside - though she wasn’t sure it was from the cold.

“Were you saying something?” He asked, slowly pulling his hands away.

Anna blinked at him, feeling dazed. Had she? She wasn’t sure. All she could remember was how nice his hands were, they weren’t too rough, but they weren’t too soft either. And how strong his arms looked, and those eyes…

Focus. She needed to focus. Elsa. In New York. Saving her.

“Oh yes!” She exclaimed, coming back to earth. “Uh, it was nothing really…I just wanted to ask if…you could help me? I-I don’t know how to navigate this place, and I need to get uptown.” She bit her lip, wringing her hands and looking up at him hopefully. “Please?”

The stranger sighed, eying her warily. A long pause followed her request, filled only by the white noise of city traffic, walking passerby, and falling rain. He looked hesitant, extremely hesitant, actually. Anna didn’t expect him to say yes, in fact she was almost counting that he wouldn’t. After all, they didn’t even know each other; either of them could be completely insane for all they knew, and if it wasn’t for the fact that she was growing desperate at this point, she would have second-guessed herself too. Because even though she hated to admit it, there was no denying: Anna needed help.

She pulled out the card that had always worked on her parents: sticking out her lower lip, batting her eyelashes, and clasping her hands together. “Pretty please?”

“Fine!” He finally huffed, giving in to her tiny pout and big eyes. “I’ll help you.”

“Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!” Anna squealed, throwing her arms around him in a hug unabashedly and jumping in place.

The man chuckled a little, gently prying her off of him. “Don’t mention it.”

Anna beamed at him, unable to hide her giddiness. “Oh, I’m Anna!” She added, suddenly realizing she hadn’t even introduced herself. She held out her hand to him, offering him an encouraging smile.

“Kristoff,” he replied, giving her hand a brief shake.

Anna blushed, suddenly feeling very flustered. “So, uh, let’s do this!”

A ghost of a smile crossed his face as he opened his umbrella and sheltered them under it. “Follow my lead.” Holding her by the hand, he began guiding her down the street, occasionally calling out for her to watch out for a oncoming taxi or a uneven slab of pavement.

Even though Anna barely knew him, she trusted him. She could already tell he was someone she wouldn’t mind spending more time with. Maybe he wouldn’t mind either. After all, her hand did fit quite nicely in his, and they easily struck up a casual chatter as they moved along. It just felt right.

But she was getting ahead of herself. Right now, she had a mission to accomplish, and this man, as gruff albeit charming he may be, was simply helping her along. In the least, there was a small chance they could become friends.

Nevertheless, Anna smiled hopefully, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. As they wandered the evening streets, the rain pitter-pattered down slowly, bouncing off the pavement with a melodious rhythm. The lights twinkled down from the buildings around them, and under this blue umbrella, holding Kristoff’s hand, Anna couldn’t help but feel safe.

[hannahberrie]

Of Lullabies and Low Hums - Kristoff x Anna

It was a little frightening to Anna when she suddenly realized she barely knew her sister. After 13 years of isolation, they were almost complete strangers, held together only by the memories of the past. At the same time however, Anna also found it fun, learning more quirks and details about her older sister.

All of Anna's days of being alone, of talking to herself, of dreaming of life outside the castle gates were long gone, and were to be replaced by warm afternoons and giggly, chocolate-filled sleepovers. The castle seemed to be alive again. Servants would laugh and chatter as they walked through the halls, and Olaf could usually be heard breaking out into song at random intervals of the day, his favorite hits including “Where Did Sven Hide My Nose?” and “I Just Woke Up And Need A Hug.”

It felt like Anna had a family again. There was always someone to talk to or be with and oh so many things to do; whether it was rolling down grassy hills with Olaf, interrogating Sven on whether or Kristoff was actually serious when he said he was going to get her a bouquet of carrots for her birthday, or picking flowers in the garden with Elsa.

For a while, everything was perfect, but then that all had to change.

“It'll just be for a week,” Elsa reminded Anna at the docks, giving her a loving hug. “Corona's not that far away, and it's just to settle some minor diplomatic matters.”

Anna sighed, scuffing the heel of her boot on the wooden planks below her. “I know, but...I'm going to miss you.”

Elsa gave her a reassuring smile, cupping her cheeks gently. “I know you'll take good care of Arendelle while I'm away.”

Anna nodded and took a deep breath. “I'll try.”

Elsa seemed poised and relaxed as usual, but as she started heading to the boat, the thought seemed to suddenly dawn on her that this was Anna she was leaving in charge of a few hundred to a thousand people.

Anna.

She began to spout off random reminders, ranging from things such as watering the roses to making sure that all her favorite pottery was kept out of the crosshairs the next time Kristoff and Olaf decided to go “pillow surfing” down the stairs. “Oh, and make sure Olaf doesn't go near the kitchen,” she added, “Last time he was playing hide and seek he hid in the oven! And don't let Sven go in the garden – he eats the roses! And remind Kristoff to bathe-”

“I got it!” Anna called out, giving her sister a double thumbs-up and mustering the best grin she could. “Don't worry about it!”

There were a few more frantic waves goodbye, as well as some more fretful reminders, but all too quickly Elsa was gone, leaving Anna feeling anxious and nervous.

“Are you alright, m'am?” Kai asked, placing a gentle hand on her back.

Anna nodded and gave him a smile, although inside she felt like she was drowning. “Yes, I'm completely fine. Let's go get some lunch!”

But despite how much Anna tried to distract herself with her tangy lemonade and admittedly delicious sandwiches, she couldn't help but worry. What if something happen to the boat? What if the captain got lost? And now that Elsa was gone? Who would she go shopping with? Who would help her hide carrots around Kristoff's room, just to see if he'd actually eat them?

Elsa and her always spent almost of the day together, except for when Elsa had to attend to queenly duties or Anna was going on a picnic or attempting to go ice harvesting with Kristoff. But no matter how they spent their day, every night was the same: Elsa would come to Anna's room in the evening, where they'd laugh and share secrets and talk about all the weird things that happened in their day. Elsa would tease Anna about Kristoff and Anna would laugh back that Prince Whats-His-Face couldn't get his eyes off the queen. It was perfect – just like how sisters should be.

But the part of their ritual that Anna loved most was the most special and sentimental part of all - Elsa would lie Anna back in the bed and smooth her hair down, just like their mother used to. She'd give her sister a warm smile, her eyes shining with the vow that she was going to do whatever she could to make up all those lost years to Anna. Then, taking a deep breath, she'd close her eyes and sing; Sov, hjertevennen min, sov søtt i natt. La dine øyne få hvile, min skatt. Alt er så fredfylt og stille som grav. Humlene surrer sin sang ganske lavt.

“Sleep my heart's darling, in slumber repose. Let the fair lids o'er those blue eyes now close. All is as peaceful and still as the tomb. Nor shall the gnats wake thee with their low hum.”

It was an old lullaby, one that their mother used to sing to them every night to soothe them to sleep. Anna remembered as a child she would always scrunch her nose and stick out her tongue at the part about gnats, causing her mother to laugh and kiss her forehead, assuring her that there were no gnats to be found. Her mother would then finish the song with smooth, velvety notes and soft harmonies as Anna drifted off to a world of deep seas, endless skies, powdery bluffs of snow, and Elsa inviting her to play with the snowman they'd just built together.

Nå, kjære hjertebarn, har du din tid; så lys og gyllen er fremtiden din. Sorger og tårer kan vente i fleng, Sov nå, og slumre så trygt i din seng.

“Now, dearest baby, is morn's golden time. Not thus thou'lt slumber in life's later prime; Sorrow and care then will watch by thy bed, Ne'ermore sweet peace will there pillow thy head.”

It was rare that Anna made it to the end of the song, for she'd drift off to sleep a little after she'd gotten over the gnat parts. When her mother sang, it was calming and comforting, and the best sound in the world. And when Elsa sang, it was just as beautiful. Her voice was rich but loving, soft yet firm. Hearing her sister's voice made it seem like all those horrible years from before didn't exist, and all that mattered was that moment, frozen in time.

It was one of the best parts of the day, but now that Elsa was gone, Anna realized she was going to be alone tonight, for the first time in...well, a long time. The thought hit her as she lay awake in bed, waiting for Elsa to knock on the door and slip in.

How was she supposed to fall asleep? Even during those years of being shut out, Anna always had Kai or Gerda to comfort her when she was scared or lonely. The bed felt so big and cold, and Anna tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable.

