Her quick change of topics confused Kristoff for just a moment, and he shook his head quickly as he stood up to his normal height. “Well, if Sven said it, it must be true!” He announced with a grin, his arms crossing once again.

Kristoff scratched the back of his head, shrugging slightly. “Like Christopher? Yeah, kinda…I guess, but it’s just Kristoff.”

“Anna?”  Her name sounded kind of familiar. Maybe he’d seen her when he was selling ice in the market or something- either way it sounded kinda nice. But he couldn’t let her know he was actually thinking that so, after sharing a smile with Sven, he spoke again.’

“That’s a weird name.”

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    just kristoff. she nodded her head, her eyebrows furrowed as she focused on that. it might come in handy later. maybe. unless she forgot it. she’d try her best not to, but she’s a kid! things happen. especially forgetting things.

“I was right!” anna cheered, which looked just slightly awkward, considering she wasn’t entirely right.

now she blinked at the boy’s reaction. how was her name weird? it was a perfectly normal name-- a royal name! she was named after... probably someone else royal. but it definitely wasn’t weird.

A brow quirked, but luckily for the redhead, she caught herself before she finished her thought. Sure, the pomp and protocol of the castle was enough to put Marianne to sleep, but it wasn’t as if the other had to deal with that. There were fun things to do within the Fairy Kingdom, so long as you knew where to find them.

At the repeated mention of another kingdom, however, Marianne’s curious gaze looked her over again. She loved exploration and discovering new things; given that she’d never met someone from outside the Fairy Kingdom before, she couldn’t help but be intrigued. “What’s it like in Arendelle, Miss Your-Kingdom-is-Boring?“

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   anna puffed air into her cheeks. obviously she hadn’t meant to call the other’s kingdom boring, it just slipped out. and that was only because she couldn’t find anything fun within where she had already traveled. but luckily, she was a good adventurer. or at least, she tried to be. 

❛           that’s good, ‘cuz when I was two I once ran out in front’uva car. I dunno why, though. My mom kept me on one of those leashes for kids, y’know, the monkey one. ❜ Pip disentangled their fingers, folding her legs beneath her. ❛  Grandma said it was just bad parenting. ❜

❛   Yeah? Why bother with ‘em at all, then? ❜  Pip’s nose wrinkled with sheer DISGUST. Her grandmother had sworn she would one day meet a man capable of defying her skepticism. She lingered on the thought for a moment, settling in Anna’s lap. ❛ What about YOUR big doof of a boyfriend? ❜

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   “Oooh, the monkey one. Those ones evil.” although       really, they’re all evil. at least, anna thinks so. why  do       parents find it so difficult to pay  attention  to  a  child?       she’d never understand  that.  but  when  she  heard       bad parenting,  she  swallowed.  she  wouldn’t  want       to tell pip that her mother was bad.  “It’s  just...  strict.”

this is so sweet of you— thank you honey! but really, everything’s definitely okay, we’re all safe and sound now. thank you again<3

always here for me<3 i’ll always be here for you too. whenever you need it.

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Walking into the kitchen, Kristoff was half happy and relieved to see that the large bottom tier of the cake was left unscathed – and half despaired to see that much left. He didn’t have much of a sweet tooth on a good day, but even less so right now. It was just…so much sugar. Kristoff just needed his stomach to hold out until Anna went to bed.

“Alright, let’s see what this tastes like,” Kristoff managed a grin, rummaging around for a knife to cut out slices for the both of them. “That big enough for your sweet tooth, Anna?” he asked, plopping a pretty decent-sized piece onto a small plate for her, followed by another for himself.

Jeez, he should have taken off his winter clothes, he was burning up…

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   upon seeing the huge tier of cake that was left on the counter, probably to be eaten or tossed out later, her face glowed. it was perfect! chocolate, ice cream, and-- she ran her finger over the side, then putting it in her mouth-- buttercream frosting. her favorite. this would be great! she pulled her wide, toothy smile and glanced at kristoff, humming excitedly( which honestly, made her look more and more like a hummingbird ). 

anna shrugged her shoulders, hopping around to the other side of the counter, so that way instead of standing beside kristoff, she stood in front of him. better to see the cake. she took another knife and piled more on top. “That’s better!” she giggled to herself, now holding onto her plate. 

❛           it’s super serious, AND super secret! I hope you’re not afraid of commitment. ❜ Pip’s mother had been the one to teach the child the importance of a promise, though her own words held no meaning.

❛   ‘Cuz you know what they say, best friends are forever, AND they keep each other safe from weird boys that make fun of us. ❜  Pip wound her pinkie around the elder girl’s. She pressed a kiss to the pad of her own thumb. ❛ But, boys get better when they’re your age … right?❜

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   “Wow-- that is really important. I think I can manage.”       she flashed a grin. actually, anna  loved  commitment.       because commitment meant loyalty,  friendship,  love.       and in this case, for pip, all three were felt.  she  loved       the girl as if she were  her  younger  sister.  especially       now.

“I’m only saying that I don’t want him to feel obligated to help us,” she assured. “But you’re right—everyone loves Christmas.” Most everyone, anyway. Elsa assumed that given his love for ice and winter, surely Kristoff enjoyed Christmas at least enough to help them with their decorating. “Plus, he’s part of the family now. It wouldn’t be right if he wasn’t involved.”

Elsa wrapped an arm around her sister’s back when she was pulled into her side, giving a quick squeeze. She’d figured that Anna would approve of that idea, but even though the Queen had expected her excitement, she couldn’t help a laugh. “I’m…not sure the winners would appreciate pounds of straight chocolate like you would. It’s a decent backup plan, but maybe we should keep thinking,” she said with a gentle pat to Anna’s shoulder. “I could make trophies for the winners? We could do first, second, and third place?  

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   “Especially people with big families like him!” okay, even though his family wasn’t technically by blood, or... you know, human, it still counts. and the trolls seem like great parents and siblings and aunts and uncles and grandparents...how many trolls were there exactly? she shrugged to herself, before blinking, once again looking toward her sister. “Elsa,” she started. “do you think Kristoff’s ever actually had a Christmas?”