Dying for a fic where Tommy’s being insecure and s/o is very blunt and says “yeah you’re no Greek statue but that’s not why I love you, I never loved you for your looks. I love your dedication to your family, you work harder than anyone in this house. You’re dependable and you do the best you can with what you got. I love the way you furrow your brows, the nervous twitch of your hands and how despite the callouses that guarantee you’ll never have soft hands, your touches are never rough. you’ve given so much when you didn’t even really have anything to give in the first place and you should be loved, you don’t have to be beautiful to be deserving of love”
Oneshot
Universe: Canon
Rating: G (General Audiences)
Length: 1335 words
A/N: @kristannafever you said your favorite tropes were “married Kristanna with babies and all the romantic fluffy stuff”! So here’s a little fic about Kristoff and Anna being disgustingly happily married with a daughter. I should mention that this idea did come from a fanart from another fandom that I love! I thought you might like this idea as much as I do!
A very merry unbirthday to you!
Anna hadn’t known what to expect when she opened the door to the nursery in the middle of the afternoon. Perhaps a maid doing some sweeping, her daughter playing with her dolls or being read a story. She certainly wasn’t expecting her husband, much less her husband with a hairbrush and a pile of ribbons doing their daughter’s hair.
There was no maid in sight and Anna wondered whether Kristoff had sent her off for the evening. They both did so often as unlike Anna who had been mostly cared for by a nursemaid or governess until her teen years, they had wanted Lilly to grow up cared for by her parents directly. They mainly employed help in an occasional babysitting capacity when they were both busy working at the same time and even more so beyond that because it was what was expected. Having a caretaker for Lilly on staff meant that no one asked too many questions or called their daughter spoiled for all her parental attention.
Not that she wasn’t spoiled of course, it just wasn’t on anyone’s radar. Kristoff doted on her terribly and Anna only had a touch more of a backbone than he did when it came to their daughter. He could be the disciplinarian when he needed to be, but it was just a fact of nature that their daughter’s doe eyes could get her out of almost anything. It reminded Anna of herself when she was small, which explained why Aunt Elsa was also constantly melted by her smile.
“Mama!”
Anna smiled and bumped the door closed behind her.
“Hey sunshine!”
Kristoff gave her a shy smile as she walked over to them and settled down on the floor with them, getting a better view of what exactly they’d been up to without her. It certainly looked like fun to say the least. Far more fun than the meeting she’d just been released from about the upcoming solstice celebration.
“Oh my!” Anna said, looking at their daughter’s hair put up in the messiest braids she’d ever seen in her entire life. She had about five different colors of ribbons tied in it as well, none of which were lying flat at all. “Don’t you look pretty!”
Lilly beamed just as Kristoff shot her the most sheepish look she’d ever seen him manage, and she’d seen him look very sheepish in the past. It was a look of “I tried my best”, and Anna grinned broadly.
“Me next!” Anna said, shifting herself to Kristoff’s side and opening her arms so that Lilly could scramble into her lap. She was already excitedly telling her about how her Papa had let her pick all the ribbons that she had wanted and how he didn’t tug on her hair like her governess did when she braided her hair. And she was talking about what her dolls had done when she felt Kristoff shift closer to her.
“Oh wow they went on an adventure, huh?” she said pressing a kiss to the top of her little head.
With all the glee and excitement a three year old could muster she could agree, and then ambled off her mother’s lap and across the room to continue playing with her dolls. She had three. Two that had been Anna and Elsa’s growing up, and a third made in the same fashion that looked like her, messy blonde hair and all.
“You’re kidding right?” Kristoff murmured into her ear, “You saw what I did to your daughter.”
“I did,” Anna said, snuggling into his front as he wrapped his arms around her, “And no, I’m not joking. In fact I thought a new look may be in order for supper.”
He groaned, but she knew he was only teasing. His lips were already moving to her neck and Anna melted into him as she watched their daughter playing. In one hand she was holding her “Auntie Elsa doll”, and in the other was her “me doll”. They were talking about something important Anna was sure, and she didn’t feel bad about her doll not being played with. Anna knew that her “Mama doll” was her favorite, and she always liked very much to see her holding it over her little heart when she was put to bed for the night.