She needed someone. Even if it was just to say goodnight. Olaf? No, Anna was cold enough already. Gerda had gone on the trip with Elsa, and Kai was probably already fast asleep – he was always pestering her that she needed to go to sleep early in order to maintain a fit lifestyle. Sven? Please, he'd break the mattress. Not to mention he'd be too busy licking her cheeks and nuzzling her nose for her to get any actual sleep. That left...

Anna felt her cheeks grow hot, and she clutched onto her bedsheets a little tighter. Would Kristoff even want to? They'd only been together for a few months now, and he was always so shy and bashful around her. His face would turn as red as a tomato and he'd stutter incoherently if Anna so much as asked him to finish tying the upper laces on the back of her dress; if she asked him to share a bed with her he'd probably explode.

But still, Anna was lonely, and as of right now, Kristoff's big, strong arms and nice warm chest and woodsy mountain-air scent sounded like the best thing in the world.

So that was how 5 minutes later, she found herself knocking on the door of Kristoff's room, hopping on her bare-footed heels and fingers crossed.

Thankfully, Kristoff either wasn't a deep sleeper, or he wasn't asleep at all, as she heard him groan tiredly seconds after. “Who is it?” He called out, his voice sounding muffled and hoarse.

Anna felt her cheeks turn pink. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. If she just turned around now, he'd never know it was her.

But....

“It's me, Anna!” She founded herself chirping as she bit her lip and twirled a braid around her finger. “I-”

She didn't even get to finish placing her request before there was a squeak of a mattress, and a clatter of heavy feet against the floor. Kristoff was at the doorway in seconds, panting and looking startled. “What is it?” He asked, trying to catch his breath.

Anna paused, startled herself. “Oh, I um...I just wanted to know...” She glanced around the hall shiftily, never meeting his gaze. He just looked so...interested. If that made sense. Like he really cared about what was going on with her. The thought made her heart flutter, and she fought the urge to throw herself into his arms.

Okay, she could do this, this was Kristoff, after all. Her consort, her boyfriend, her best friend, her dream come true; every other positive thing someone could be. It was just one question...

“You're warm right?”

And she blew it.

Kristoff faltered for a moment, looking confused and a little shocked. “Uh...yeah, I guess?”

Anna groaned and buried her face in her hands. This was horrible – mortifying, even. “Okay, that came out wrong.”

She a deep breath, balling her fists and staring Kristoff determinedly in the eye. “Can you sleep with me?” Anna tried again, smiling confidently before her eyes snapped open in the horror of her words. “Oh god, uh...I don't mean like, sleep sleep! Like...keep me warm, in my bed. Agh, okay, that wasn't any better...I just...I'm-”

Kristoff was watching her with wide eyes, torn between amusement and sheer embarrassment. “You're lonely?” He tried.

Anna nodded and smiled in relief. “Yes! Exactly! And I just...can you stay with me? Just for a couple minutes?”

Kristoff relaxed and chuckled a little, folding his arms across his chest. “Don't tell me that the Princess of Arendelle afraid of the dark?” He said, a teasing glint in his eye. “Aren't you a little too old for that?”

Anna lowered her gaze, her eyes filling with hurt. She knew Kristoff was only playing with her, but she didn't like to admit that she hated being alone. He always pushed her to be her best, strongest self, although around him she always felt like she could do anything. If she wanted to be awkward, he'd blush and stammer along too. If she was clumsy, he was there to catch her. If she wanted to sneak out of a ball and watch the stars from the rooftop, he'd call her crazy, but help her climb up.

But despite all this, she always wanted to be more around him. More brave, more smart, more strong. She always felt like she had to prove that she wasn't just any other princess obsessed with tea parties and ballroom dancing. She could haul a block of ice (possibly), climb a mountain face (maybe), share carrots with a reindeer (okay, not really), and still have time for a chocolate-cake eating contest later (definitely). She could be bold, strong, and laugh in the face of danger.

But at that present moment, Anna couldn't muster a brave face for him. She just felt so tired and alone, it seemed so pointless. She bit her lip, feeling her eyes grow hot for reasons she didn't really understand. “I'm scared,” she whispered, holding her arms closer to herself. “I hate being alone.”

Kristoff's eyes immediately softened, his playful demeanor vanishing within the blink of an eye. “Oh, Anna,” he whispered, pulling her in for a sweet embrace. “I'm sorry – I was being stupid. It's okay, Elsa will be home in a few days.”

Anna sniffled, burying her nose in his comforting scent. “I know, I just...” Her voice broke off, and she felt hot, wet tears trickle down her face. A part of her felt so ashamed for crying in front of him, for being so weak and vulnerable. But another part was relieved to let it all out, after she'd been holding it back all day.

Either way, Kristoff didn't seem to care. Through her blurry vision and hoarse throat and throbbing heart, she felt him picking her up into his arms, whispering that he was going to keep her safe.

Anna smiled weakly through her tears, draping her arms around his neck for support. “I-I'm sorry,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing red.

Kristoff shook his head, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead. “You don't have to be sorry for anything.”

Anna snuggled closer to him, closing her eyes in relief. She always felt so safe in his arms, whether he was braving winter chills and ridged fjords to bring her home, when she slipped while ice skating too fast and scraped knee, or even when they danced in the light of the library fireplace, humming silly tunes and singing nonsense words that was their own special language of affection.

Before she knew it, they were already back in her room, and even though it had before seemed too big and too cold and too empty, it was now comforting and calming, and Anna could already feel her eyelids start to droop.

Kristoff carried Anna to her bed, lying her down as gently as a porcelain doll and tucking her under the covers. Then cautiously – and very hesitantly – he climbed into bed beside her, his cheeks pink.

Anna slid over and wrapped her arms around him unabashedly, burying her nose in his neck and exhaling deeply. Even though Elsa and Gerda would complain about how smelly he could be (which he could be, Anna couldn't lie), there was always that faint scent of mountain air and fresh lumber and a tiny hint of something vanilla-y.

That and the fact that she soon found he was perfect for cuddling, ignoring how weird that sounded. His chest was broad and toned, and she could just wrap her arms completely around him. There was this nice little crook between his neck and his pectorals that was perfect for resting her head under, one that she quickly adapted to. Her hips curved and rested easily between his, and she smiled as their legs slowly intertwined, locking them together.

They fit together like puzzle pieces, but there was still something missing...

“Can you sing for me?” Anna whispered, pulling away to look into his eyes. “Please?”

Anna knew he still wasn't completely comfortable with singing in front of her; no matter how many times Kristoff insisted that he didn't sound “that good,” and singing was more of just a “on-the-side thing,” and it wasn't “worth listening to,” Anna thought he had the nicest voice she'd ever heard, well, except for Elsa and her mother.

Sometimes she'd catch Kristoff singing in the stables or on his way to work, and she'd always stay to listen. What she loved most about his voice was that he could just sing anything and have it sound good. Whether it was about how much he loved his reindeer or how Anna needed to get out of bed already because it was her birthday, and he was probably going to eat her cake and Olaf was trying to stick his hands in the candles, it all just sounded perfect.

Kristoff hesitated for a moment, but it was so brief that Anna almost missed it. “Of course,” he said. “What would you like?”

Anna lowered her gaze slightly, suddenly feeling shy. “Well, there is one song...my mother used to sing it to me...”

Kristoff didn't even so much as bat an eye this time. “Teach it to me,” he said simply, taking her hands in his.

Anna smiled up at him, leaning forward to place soft kisses on his hands. Sometimes she felt ashamed for forgetting how much he really meant to her. Because it was really so much – her whole life growing up had been spent dreaming of that perfect prince to come in and sweep her off her feet. And within moments, they'd both fall desperately in love with each other. Well, Kristoff wasn't like that kind of perfect, fairytale love. He was so much better.

That's why Anna knew she could trust him with her song, something she held so dear and precious to her heart. It was like a little secret, one that could only be shared with the utmost of intimacy.

Anna parted her lips just a fraction, her voice sweeping into the familiar melody.

Sov, hjertevennen min, sov søtt i natt. La dine øyne få hvile, min skatt. Alt er så fredfylt og stille som grav. Humlene surrer sin sang ganske lavt.

Anna did her best to sing for him, although it was admittedly hard with his two completely perfect chocolate-brown eyes staring raptly at her, and his lips curved into a heart-melting lopsided grin. But then again, she could have recited this lullaby in her sleep – she'd heard it so many times. And it was so important to her, it was hard to mess it up.

After she finished the second verse, Kristoff easily joined in singing the song again, bringing up a hand to cup her cheek.

