SLEEPING ARRANGEMENTS: A KRISTANNA FANFIC
PAIRING: Anna and Kristoff
RATING: Teen (canonverse)
WORD COUNT: It took two sheets of paper (front and back and front again)
It had been a few days since Queen Elsa's second coronation and The Great Thaw. To show their appreciation to Sami ice harvester Kristoff Bjorgman, she and her younger sister Princess Anna had presented him with a brand new sleigh, a new lute, a new set of ice harvesting tools, a new set of tailored to fit clothing and a permanent room in the private family wing of Arendelle Palace, along with the official title of Ice Master and Deliverer for Arendelle and a large stall in the royal stables for his trusty reindeer Sven. Kristoff was truly appreciative and humbled by the kindness shown by the queen and the princess but the best gift was bestowing Anna with her very first romantic kiss...something that he had thoroughly enjoyed as well.
The room that was given to Kristoff was quite large. Rosemaling decorated the walls and fireplace and walls with lattice on the large windows overlooking the fjord add mountain peaks. A wardrobe cabinet and large, comfortable canopied bed took up one spot. A dressing screen and large copper bathtub took up another spot. For all the rich tapestries, lacquered fine wood and plush rugs, Kristoff felt ill at ease staying in the palace. Yes, he was relieved that he and Sven no longer had to worry about where their next meal came from or a more permanent place to stay when it wasn't harvesting season but Kristoff, not being used to this opulence, felt that he was better suited for living in the royal stables than in the palace.
One night, not very long after Kristoff had moved into the palace, Anna had knocked on his bedroom door, wanting to give him a kiss and a warm hug goodnight. There was no answer. "Kristoff," Anna said, knocking again. "Kristoff? Are you awake?" She opened the door. Moonlight shone through the open windows and a fire was lit in the fireplace. He was not there but his gear sacks were there, along with his harvester's outfit. (Hmm. Where could he be) she thought. (I know! He's probably sharing a snack with Sven) She soon went out to the stables, dressed only in her nightgown, her braids a complete mess.
She crept into the stables. Hay, the scent of horses and a reindeer and oil from the oil lamps greeted Anna, along with the snufflings of the horses. She went to Sven's stall. Sure enough, laying on a pile of hay with a Nordic blanket beneath him and another Nordic blanket covering him was Kristoff, softly snoring, his arms folded beneath his head, Sven beside him. Anna quietly came inside the stall, got onto the pile of hay and crawled beneath Kristoff's blanket. He looked so peaceful as he slept that she didn't have the heart to wake him. She laid onto her right side, her cheek lightly pressed against his tunic covered chest, warm and hard from the definition of hard muscle. She soon fell asleep.
Morning came. Kristoff woke up to something soft and warm pressed against him and a dampness on his tunic. He looked down to see his beloved Anna sleeping on him, lightly drooling on his tunic. He bent, placing a tender kiss on the crown of her messy, bedheaded head. She woke. "Good morning, Feistypants," Kristoff teased. "What are you doing out here?" "Funny you should ask that, Kristoff," Anna said. "I was going to ask you the same thing." He blushed. How could he tell her the reason why he was sleeping in the stables? She looked at him. When she saw the hesitancy in his brown eyes, she fought the tears that welled up in her blue eyes and sat up.
"You hate it here," Anna said quietly. "You think I'm forcing you to give up a nomadic way of life." "Wait, what," Kristoff asked. "It's all right. You don't have to live here...with me." She bit her lower lip, which trembled. He sat up. He ran his right hand through his shaggy, disheveled hair then gathered the petite princess into his large, muscular arms. "No, I don't hate it here," he said. "I love you and being with you. It's just that...well, uh...I'm not used to sleeping on a feather mattress in a room larger than any cabin, yurt or barn I'd ever slept in." She looked at him as he looked at her. She saw love and sincerity there. "Well, would you like for me to help you adjust," she asked. "Yes. Please," he replied. "Tonight, stay in your room. Luckily, my room is right beside yours. I'll come in after Elsa goes to her room." "Fine." They got up, brushed the hay from their clothes and went back to the castle.
That night, Kristoff lay in his new bed in his new nightshirt, patiently waiting for Anna. Soon, he'd heard her special knock, then came in, latching the door. She lifted the hem of her nightgown, then crawled beneath the covers with him. "Thanks for helping me," Kristoff said. "You're welcome," Anna said, holding him in her slender arms. "I love you," they said together as their lips met in a kiss....
From then on, Kristoff didn't sleep in the royal stables. The only times he'd go there were to check on Sven or if he and Anna wanted time alone together without the prying eyes of chaperones or years later, without their children present. Their sleeping arrangements worked from now and forever.