Lilly would be four years old very soon and it made Anna smile to have these moments with her family. Her baby was still a baby and her husband was taking down her hair with gentle hands. She loved their little family, and their quiet moments alone away from the world outside their window.
They’d been trying to add another member as of late, and while she couldn’t prove it, she had a feeling that they might have succeeded. In a week or two she would call the doctor just to be safe, but she had a feeling that Kristoff was aware of her feeling. They were hoping for a boy, they’d said as much when they started trying, but she knew that they’d both be perfectly happy with any healthy baby.
His fingers were carding through her hair and she leaned into his touch, closing her eyes for a moment so that her focus was on the feeling and the mixed sound of his breathing and their daughter chattering with her dolls. It was like her own personal corner of heaven on earth.
“There won’t be any important guests at dinner I should make you extra pretty for is there?” he asked, a barely disguised chuckle following his words.
“Oh yes, of course. Elsa will be there, and I really want her to see your best work.”
Her hands, that had been settled in her own lap, moved back to rest against his thighs. She giggled when he pressed a kiss to her part. She’d never remembered her parents being so “lovey dovey” together when she was young, but she wanted to make sure that Lilly knew every single day that her Mama and Papa loved each other, and that they loved her too. Kristoff had been more than happy to hug and kiss both his girls every day, just to be sure that the message was clear.
“She’s going to give you such a look when you walk in,” he said as he worked with her hair. His fingers were big and while she knew that they were well suited to fine work, he’d never quite mastered the art of braiding hair. Anna was sure that she already had bumps and little tufts of hair poking every which way. It was nice, she thought, that he went along with her silliness. It was one of the hundreds of reasons why she loved him so much.
“I know she’ll be so jealous! I’ll never share my hairdresser with her though. Maybe he can help her with her business with the kingdom, but only my daughter and I should look this lovely.”
He ducked his head around her side, his fingers still in her hair, so that she would look at him. He was smiling and she was too. She wasn’t surprised when he kissed her gently and lingered.
“I don’t know that I’m of any help, but you are lovely, you both are. You’re as lovely as the day I met you.”
He kissed her again, and Anna kissed him back. It always felt like she was well and truly home when he kissed her slow. It reminded her that they could take a moment to breathe, that they were exactly where they needed to be.
“When you met me I’d fallen down a slope and was a few moments away from hypothermia,” she reminded him with a shake of her head and a smile.
“Well I’m replicating the hairstyle.”
They laughed, and when they went to dinner together, holding their daughter’s hands between them, Anna noticed several very jealous looks from the staff. She told Lilly it was because of their beautiful hair.
i was being soft so i wrote a cute little schmico family fanfic...here it is (yes this is some shameless self promo) https://archiveofourown.org/works/16764127
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I’d say Bebe, but she’s hardened her heart a little - it would take a long time, but I think Kyle would be the first to say it, even though Bebe has written it in text messages and Valentines cards.
who laughs when the other trips?
Bebe laughs aksldg she’s mean
who pays the bills?
Aw, it’s 2019, they split it. It comes out of Kyle’s accounts, though.
which one makes a bigger deal around the holidays?
Bebe gets more excited, but Kyle makes sure they have all their documents and shit. So, both, in different ways.
who’s more clumsy?
Probably Bebe.
who checks their daily horoscope?
Bebe. I have a feeling Kyle doesn’t buy into it. Bebe reads his aloud anyway.
who sings louder in the car?
Bebe, especially if it’s to the Spice Girls or something.
who leaves the cap off the toothpaste?
Neither, that’s gross. It’ll dry up.
who is more up to date in pop culture?
They both are! Bebe is on the pulse with memes, especially ones that start on Twitch, while Kyle always listens to new music. They both keep up with video game news.
who insists on going to see the newest movies?
Kyle? Bebe wants to see old reruns of Ghibli shit and The Room.
who cries when the abused animal commercials come on?
She doesn’t cry, but Bebe can’t watch them.
who’s the lighter sleeper?
I feel like Kyle would be.
who believes in ghosts?
They both kind of do. They like scaring themselves with movies and games.
who does the grocery shopping?
Bebe likes doing it together! But Kyle does it alone sometimes.