It was like a sort surreal experience, like something out of a dream. The notes sounded the same, and yet so new and special - like the song had gained a whole new meaning when sung with Kristoff. Their voices flowed together in perfect harmony, rising and falling and dancing and soaring. It was like milk and honey to Anna's ears, and she reached forward to give his hand an affectionate squeeze.

When their voices finally faded to a close, there was a moment of silence. Anna beamed up at him, feeling grateful beyond what words could express. It had been even more perfect than she'd hoped for, not to mention everything about it just seemed so easy, natural, and extremely comforting. Snuggling close to him, she rested her head under his chin. “Thank you,” she whispered, planting a kiss on his chest.

Kristoff said nothing and only nodded, his hands moving to stroke her back.

Anna closed her eyes, feeling completely content. It was moments like these when she was really, truly grateful for her family. Even though she'd just met Kristoff a few months prior, Anna already felt like she'd known him her whole life. He understood her so well, he always knew exactly what to say, and he accepted every weird, flawed, and strange quirk about her.

He was a brother to Elsa, a friend to Olaf, an odd sort of life-partner to Sven, and to her....

Anna glanced up at Kristoff, who now appeared to be dozing off. Well, she loved him, that's for sure. But she also loved ice cream and dancing and summer picnics, but not in the same way she loved Kristoff. He was unlike any man she'd ever met before – and now that he'd entered her life, she never wanted to say goodbye.

Maybe one day, he could even become a part of their family, officially.

The idea made Anna's cheeks turn pink, and she looked up at the man in her arms. She could see it now: a small, brightly light chapel, with her entire family there. Kristoff would be dressed in his finest, looking handsome and completely gorgeous. He'd think she'd look beautiful and stunning, and he'd smile at her with that playful but sincere grin of his. They'd hold each other's gaze like there was no one else in the room, and from the moment they said “I Do,” they'd know that they were meant to be together, for now and for always.

Anna giggled a little, snuggling closer to Kristoff. Yes, that sounded about right.

[hannahberrie]

The Dream, a Frozen FanFic

Anna awoke the next morning, a sleepy smile spread across her lips. Her bedsheets were a tangled mess; half-on, half-off the bed; and there were several pillows on the floor. The curtains were drawn back, and the warm morning sunlight spilled in, giving the whole room a rosy glow. The window was open just a crack, and the air smelt of summer air and some unknown sweetness. She felt tired and worn, the aftereffects of a night full of lovemaking, but in the best of ways.

Kristoff was still nuzzled beside Anna, his arms wrapped around her as he slept. His features were relaxed in contentment, and his gentle snores almost lulled her back to sleep.

Anna turned over to face him, warming at the sight. He looked perfect. Then again, she thought with a giggle, when didn't he look perfect? His hair never got anywhere near the craziness hers did after sleep; instead it was just tousled to the side gently, some strands falling in his eyes here and there. He sported his usual morning stubble, making him look not only older, but even more irresistible – more manly. Anna smiled to herself as she slid one hand up and over his chest, taking time to feel every pore and muscle of his toned physique.

As she smoothed her hands over him, Anna couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if they could spend every morning like this. He could be snuggled up beside her, her handsome prince, and they could just stay there together. They'd keep each other warm and safe; the outside world only a minor disturbance. Breakfast would be optional, Anna decided. There were more...interesting things they could do with their mornings. The thought made her cheeks flush, and she brought her legs together more tightly.

After “breakfast,” they could spend the day doing whatever they wished, without a care in the world. They'd walk through the palace hand in hand, talking about everything and anything. They wouldn't have to worry about Elsa walking in on them, or some maid, or the palace guards; they could just stay bundled in each other's arms, rubbing noses and leaving kisses and talking about all the things they were going to do today. They could cuddle up with a book in the library, or bake cookies in the kitchen, or sock-slide down the halls. There wouldn't have to be anymore wistful hopes for the future, or notes tucked under her pillow, or rushed flings in the stables - they'd be free.

Maybe they could get married, have a family. Anna smiled at the thought. Kristoff would be a wonderful father; he always had Anna's best interests at heart, and he always put her before himself; Anna knew he would do the same with their children.

“Everything would be perfect,” she murmured, smiling softly.

“Thinking about me again?” Kristoff suddenly mumbled sleepily. His eyelashes fluttered as he awoke, an impish grin spreading across his lips.

Anna beamed. “Shut up,” she said, nudging his chest playfully. “Only in your dreams.”

Kristoff chuckled, his voice still thick with sleep. He stretched out his arms behind his head, and Anna couldn't help but stare at his well-defined biceps.

Kristoff caught her eye, which only caused him to smirk even more. “See something you like?” He whispered, a teasing glint in his eyes.

Anna felt her face heat up. He knew her too well, she thought as she crawled over to him. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she situated herself on top of him. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Kristoff raised an eyebrow, shifting slightly to straddle her hips.

Anna nodded. “Maybe.” She gave him a teasing smile before leaning forward for slow, lazy, good-morning kisses.

Kristoff hummed to her touch, his lips drawing her awake. Secretly, this was Anna's favorite part of the morning. Their kisses always seemed so sweetly sedated at this hour – so genuine and pure. Anna didn't have to worry about the long day before them or the ways she was going to have to hide the marks on her skin; her thoughts were only on the feel of his skillful, calloused hands on her thighs, the heat of his skin pressed against her, and the gentle tickle of his stubble against her cheeks.

He cupped the sides of her face as the kiss deepened, her name hung on his breath. It waltzed into her ears and caused her mind to spin and her heart to pound, all mingled with the taste of him; raw and open and loving.

Anna growled, already fully of desire as she leaned closer, dragging her teeth along his bottom lip and relishing the cries of pleasure he'd fight to hold back. Over time, she'd learned all the tricks and tips to make him tick; to make him writhe in pleasure and whimper in wanton. And she'd gotten pretty good at it, if she did say so herself. He would have to agree, as the way he was currently gripping at her hair and incoherently mumbling how much he loved her was an obvious indication, after all.

Whatever blankets that had been left on the bed were quickly being pushed and shoved away to be replaced by Anna's tiny frame and Kristoff's disproportionately large one. Anna's small hands smoothed over wherever she could reach, and she moaned his name softly, pleading for him.

Kristoff gave her a knowing grin as he picked her up and lay her back, her hair fanning out on the downy pillows behind her. He leaned down to shower her cheeks, neck, and jaw with playful kisses, causing Anna to giggle and squirm. His kisses were light but many, like fluttering butterfly wings or soft feathers, tickling and touching her all over. “K-k-kristoff!” She could feel the curve of a smile against her skin, followed by the throaty chuckle of her lover.

Anna abruptly pulled his lips down to meet hers, almost sighing aloud at the feeling. His name just barely escaped her throat, a low groan mangled with lust and want. They pulled apart to make eye contact, each assuring the other in 1000 words without having to use any at all. Anna leaned in to kiss his forehead shakily, giving him a silent nod.

Kristoff nodded back and was just getting into position, ready to fulfill her desire, when they were interrupted by the sudden knocking on Anna's bedroom door, followed by Elsa's insistent voice. “Anna? I need to speak with you. Now.”

The couple pulled apart to exchange glances stricken with fright. Elsa never came to Anna's room this early in the morning, and never did she sound so harsh and demanding; not with Anna at least. Anna's heart went into overdrive and Kristoff swore under his breath before they immediately began scrambling for shirts, sheets, and any other item they had discarded the night before.

“Just a second!” Anna chirped, yanking her messy, tangled hair into a makeshift bun while Kristoff shoved some pants on.

Elsa sighed, and Anna could practically feel her icy agitation through the door. “This is important!”

Anna bit her tongue, stopping herself from shouting back that she herself had been in the middle of doing even more important things, and that Elsa could wait a couple more minutes or two, and instead focused on getting her nightgown buttoned properly.

Kristoff, sloppily yet fully dressed, came up behind her, looking panicked. “What should I do?” He hissed in her ear.

Anna glanced around her room before hastily pushing him behind the changing screen, making a mental note to apologize to him later. “Wait here,” she instructed, giving him a quick kiss.

Kristoff pouted and crossed his arms, but complied, returning her kiss with another.

Anna gave him a small smile before rushing to the door, pausing to catch her breath and still her heart (which was beating so hard she half expected it to burst out of her chest). Taking a deep breath, she opened it, forcing the biggest smile she could muster onto her face.

Elsa was standing firm, her lips pursed in a small, tight frown. Her eyes flashed as she scanned Anna's face, and it looked like she was doing everything she could to stay calm.

