Your Kristanna work place AU reminded me of Paper-anna. Is there a chance that you could write a Kristanna Paperman AU.
1) Give me a pairing.
2) Give me an AU setting.
3) I will write you a three-sentence (Haha) fic.
((AHHHH)) Original Post (x) Kristoff shifted in his place, switching the large stack of papers to rest in his other hand. He wasn’t necessarily an uptight person, but he had never been fond of being late, and with this new job under his belt, he was even more apprehensive about his current situation.
He glanced down at his watch, tapping his foot impatiently. The train was 10 minutes late. "Oh, not again!” There was a rush of wind as a train whisked by (not his train, he added silently), and a girl ran past him, chasing after a sheet of paper that was startled by the sudden burst of air. In her haste however, she ran right into him, knocking both to the sidewalk. Kristoff winced as he felt all his weight fall directly on top of her, and his wince quickly turned into a scowl as he saw all of his papers scatter. "Hey!" He exclaimed at the same time she did. As they made eye contact however, they both paused, cheeks red. Kristoff couldn’t help but notice that she was rather pretty, and after all it had been an accident. The girl blinked up at him, her eyes wide and cheeks blazing. “I am so sorry,” she stammered, smiling weakly at him. “I should have been watching where I was going. Are you okay? I’m just-weird. This is kind of awkward, just because I’m awkward and-“
Kristoff felt a grin tug at his mouth and he shook his head, silencing her. “I’m fine, actually. Don’t worry about it.” He pulled her off the ground, smiling as he saw her bend down to help him retrieve all his papers. “Thanks.” The girl nodded, passing his papers to him and reaching out her hand for a shake. “I’m-“
But before she could finish, another train rushed by, sending another gust of wind towards them with full force. It blew off more of Kristoff’s files, one of them hitting the girl directly in the face. "Sorry about that!" Kristoff exclaimed as the train pulled to a stop. He reached forward to retrieve the paper, which now sported a bright red lipstick stain in the center. He was surprised to find that seeing there made him strangely pleased, rather than annoyed or angry like he would be on any other day. "Ooh, sorry," The girl winced, eyeing the lipstick print. "I usually don’t even wear lipstick you know? I was just trying to look nice, and stuff. I have this whole job interview thing today and what not-I know it’s a little stupid-" "No!" Kristoff said, a little too loudly. "No," he repeated again, quieter. "You look nice." The girl blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Thank you.”
Kristoff nodded, feeling a little disheartened as he saw her pick up her paper from before and back away into the train. “It was nice meeting you!” She called, waving to him. Kristoff smiled and waved back, chuckling as she ran into the train door. “Ah, right, the door,” he heard her mutter, sounding embarrassed.
As she laughed and disappeared inside, Kristoff found himself aching to see her again, but some chance he had with that. He didn’t even know her name. In the back of his head, he faintly heard his train arrive, and he boarded it, still smiling down at the lipstick-marked paper wistfully. Then again, who knew what could happen? Smiling, he folded up the lone paper and tucked it away into his pocket, holding onto the hope that he would get the chance to give it to her, maybe not now, but someday. He could dream, couldn’t he?