Heidi asking Krsitoff to braid her hair, when it's usually Anna who does it.
Kristoff turned in his chair just in time to catch his six year old daughter jumping up into his lap. “Hey there.”
Shoving her little brush into his hand and turning so the back of her head was facing him, Heidi grinned. “Braids, please!”
"Heidi, why don’t you ask mommy?" He turned the small brush in his large hands, pressing nervously against the bristles. "She’s much better at it than daddy."
"Nope," the little girl snickered. "Mommy is sleeping. I wan’ you to do it!"
He groaned, reaching into the desk drawer to grab her little hair bands (because Anna had insisted that they keep them everywhere… Just in case), and handed them to his daughter. “Fine, baby. Hold these.”
The little redhead held the bands happily between her fingers and started humming as Kristoff began running the brush through her soft hair. He couldn’t help but smile - some parts of her were so like her mother.
After her hair was perfectly smooth (“Twenty brushes, daddy! Don’t forget!”), Kristoff placed the brush down beside him and began working with his large, clumsy fingers. He split it unevenly down the center, pushing the hair he wasn’t working with over her shoulder.
After a few minutes, he had managed to form two messy plaits down the back of her head, and blushed furiously at just how awful they had turned out.
With a chuckle, he ran a hand down the back of her head. “Sorry, Heidi. You might want to ask mommy to redo them.”
She stuck her nose in the air with a proud smile. “Nope! Daddy did them, and that makes them perfect!”
Kristoff did his best to hide the goofy grin that was pulling at his cheeks as she skipped out of the room, sloppy braids bouncing on her shoulders.