The chill of the hall hit Anna like a slap in the face, and she immediately brought her arms around herself, shivering. “H-hey Elsa! Good morning!”

“You're awake,” Elsa commented, still never faulting in her cold demeanor. She glanced away for a brief moment, scanning the bedroom.

Anna felt her cheeks grow hot as she too looked out of the corner of her eye. While Kristoff was no where to be seen, the room was still a complete mess; pillows and blankets were strewn everywhere, and the faint scent of their affairs still hung in the air.

“Did you sleep well?” Elsa asked edgily, turning her focus back on her younger sister.

Anna leaned up against the doorway, her breath caught in her throat. “Y-yeah! Why wouldn't I have?”

“You tell me.” There was no question in her tone, and her eyes were narrow. They held eye contact for what felt like hours, both daring the other to speak first. The silence was deafening to Anna, and she hoped Elsa couldn't hear the pounding of her heart.

Anna resigned to cast her gaze on her feet, chewing on her lower lip nervously. “I-I told you I slept fine...”

“Don't lie to me!” Elsa suddenly burst, her voice reaching an octave higher than usual. Her cheeks burnt red, but she kept her ground, small flurries escaping from her hands. “I...I know, Anna. I saw you.”

Anna's eyes widened, and heart sunk in her chest. Her mind went back to last night - running through the halls, laughing and teasing, kissing Kristoff against her bedroom door with full gusto. Of course Elsa had seen them! How couldn't she have? She wasn't stupid, although Anna clearly was. “Elsa I was going to tell you, I really was, I just-”

“Just stop! “Elsa raised one hand, cutting Anna off. “I don't want to hear your...excuses!”

Anna flinched, her eyes stinging at her sister's harsh tone.

Elsa reached out to pull at her own hair, frosting the tips unintentionally, her firmness now replaced by quivering syllables and sniveling breaths. “How could you do this? Lie to me? Sneak around, keep secrets? After all we've been through!?”

“I told you, I was going to tell you!” Anna protested, a defensive frown crossing her face. “I was just waiting for the right time!”

Elsa's eyes blazed, and she clenched her fists to stop her snow from bursting out of her grasp. “And when was that going to be? Tell me! When you two ran off together, behind my back? When you got pregnant?”

Anna gasped, her face contorted in fury. “I didn't even want to tell you! I knew you would freak out, just like you are now! I knew you'd never understand! You never do!”

“How could you ever think I wouldn't understand you?!” Elsa exclaimed, sounding genuinely shocked.

“Maybe because you shut me out for 10 years?!” Anna snapped. As soon as the words left her mouth, she instantly regretted it.

Elsa froze, all anger crumbling away. Her eyes filled with guilt, and she brought her arms around herself, looking downcast.

Anna looked away, trying to catch her breath and stop the sharp ringing in her ear. They'd both promised to never hold it over the other, and now Anna had broken not only her vow, but her sister.

A loud silence fell over the pair, leaving them both feeling numb and hollow inside.

“You're right,” Elsa finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I was never there for you, and it's all my fault.”

Anna shook her head, fiddling with the ribbons on her nightgown. “No. You said it yourself, you were just trying to protect me...and after Mom and Dad died, we both decided to change, and we fixed things, together...I-I never should have said what I just did....”

Elsa smiled weakly at Anna through her tears. “Anna, without you, I never would have been able to control my powers. And now that I'm queen...I can't do this without you.”

Anna sighed and wiped her eyes, smiling slightly. “I know. And I want to be there for you. I don't want things to go back to how they were.”

Elsa leaned forwards towards Anna and took her hands in hers, her tone suddenly turning firm again. “I just want the best for you, Anna. I want you to have love, and to be happy. Not some secret affairs – that's not going to get you anywhere, no where good, at least. You deserve someone who'll you'll be willing to stand beside, no matter what.”

Anna nodded, even though deep down she didn't know how she actually felt about her sister's advice. “I understand,” she said simply, casting her gaze to the floor again. “And I'll take care of him.”

Elsa relaxed, a soft smile spreading across her face. “Alright. Breakfast should be in 15 minutes, are you coming?”

Anna looked up again, nodding insistently. “See you there.” Turning away, she re-entered her room, closing the door behind. Her head was reeling, and she felt so dizzy and confused, but most of all unsure of what to do. She brought up a hand to pull at her hair, causing it to come loose in messy waves. She shook it out, taking slow, deep breaths. “Kristoff?” She called out, just now remembering that he was still in her room.

He stepped out from behind the screen, now properly dressed. His brow was furrowed, and he seemed lost in thought. The little wrinkle he got between his eyebrows whenever he was upset was nestled in place, which was never a good sign.

“Kristoff?” Anna repeated, inching closer to him. “Are you oka-”

“I have to go.” He didn't even so much as glance up at her as he walked out the door, his voice brusque and stern.

Anna's stomach dropped as she followed him out into the hall, her heart stopping in her chest. “Wait! Kristoff, where are you going!? I need to talk to you!” She reached out to tug at his arm, but he only pulled away, looking dejected.

“I just need to think for a while, okay?” He leaned down to press a brief, polite kiss on her cheek, mumbling that he'd stop by later, before heading off down the hall without so much as glancing over his shoulder.

Anna stood frozen in place, a look full of hurt and disappointment twisting her features, and guilt seizing her chest.

He'd heard everything.

***

Anna spent the rest of her day in an anxious silence, as well as the next, and the next, and the next. She went down to Kristoff's quarters; he wasn't there. She poked around the stables; he was no where to be found.

She started staying up later, waiting for that familiar pitter patter of a pebble bouncing off her window, the memorized knock on her door (they'd created their own special code; one long knock, a short knock, finished with another long one), or at least the funny little notes he'd leave in her books, on her vanity, or under her pillows.

Elsa seemed oblivious to the whole event, instead she seemed content with spending plenty of time with Anna and keeping a close eye on her. Anna tried to follow her suit, distracting herself with books and tea and visits to town, but wherever she was, she always kept hoping he'd sweep in, take her in his arms, and whisper all the sweet nothings that he always did.

It wasn't until almost a week later, when she awoke to someone shaking her gently that she finally got to look up into those beguiling brown eyes and feel those soft, familiar hands caressing her cheeks. “Kristoff!” She breathed, reaching up to throw her arms around his neck. “Where have you been? Oh, I couldn't stop thinking about you – I was so worried!”

Kristoff smiled softly, almost guiltily, as he leaned down to give her a sweet kiss and stroke his thumbs over her cheeks. “I'm so sorry,” he whispered, pulling away to look into her eyes. “But I had to figure some things out.”

Anna sat up in bed, brushing her disheveled hair out of her face and trying to process everything he was saying. “Okay....What kind of things?”

Kristoff sighed and moved to sit in front of her, his hands fiddling with a few stray threads on the bed sheet. The room fell silent and still for a few moments, and all Anna could focus on was the sound of his breathing, slow and heavy. “I heard what you and Elsa were talking about,” he said slowly. He seemed like he was trying to take his time with his words, to plan them all out so they were perfectly aligned - not too fast or all at once. He took a deep breath and looked up at her, reaching out to hold her hands in his. “I don't want to just be some affair. Or some...commoner that you screw around with.”

Anna blushed slightly. “You're not just a commoner,” she insisted, turning to look at him with a sincere smile. “I love you.”

Kristoff smiled back, but Anna could tell his heart wasn't really in it. “I know, I know. But still. Elsa said it herself; you need someone you'd be proud to stand beside.”

Anna's heart skipped a beat, and her smile quickly faded. “I am proud to stand beside you!” She protested, gripping down harder on his hands. “Really!”

Kristoff shook his head, and lowered his gaze. “If you really were, you would of told people by now!” He insisted, his voice edged with resentment. “Admit it, you're too worried about what everyone will think of us.”

Anna paused, immediately filling with guilt. He did have a point. “I'm sorry,” she whispered, averting her eyes down. “You're right, I just...” She sighed, for once at a complete loss of words around him. She was ashamed of him, partly. She was too preoccupied with making sure everything stayed secret and that no one ever found out that she didn't even stop to think about how Kristoff might feel about the whole thing. She'd been so selfish, and now he probably hated her. She wiped at her nose, feeling her chest starting to tighten and heave. “I'm s-so s-sorry!” She whispered, trying to stop the tears that were there for reasons she didn't know why.

Kristoff pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder and placing gentle kisses on her neck. “No, no, it's okay – really! I understand. That's why I'm going to make things better.”

Better?

Anna turned her head to face him, her heart rising slightly. “What do you mean?”

