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Kristoff x Anna

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                Anna looked out from the door, cold air and snow striking her face and chilling her to the bone, however she still would not walk back indoors. It had been a week since Kristoff had nearly died bringing her back to the palace, and though it hadn’t been that long since she has seen him last, she missed him terribly. She stared out longingly into the drifts of snow and banks covered with a thin sheet of ice crystals. The wind had been whipping for two nights in a row. Another blizzard was predicted, but it never came. Anna hoped that if it did come it would be at night. She didn’t want Kristoff out in that.

                In reality what Anna wanted was to be with Kristoff, or have Kristoff with her. It was dangerous out on the ice and she wanted to be there to watch his back or have him beside her in the warmth of friendly walls. She hoped at the very least that he would return to her soon. She missed him with all of her heart when he was gone and it made her shudder to think that she could have lost him just a few days ago. She truly did not know what she would do without him.

She nervously fiddled with a braid as another burst of icy wind burst across her face. She supposed that she should probably close the door or at the very least she could go get herself a jacket. She was wearing only a dress and slippers and though she wasn’t outside completely, she was enough in the elements to be cold. However for some reason or another she could not tear herself away. She thought of what Elsa would say to her if she caught her standing out in the cold in such a way. Now that they were close to one another again Elsa had become somewhat of a Mama bear towards her, making sure she was warm and fed and happy.

Anna thought on Elsa often now that she fully understood why she had locked herself away for so long, and she couldn’t say that she blamed her for what she did. Anna knew for a fact that if she had been in her sister’s shoes she would have reacted in much the same way. In fact Elsa was still in the process of opening herself up, she was a strong, beautiful and powerful woman, but she hadn’t been able to be herself since she was eight years old. That is a truly terrifying thought for a person, to spend thirteen or so years of their life with the inability to be themselves. Anna let Elsa coddle her now, knowing that she felt bad for the years she let go by, and along with that Anna tried to encourage Elsa to open up to others. She could command an entire nation herself from behind closed doors, but as soon as she had to go to a ball or a meeting she was a wreck. It was going to take time for Elsa to adjust, but she was doing even better than Anna would have ever dreamed.

Suddenly the familiar sound of hooves crunching snow made Anna jump up and forget about her thoughts. Kristoff was home. She ran inside and shut the door behind her, he must have come from a different direction than usual, but he wasn’t about to sneak up on her. Anna ran over to the table and grabbed the handful of carrots she had left there after cleaning up the cabin. She had been doing things like cleaning and drawing to keep herself busy while Kristoff was away, not even a royal proclamation from the Queen of Arendelle allowing Anna to stay with him for a month in the mountains to “study ice harvesting” would be enough for Kristoff to let Anna go out on the ice with him. He made her stay home, but she couldn’t complain too much because at the very least she was there with him.

As she ran through the small cabin and out into the adjoining stable Anna smiled. Elsa had known what she was doing when she allowed Anna to return to the cabin with Kristoff, she knew that Anna was not there to study Kristoff’s methods for some national economics assignment or however she had explained it to staff and the public to avoid suspicion of impropriety. Elsa had known that she was sending Anna up to be with Kristoff, to save both of their sanity and to allow them the alone time that they were never afforded in town or at the castle. Also in this she had sent along a second bed after Anna let a little too much slip about the night she had spent there, she was a sister and therefor wanted to make Anna happy, but she was also protective and apparently have given Kristoff a stare down just hours after he nearly drowned to ensure that he would not make Anna “too happy”. There was nothing quite like having a sister who’s icy cold glare could actually make a person icy cold.

“Anna!” Kristoff shouted excitedly as she burst through the stable door excitedly. He had been coming home to her in this way for a week and while he had thought that he had snuck up on her this time, he was afforded no such luck. He loved coming home to her and by now he knew exactly what to expect. She would exit the door with carrots for Sven and a hug for him. She would then ask seemingly a thousand questions about his day and he would answer them all, just happy to be at her side. “How was your day feistypants?” He asked before she could do the same to him.