“I'm going to make myself someone to be proud of,” Kristoff said, smiling encouragingly. He went on to elaborately describe how a neighboring kingdom, about a week's trip away, was recruiting advisers for some high position that would allow him to visit other kingdoms and handle big fancy laws and rules and trades and settle disputes and how respectable it would all be and how he really had a good chance and that they'd be willing to teach him everything he needed to know and how proud Anna and Elsa would be of him for doing so much good and having such a good title to his name and so on and so on...

Anna wasn't really listening. All she could hear roaring in her ears was the same words over and over again. He was leaving. He was leaving her, them, his home, their life together. Gone-for who knows how long.

“Wait, you're l-leaving?” Anna exclaimed, her vision going blurry. Her throat seemed to jam itself shut, and her mind was spinning at a million miles a minute. She tried to take a few breaths, but they all came out frantic and strangled. He was leaving. She was going to be alone. “You can't leave! Kristoff-”

“I need to make myself worthy of you!” Kristoff insisted.

“But you ARE worthy of me!” Anna burst, burying her face in his chest. She didn't realize how angry her tone came across, but at the moment she didn't care. “You're all I ever wanted! Please, don't go! Just like you said, we'll make this work!”

“And this is going to make it work!” Kristoff argued, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. “I'll make a name for myself, I'll come back, and we can get married, and have the life we've always wanted!”

Anna couldn't help but break into tears, clutching at his chest and shaking her head. “No, Kristoff. This...this is crazy. You can't leave me. I could barely last a week without you!”

Kristoff thought in silence for a few moments, resting his chin on her head. “I wouldn't be gone for too long,” he murmured, although his voice was unsure. “Just a few months...maybe a little more.”

“Only a few months?” Anna remarked sarcastically. Her voice sounded crackly and hoarse, and her eyes felt bloodshot. Only a few months was a few too many, she thought, and she bit down on her lip to keep from crying again.

Kristoff placed a kiss on the top of her head, stroking her hair softly. “I just want the best for us.”

Anna sniffled, pulling away to look at him through red, teary eyes. “So do I. But how do you know this is the best thing for us? Why can't we just stay like how we are now? I love you just the way you are, I don't see why you have to change that...”

“Because, this isn't a good way to live!” Kristoff protested. “I don't want to spend the rest of my life sneaking around! I want to get married, and have a family, and be together without having to worry about what everyone will think! And we're never going to have that with the way we are now!”

Anna's shoulders slumped, and she tried to ignore the nagging voice in her ear, the one that reminded her with a cruel, snide smirk; He's right. She tried to shake the feeling away, but it wouldn't budge. She gazed up at him, studying his face in the cool, dark room.

He stared right back, despondent but sincere. She just now noticed that he had slight dark circles under his eyes; he must have not gotten much sleep the past few days as he wrestled with this decision. For some reason, this notion tugged at her heart, and made her want to start crying all over again.

All she ever wanted was to be with him, to be happy and free and together. Maybe this was the way to do it, even if the idea felt like it was tearing her apart. If he did this, everything could be perfect. They'd finally get their happily ever after.

Anna sighed. She knew what she had to do.

“I-I'm going to miss you,” she finally whispered, leaning up to wrap her arms around him in a firm hug.

Kristoff hugged her back even tighter, and for a brief moment, Anna could have sworn he was verge on the edge of crying. “I'm going to miss you too,” he whispered, rubbing her back in slow, even strokes.

Even though she tried not to, Anna could help it; she broke out into another round of tears, allowing them to pour freely through his shirt and down his chest.

Kristoff comforted her, whispering reassuring things in her ears and rocking her gently as she cried it out, clutching onto him tightly and never wanting to let go.

***

They snuck down to the docks at dawn; an hour in which the town was still blanketed in a velvet slumber and the stars were slowly blinking out, one by one. The morning sky was awash with vivid oranges, blushed clouds, and the first promising rays of sunrise. The birds were just beginning to sing their morning sonnets; they flew overhead and flitted through the air, blissfully free. It was all so beautiful, but inside, Anna was in despair. She clutched onto Kristoff's outstretched hand as they wove their way through the docks, trying to return every reassuring smile he threw over his shoulder.

The salty smell of the sea wafted through her nose, stingingly crisp, and Anna found it was becoming harder to think. At times Anna found herself fully relying on Kristoff to even hold her up, to make sure she kept moving. She wanted to cry, she wanted to pout and plead and take him back to the castle, to take him home, but she knew it was too late for that now.

They came to a stop at the boat that would be taking some exports to the neighboring kingdom Kristoff had his mind set on. Anna had reluctantly bargained with the ship's crew, and had just managed to secure him a free ride. It was a little unorthodox, but as of now that was the least of her worries.

She eyed the vessel warily, her heart caught in her throat. It loomed over her, blocking out the sun with it's towering mast and whipping sails. Every creak it gave off as it bobbed in the water reminded her that it might as well been a little tub of wood; it was so small compared to the stormy waves it could encounter, so vulnerable to giant flashes of lightning or ferocious tides that could easily drag it under into the deep, dark sea, never to be seen again.

Anna shuddered and took a deep breath, not realizing how badly her hands were shaking. She knew she should have felt happy, relieved even. After all, this was what they'd always wanted; to be together. If Kristoff succeeded in his endeavors, there'd be no more secrets, shame, or guilt.

But....

“Do you have to go?” Anna whispered, her voice laced with fear.

Kristoff turned to take both of her hands in his, gazing at her with the utmost sincerity and warmth. “I know it's hard, but it's for the best – trust me. I'll be back before you know it.” He was smiling down at her, but his voice was hesitant and shaky, as if he was talking to himself more than anything else.

The sunrise was painting the shimmering water of the fjord with it's bright, golden rays, and Anna turned to look, unable to look at Kristoff without bursting into tears. She'd always dreamt of finding her 'soul mate', the person who'd be perfect for her in every way. Someone who'd love her with their whole being, and who she'd love just as much in return. And she knew she had found it in Kristoff, she knew it.

So why was it all so hard?

“I love you, Anna.” Kristoff turned her chin to look at up him, placing a soft, gentle kiss on her lips, and rubbing his thumbs over her cheek.

“I love you too,” Anna whispered, smiling softly to his touch. She returned his kiss with a sweet melancholy, hoping that it wouldn't be her last.

After a few moments, he pulled away, brushing one last strand of hair out of her eyes. His eyes scanned over her, now dark with a forlorn sense of pensiveness. They stood in silence for what felt like an eternity, and one that neither wanted to end.

The moment came to a jarring halt as one of the ship's crewmen shouted that they were leaving port, and gestured agitatedly for Kristoff to get on board.

Kristoff's eyes widened, and he nodded to the crew. He slowly started to pull away from Anna, repeating all the comforting assurances he'd given her before, when she suddenly grasped at his arm, holding him in place.

Anna felt her voice crack as she blinked up at him, her eyes starting to bite and sting. “Promise you'll always remember me?” Her gaze was wide and fearful, and she was desperately doing her best not to cry, not in front of him.

Kristoff brought her hands up to his, placing warm, tender kisses on them. “I promise.” He straightened up, looking determined. “I will always come back for you.”

Anna gripped him by the front of his shirt, pulling him down again. They exchanged one last, frantic kiss made of tight embraces, mangled tongues, and harsh breath. By the time they pulled away, they were both breathless, but resigned, and gave each other a brief, shaky nod.

Anna watched him as he boarded the ship. She waved goodbye as the sails went up, and the boat slowly set in motion. She bit her tongue as he waved back, preventing herself from crying out for him, from begging him to return. She stood in place, silent tears streaming down her face as she watched him slowly disappear. And there she stayed, crying softly until the ship was nothing more than a tiny dot, lost amidst the vast, open sea.

***

That night, Anna couldn't get any sleep. She tossed and turned, but the bed just felt so empty and cold. She found herself reaching out for Kristoff, to hold him and nuzzle her face under his arm, but there was nothing.

I will always come back for you.

He'd promised. It would only be a short while. He was going to come home, and everything would be just as she'd always dreamed it to be. They were going to have their happy ending, he'd said so himself.

But despite what she told herself, Anna cowered in her sheets; yearning for his touch, his scent, his reassuring words. He'd been the one to pick her up when she'd been in the darkest of places, the one to comfort her when she was weak, the one to make her laugh even when she didn't want to, and smile when she was on the verge of falling apart.

She needed him, more than either of them could possibly understand. Tears poured down her cheeks as she buried her face in her pillow, slowly sobbing herself to sleep.

***

She was walking down the castle corridors, her footsteps so silent they were practically non-existent. Sunlight streamed through the windows, coating the walls in a white, almost heavenly glow. Her hair was free of its usual two braids, and instead flowed behind her in long, rippling waves. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew she was looking for someone – someone important.

Off in the distance, she could hear someone calling her name, insistent but excited. Anna turned to look, a confused furrow twisting her features. “Hello?” She called out, nervous and confused.

Elsa was running towards her, laughing and smiling. “Anna!” She exclaimed, throwing her arms around her sister. “What are you doing? Everyone's waiting!”

Anna frowned. “Everyone? Who? I don't-”

“C'mon!” Elsa smiled, pulling her down the hall. “We need to hurry!”

“Okay, okay, I'm coming!” Anna said, breaking into giggles.

They ran down the hall hand in hand, laughing and smiling. Elsa pulled them to a stop in front of two giant brown, mahogany doors. “Good luck,” she smiled, giving her sister a quick kiss on the cheek. “He's waiting.”

Anna froze. “He?”

Elsa nodded and smiled teasingly. “Of course. Don't make him wait, I think it's been long enough.” She brushed off Anna's shoulders, scanning her over. “You look beautiful, and I’m so proud of you.”

Anna glanced down, just now realizing what she was wearing. Her eyes widened, and a small gasp escaped her lips. Breathtaking white layers of chiffon and lace graced her frame, hugging her in all the right places. A long train trailed on the floor behind her, sparkling brighter than the purest snow. She gingerly reached up to touch her hair, surprised to find there were small wildflowers woven throughout it, making it seem like she had just awoken from a light nap in a spring meadow. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in a window, and smiled radiantly.

She looked amazing.

“Elsa I-”

But when she looked up again, Elsa was gone. However, her warm words still lingered in Anna's ear, comforting her and urging her on.

Anna sighed and turned back to the double doors, her heart skipping a beat. She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt very anxious and nervous. Remembering her sister's pleading, she took a deep breath and pushed the doors open, letting in a rush of warm air. A bright light shown through, blinding her for a moment.

Music was playing softly in this new place, a slow, soothing waltz, and Anna blinked rapidly, trying to take it all in. She now stood at the end of a long aisle of an ornate chapel, lit by warm stained glass windows and bright, cheery candles. Flower petals were scattered across the floor, looking similar to the ones she had in her hair. The church was mostly empty, but Anna didn't give it a second thought, for at the center of the room stood Kristoff, his eyes soft and loving. He opened his arms for her, a big smile on his face.

Anna made her way down the aisle, breaking out into a run. Whispering his name in disbelief, she threw herself into his arms, placing kisses wherever she could reach. “You came back!”

“Of course I did,” Kristoff chuckled, his voice warm in her ear. “I told you, I love you.”

Anna giggled, feeling tears start to trickle down her flushed cheeks. “I love you too.”

Kristoff set her back down gently, brushing some of her hair out of her face. A smile played on his lips, and he linked his arm with hers. “Do you often cry about marriage?” He teased.

Anna rolled her eyes, feeling her cheeks turn pink. “This isn't like the last time. This is different. This time I'm happy! I...I can't believe this is happening!”

Kristoff frowned, his gaze just barely meeting hers. “Anna...you know it isn't, right?”

Anna froze. “Wait, what?”

He nodded, holding her a bit closer.

Anna shook her head, confused and in denial. “No, it is! This is real! We're together again – just like I'd always dreamed-”

Oh.

She pulled away slowly to blink up at him, more tears filling her eyes, though these were less happy than before. “I-I'm dreaming?” She whispered, her voice on the edge of breaking.

Kristoff nodded somberly, taking both of her hands in his. “But I made a promise to you Anna. I'm going to come back to you, someday. You'll always be in my heart.”

Anna beamed at him, her eyes shiny and full of tears. “And you'll be in mine.” She leaned in for a long kiss, soon to be followed up by a second, third, and fourth. The room was hushed as they professed their love for each other through more kisses, sweet words, and gentle touches.

After what seemed like hours, they pulled away to rest their foreheads together, smiling and drunk with love. Leading him by the hand, Anna started to walk down the aisle. For the first time, she felt no fear or worry or doubt. Instead, she was peaceful, here in this warm chapel, hand-in-hand with her true love, just like it was always meant to be.

The two reached another set of doors, only these ones were different than the first. This set of doors had elaborate handles, were crafted of white solid oak, and beyond them the music was louder, happier. “Where do these go?” Anna asked Kristoff, turning to look at him.

“Why don't we find out?” Kristoff shrugged, an excited glint in his eye.

Anna smiled up at him, her eyes shining with hope, and the promise of adventure. “Promise you'll always stay by my side?”

Kristoff smiled, reaching out to squeeze her hand, already affirming her every hope, wish, and dream. He leaned down to kiss her forehead, making her shiver and smile softly.

“Always.”

[hannahberrie]

Three Words - Kristoff x Anna

 Kristoff couldn't help but smile as he watched Anna slip around on the ice, clutching onto her sister's hand desperately. “No, trust me, I got it this time!” She'd protest, trying to squirm away, before falling flat on her face. It wasn't rare for her to sometimes go flying out of Elsa's grasp all together, crying out in not only amusement but frustration. She would let out a tiny yelp and apologize profusely to whichever citizen of Arendelle she happened to (almost) injure this time, before getting right back up, ready to start again. She had to be the worst, albeit the cutest, skaters he'd ever seen.

Then again, Kristoff wasn't doing the best either. He knew how to skate; long afternoons spent playing ice hockey with Sven on frozen lakes had made sure of that. But watching Anna proved to be not only highly distracting, but disorienting. He'd just get so caught up in her laugh and her smile and the cute little way she'd wrinkle up her nose when she fell and the squeal of delight she emitted when Elsa spun her around that he couldn't help himself. He'd slip and fall right over backwards, feeling his cheeks grow hot as the sisters skated past, laughing at him hysterically. Not to mention managing a reindeer who was very excited to be around so many people, while on ice, wasn't so easy. Sven would run, well, fumble, over to groups of little kids, begging for them to pet him. The kids would squeal with delight (they'd never seen a reindeer this up close before, let alone allowed to touch one), crawl all over his back, and stroke his soft fur. Sven would jump around happily, his tongue wagging. Kristoff would then have to skate after him; he had to make sure Sven didn't accidentally sit on anyone, after all. He'd attempt to grip onto Sven, yelping as his hands slipped, and he fell yet again. The children would all laugh at him (laughing at Kristoff seemed to be becoming a popular trend) and crawl over his sprawled-out frame; poking at his nose, blowing raspberries in his face, and tickling him until he could hardly breathe. Thankfully, at the moment Olaf and Sven seemed preoccupied with playing hide n' seek around the castle. Olaf was standing in the corner of the newly-created ice rink, his sticks placed over his eyes as he counted down from 50. Kristoff glanced around for Sven, smiling in amusement. Within seconds, he spotted his reindeer. Sven was crouched behind one of the fountains, smiling to himself, his giant antlers instantly giving him away. Kristoff laughed and slid over to him. “Uh, buddy? You're going to have to hide better than that. I can see you from a mile away.”

Sven looked at him in surprise, shocked that the spot he had so carefully planned out had failed him.

Kristoff glanced around. “Why don't you go behind those pillars over there?” He said, gesturing to the spot. “There's a lot of people over there that will cover you.”

Sven smiled and licked Kristoff's face in appreciation for the harvester's cleverness. Snorting happily, he slid off, accidentally knocking a few more people aside.

Kristoff placed his hands on his hips and laughed. Some things would never change. Even though he should have been used to it by now, he still couldn't believe that he was actually inside the castle. That he was on first name terms with the royals. That he'd kissed- Kristoff's cheeks instantly turned pink as he thought back to that tender moment. Even though it'd happened at least an hour ago, he was still awash in the afterglow of it all. He grinned as he thought of how Anna's arms had wrapped themselves around his neck, how she'd smiled as she pulled his body closer to hers, her little hum of content that warmed his lips and sent shivers down his spine. The way her tongue had just darted out and-

“Watch out!” A startled voice called out from behind, interrupting his thoughts.

Kristoff turned around just in time to catch Anna, who tumbled into his arms blushing and giggling. “Sorry!” She apologized, gazing up at him with flushed cheeks. “I might have been going a little too fast.”

Kristoff chuckled. “You think?”

Anna blushed but smiled up at him coyly. “Well, at least you were here to catch me.”

“I'll always be here to catch you,” Kristoff said without thinking, feeling mortified the moment the words left his mouth. His whole face burnt bright red, and his eyes widened. “I-I mean. If you want. Not that I want you to want. You can want whatever you want, I don't care. I just wouldn't want you to get hurt or anything. Ever. So if you ever need anyone to catch you, hypothetically speaking-”

“Kristoff!” Anna exclaimed, placing a finger over his mouth. “It's okay. I-I want you to catch me.” She blushed as she said it, shaking her head slightly. “Okay, that sounded weird. What I mean is...I want to spend time with you. I want you to stay.”

Kristoff smiled in disbelief, and he looked down at his scuffed up boots in pleasure. “R-really?”

Anna nodded, tilting up his chin to look him in the eye. “Really.”

Kristoff beamed at her, trying to ignore the frantic pounding of his heart. Over the past few days, she'd turned him into absolute mush. She, who had started off as a business partner, a complete stranger even, was now the only thing he ever had on his mind. Whenever she was around, he just felt all weird inside, like his insides had been replaced by fluttering butterflies and sugary daydreams. Everything she did amazed him, from throwing snowballs at enraged snowmen to sacrificing herself for her sister (a subject he tried to not think about). Every time he was with her, he just wanted to know her more, he wanted to study every feature on her face, to learn everything written in her heart. He wanted to hold her and kiss her and give her the world, but he didn't know exactly how, let alone if he was even the person for the job.

He'd never felt this way about anyone before, and it scared, yet thrilled him. He knew what it was, but he was too terrified to say it aloud. But as he looked down at Anna, her eyes sparkling with joy as he gazed up at him, he knew he had to. It was just three words. It would only take a moment. The worst she could say was that she didn't feel the same. Oh God, what would he do if she did say that? He'd have to disappear, go into hiding. He'd never be able to show his face again. Not to her, anyway. It'd be far too embarrassing. No, no, he could do this. He was Kristoff Bjorgman; official Ice Master. He could lift a 200 pound load of ice over his head without breaking a sweat. He could say a few words to a beautiful, perfect princess. Who couldn't? Not him. He was going to do this. He was going to say it. He-

“You're so sweet.” Giggling, Anna leaned in to press a quick, chaste kiss to his cheek, leaving a luxurious tingling sensation behind.

He couldn't do it. His nerves got the better of him. And with the smooth feel of her lips against his skin and the soft scent of flowers and vanilla that clouded his senses, any attempts at speaking were futile. “You are too,” he instead murmured, suddenly feeling shy.

“I'll talk to you later.” Anna beamed at him, bopping him on the nose with one delicate, playful finger before skating away, back into Elsa's arms.

Kristoff sighed, still tingling from her touch. This was going to be harder than he thought. *** Anna giggled as she skated away from Kristoff, watching his cheeks turn pink and his lips curve into an embarrassed grin. He was so cute when he got all shy. Then again, Anna was quickly discovering that he was cute all the time, even when he was tripping and sliding after her on ice or eating reindeer-salivated carrots. Her brow furrowed. Okay, maybe not that last one. But he still had those adorable freckles spotted over his nose, that mussed-up blonde hair that he'd occasionally have to flip to the side, or those gorgeous brown eyes that were just like warm, luscious pools of chocolate... Anna sighed aloud, smiling as she reached her sister's awaiting arms.

“Are you having fun?” Elsa asked hopefully, holding Anna to steady her.

“Are you kidding?” Anna laughed a little, amused with her sister's sweet concern. “This is amazing!”

Elsa relaxed. “Watch this!” She suddenly exclaimed, a mischievous glint in her eye. Holding onto Anna with one hand, she shot a blast of icy magic out of the other, propelling the girls across the ice rink.

Anna let out a gasp of delight as they flew across the ice, Elsa maneuvering them past fellow skaters expertly. “Elsa!” She laughed, holding onto the queen's hand tightly.

Elsa turned to look over her shoulder at Anna, looking elated. “Do you want me to slow down?”

Anna shook her head. “Faster!” She burst into giggles as Elsa followed her commands, whisking and twirling Anna around the rink with a playful grace. As Anna looked around the castle courtyard, she realized she had never felt happier. Her sister was not only talking to her again, but they were laughing and dancing and twirling together, just like they had when they were children. She'd longed for this for so long, and up until now she never realized how much she truly missed it.

And then there was Kristoff. Anna felt her cheeks heat up just thinking about him. He wasn't like any of those tall, fair princes she'd spent so much time daydreaming about; he was so much more. He looked at her like no one ever had before, like she was a rare gem or, in his case, a brand-new sled. And he always seemed to put her first, he was always looking out for her, protecting her. Anna giggled to herself as she remembered that she still had his woolen cap, tucked under her pillow for safekeeping. She knew she should give it back, but it was just so soft and warm, and it kept a reminder of him around the castle, something she found herself needing. She'd give it back to him....eventually.

Anna just liked having him around. She liked him. Maybe even more than liked. Her cheeks turned pink (again) at the thought, and she gripped onto Elsa harder. Did she? She liked spending time with him, and when Olaf had told her that he loved her, she had to admit, she had felt a little...excited inside. But then again, maybe Kristoff was just being sweet. Maybe Olaf meant he loved her like a friend, or like a pet-like Sven. Maybe he didn't feel the same way about her. But, then again, they had kissed... Anna frowned, lost in her troubles. She thought she loved him. She really did. But after what happened with Hans...

You were so desperate for love, you were willing to marry me just like that!

Anna squeezed her eyes shut and felt her body go weak. The smirk on his face, the pain of him leaving her, being alone again, slowly freezing to death, the delicate click of the door being locked in her face; it all haunted her, even though she knew it shouldn't. She had thought Hans loved her, she had opened up to him, had become so vulnerable, and he'd just left her to die. She'd been so foolish, but it had all been in the name of “true love.” Now, she realized, she had no idea what that kind of love was really like. Maybe she never would. Maybe Hans was right; maybe she was so desperate for another start that she was just fooling herself into thinking she even had a chance with a perfect guy like Kristoff. The thought broke her, and Anna could help but burst into tears.

“Anna, what's wrong?” Elsa instantly pulled them both to a stop, looking concerned. “Why are you crying? I-I thought you were happy.”

Anna couldn't bring herself to meet Elsa's gaze. “Nothing's wrong with me, I'm just...” She placed her hands over her face, shielding her tears from her sister.

“Anna, please talk to me,” Elsa pleaded. Anna could hear the pain in her voice, and she knew it was tearing her apart to see Anna in so much pain, especially after things were going so well.

“I-it's just...Kristoff. But mostly Hans. He-” She sighed, trying not to choke on her tears. “H-he broke my heart, and my trust. And now that he's gone...I'm too scared to open myself up to anyone else, you know?”

Elsa smiled grimly and nodded. “I do.”

Anna shuddered, clutching onto Elsa's hands more tightly. “And now...with Kristoff here...I just don't know what to do. I really care about him, I really do. But...I'm too scared to l-lov-” Her voice cut off again, feeling embarrassed as she saw that some people were starting to stare.

“Shhh,” Elsa hushed her, pulling Anna in for a hug. “It's okay. Take it from me, I understand completely. Love...love can be a scary thing. But Anna, you don't need to feel pressured to do or say anything, not right now. Just take your time. Speak from your heart.”

Anna smiled up at her weakly, relishing her sister's words. “I know...but I just...I feel so much more happier around him, and I just want him to be happy, and I have all these emotions and I just don't know what to do with them!” She blushed and bit her lip, looking up at Elsa shyly. “I need help.”

Elsa thought for a moment. “Well, I'm not much better with...boys and romance, but I've seen you with Kristoff, and I think you two-” She trailed off, looking slightly flustered. “He's not like Hans. I can tell by the way he looks at you, and treats you, that he really cares about you. And I can tell you care about him. This wouldn't be as big as a deal to you if you didn't.”

Anna blushed, feeling a giddy sort of happiness rising in her. Elsa did have a good point. This was a big deal to her. She just felt like she had to tell Kristoff everything on her mind, and that if she didn't she'd just...explode! After all, he was amazing. Kristoff never rushed into things, he was patient with her, he always supported her, no questions asked, and she knew he would never do the things that Hans did. He'd protected her from danger, helped her when she needed it most, and carried her when she was weak. She actually knew him, she was still learning more about him everyday, actually. Now they just had to eat a meal together, she added mentally, breaking into a smile. Oh, and learn his foot size. But that, she blushed red, could wait for later.

“Thank you Elsa,” Anna beamed, wrapping herself around Elsa in a big hug. “You're the best sister anyone could ask for!”

“But that title already belongs to you!” Elsa giggled, looking relieved that she had helped. She clutched Anna's hand again. “Now c'mon, let's skate some more! I have a few more tricks I wanna show you!”

***

Kristoff stood near the front doors of the palace, thankful for the lack of prying ears. “No, no, that sounds stupid,” he muttered, shaking his head. “She'd laugh at me.” He realized he probably looked like a crazy person, he was standing here and conversing intently with a door, after all. Then again, he smiled slightly, he did talk to a reindeer on a daily basis, so this wasn't much worse. But he figured if he practiced saying what was on his mind, it would make actually doing it a whole lot easier. The problem was, he had no idea what he was doing. He'd never told anyone this before, well, outside of Sven, but he didn't really count. And this was different. He couldn't mess this up.

“Anna.” Kristoff paused. Even the way he said her name was coming out wrong. “Anna? Anna! Anna. Anna.” Nope, nope, and nope.

He groaned, running his hands through his hair. This was hopeless.

He glanced over his shoulder, making sure that no one was around. Okay, maybe he'd just skip that first part. “I-I think you're a really cool person,” he instead continued. Wait, cool? What kind of compliment was that? Anna wasn't just cool, she was...

“Amazing? Brilliant? Wonderful? Beautiful? Cute?” Kristoff frowned. Nothing sounded right. “Anna, I think you're really....great, and I love spending time with you. I would like to spend more time with you.” Wait, did that sound creepy? What if she didn't want to spend time with him? What if she couldn't spend time with him? She was the princess. There was no way she'd have free time to spend with a lowly ice harvester like him.

But he just had to tell her! Ever since her heart had thawed, the words had been dangling on the tip of his tongue, threatening to slip right out. A part of him, though he may have tried to forget, kept holding onto that dark thought: What if something happened to her? What if he never got another chance? He didn't want to go back to that dark moment, when she'd frozen to solid ice, her final scream hung in the air. In that moment, any wistful dreams he'd had of giving her that true love's kiss, of holding her in his arms, of keeping her warm, of whispering her name through thick eyelashes and being close enough to count every last one of those adorable freckles of hers came crashing down, frozen in time. And the worst part of it all: he never got to say goodbye. He never got to tell her that everything was going to be okay, that they would figure this out, that he was going to stay by her side, that he couldn't live without her, that that he even lo-

He shuddered, taking deep breaths to steady himself. He never wanted to go back to that moment. Ever. But now he had another chance to make things right. To get it all out on the table. He knew he should have been happy, he knew he should have been excited, but in all honesty, he was terrified.

Maybe he was making this too hard. After all, if he really felt this way about Anna, why couldn't he just tell her? Maybe he was putting too much thought into this. But then again, weren’t you supposed to think about things like these? He bit his lip. He was overthinking this. He just needed to tell her what he was feeling. And that's all. If she never wanted to see him again, then he'd have to deal with that. If she did...well, he would think about that later.

He took a deep breath. He could do this. As he opened his mouth to speak, he found that the words were already there, just waiting to be brought to light. “Alright. Anna, ever since we met, I couldn't get over you. You're like...something I didn't know I needed in my life. And-and now I don't see how I could ever live without you, even if it is just as friends, or...maybe something more. I just think you're amazing, a-and wonderful, and beautiful, and a little loud, and kind of weird, but...perfect. And I just want you to be happy, and always have lots of chocolate and explore the world and have all these crazy adventures. Maybe we could even have some together? Yeah. I just want the best for you, for now and forever, because I think...I'm....I kind of just...I love you.”

Kristoff breathed out a sigh of relief, pleased with his words. That didn't sound so bad. Not bad at all. A little sappy, sure, but he hoped that she'd-

“K-kristoff?”

Oh no.

Kristoff's heart leapt into his throat, his whole body feeling like it'd been dunked into a frozen lake. He'd recognize that sweet, cheery voice anywhere, even if he had only come to know it for a few days.

Feeling like his feet were suddenly made of lead, he turned around, now face-to-face with a clearly surprised Anna. Her eyes were wide in shock, and her mouth was hanging open. Kristoff couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing. “A-anna? H-h-how much of that did you hear?”

Anna blinked up at him, a smile slowly spreading across her face. “All of it. I-I saw you and wanted to come talk to you b-but then I heard you talking and-” Her cheeks turned pink as she trailed off, looking like she was trying to prevent herself from exploding.

Kristoff felt humiliated. “Oh.”

Anna bit her lip, glancing down at her feet before looking back up at him. “Did you really mean everything you said?”

Kristoff smiled slightly, torn between the urge to laugh and run and scream out loud. “Y-yes. But-you weren't supposed to hear that.”

Anna raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?”

Kristoff nodded and blushed. “That was just me practicing...I was going to talk to you later. That wasn't even that good really. It was kind of horrible actually. I've never been good with words, well I mean, I could like talk and carry on a conversation and stuff, not that I really had anyone to talk with, but I'm not like into poetry or any of that stuff – not that there's anything wrong with poetry! Do you like poetry? We could read some, together, if you'd like. I could even write some for you! I can't promise it'd be that good, it'd probably be horrible actually, but you know, you can't knock it 'till you-

Rolling her eyes, Anna yanked him down by his shirt collar and pressed her lips against his, a smile spread across her face.

Kristoff's eyes widened, but he didn't complain, instantly melting to her touch and wrapping his arms around her tightly.

After a few moments, Anna pulled away, looking giddy. “I love you too.”

Kristoff froze. “Wait, what?”

Anna rolled her eyes again, smiling at him. “Pay attention. I. Love. You.”

Kristoff blinked at her wordlessly for a few moments, completely dumbfounded. “Y-you do? B-but how? I'm just-”

“Perfect, amazing, wonderful, unlike any man I've ever met?” Anna answered, giggling the whole time. “And...” She took a deep breath, collecting herself. “I know you would never hurt me. I trust you. You're not like Ha-” As flash of hurt passed Anna's eyes, causing her gaze to lower and her brow to furrow. She stared at her skates for a few long moments, looking almost angry at the memory of her ex-fiancé. Seeming to steady her emotions however, she looked back up at him, a determined glint in her eye. “You're not like Hans.”

Kristoff nodded insistently, taking her hands in his. He wanted her more than anything to understand that he was never going to let Hans hurt her ever again. She was safe now, and that's how it was going to stay.

Anna on the other hand smiled up at him, suddenly looking shy. “You...you're different,” she continued. “With Hans, everything was always superficial and cliché, and the whole time I couldn't believe it was actually happening – maybe because it wasn't. But with you....you feel real.”

Kristoff smiled and raised an eyebrow. “Real?”

Anna smiled and squeezed his hands tighter. “You know what I mean. You're different. A good different.”

Kristoff beamed, unsuccessfully trying to mask the sappy grin on his face. “You're different too. A little crazy, but different.”

Anna thought for a moment before leaning in close, her lips brushing against his ear. “And is crazy good?” Kristoff shivered, turning to meet her gaze. “Crazy is very good.”

Anna brushed her lips against his. “That's what I thought.”

The couple smiled at each other, their noses brushing together gently. An unspoken sort of agreement held them both in place, both savoring the feeling of being close to each other, of fingers intertwining and lips just barely meeting, but most of all, love in the air. Anna bought a soft, gentle hand up to cup his cheek, his name hung on her lips as she leaned in and-

“Hey, Anna, Kristoff!” Olaf suddenly called, sliding up and somewhat oblivious to what was going on. “Elsa says we're all going to town to get some hot chocolate! You should come! There'll be marshmallows! Speaking of, has anyone heard from Marshmallow? I hope he's okay! He is my big little brother, after all...” The snowman walked off, lost in his chattering excitement.

Anna and Kristoff parted, blushing and smiling at each other. Their tender moment may have been broken, but Anna still turned to smile at Kristoff, reaching out for his hand. “C'mon, we should go,” she said, tugging at him. “We can share a cup.”

Kristoff smiled back. “Sounds like a plan.” Laughing at her squeal of surprise, he picked her off the ground and hoisted her onto his back. “Where to, my lady?” He asked, not meaning for it to come out in the reindeer-voice, and feeling slightly embarrassed when it did.

Nevertheless, Anna giggled, ruffling his hair with one hand. “To town!” She said in her own, not vey good, but still insanely adorable, reindeer voice. “The chocolate awaits!”

Yup, she was a keeper.