Anna handed off the carrots to an awaiting Sven then walked up to Kristoff and gave him a hug. On her tiptoes she kissed his cheek and laughed lightly, “You’ll see how my day was when you come inside.” She gave his cheek another kiss for good measure then walked over to Sven to pet him between the ears as he munched away at his carrots. She smiled at the reindeer, he was so human that sometimes she had to remind herself that he couldn’t talk, however she still spoke to him. “Thanks for bringing him home safe Sven.”

The reindeer snorted in reply and bobbled his head as if to tell her that it had been no big deal. Giving him an extra pat she returned indoors and prepared for Kristoff’s entrance. She had cleaned every single nook and cranny of their temporary home. Ironically because she had never had to clean before, she rather enjoyed it. She had tried to make his house a home for the both of them while he was gone, adding a more feminine touch to the place. She had spent the day hanging curtains between the rooms rather than blankets, putting the quilt she had brought along on his bed, because of course despite Elsa’s best intentions Anna was sleeping in Kristoff’s bed with him at night, replacing burnt down stubs of candles with some she had brought from the castle. It was just the little touches she had tackled that made the whole place feel even warmer than it had already been.

Of course her surprise for him was much more than just that, and it was that which he noticed. “You made us dinner?” He asked as he entered the room from the stable and saw the table set nicely with a cloth and a few china dishes that Kristoff didn’t even know existed until this point. He supposed that Anna had brought them with her.

 He was absolutely flabbergasted and awestruck at the work that she had done, not only at making them a meal, but also at cleaning the cabin and making it look so much nicer than he ever expected it could. He knew that she had never done anything like this before, and he was rather impressed with her. Anna was a very intelligent, brave, bold and quirky woman. Kristoff never expected that upon all of that she would be a good house maker too. He was proud of her to say the very least, and he knew that he would need to show her his appreciation as soon as they had eaten their meal.

“It’s nothing fancy.” Anna admitted with a shrug, she had been watching him cook for the past few days, and with the help of a cookbook she had snagged from the castle before returning, she had made them something at least similar to meatballs with potatoes, cooked carrots and gravy, common winter fare in Arendelle’s cold months.

Kristoff shook his head looking down at the food with his stomach rumbling. He took off a few layers of clothing, and though he was absolutely dirty and sweaty he could think of nothing but eating. “ Anna it’s perfect, now please sit down and eat with me because as much as I don’t want to be rude, I’m starving.”

Anna smiled softly before sitting down at the small kitchen and taking a moment to pour wine into both of their cups. Anna herself had never been all that fond of wine, preferring juice to it any day; however it felt like the adult thing to do. “So,” She said as she set the bottle down onto the table, “how was your day?”

Kristoff, who had been in part expecting the question, stopped shoveling food into his mouth. She had made a delicious meal and he was only stopping begrudgingly. “It was fine, I’m sore and tired and I didn’t even stop to eat the lunch I brought today, but it was fine.” He was used to hard work, the harvest and its struggles were nothing new to him. However the one difference of this harvesting year and the previous thirteen he had worked was that this time he was happy to get home, not to eat or sleep, but to see Anna. She had changed him so much, and he knew as he ate and sipped the wine she had poured him that it was for the better. She had made him a stronger man and a better person.

“You should have eaten your lunch.” Anna said softly, sounding sad after hearing that he hadn’t eaten all day. “I guess it’s a good thing I made so much food then.”

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                  “Anna, for the third time I can’t dance.” Kristoff said with a laugh as he shook his head at Anna who was trying desperately to pull him into her arms for a waltz. She had drank two, maybe three glasses of wine and she was already completely tipsy. He had equaled her, if he hadn’t drank more and he was fine. He supposed he was not taking their size difference into account, however his feelings of humor did not fade quickly.

                  “Why not?” She asked as she twirled around the room gracefully. Being mildly inebriated didn’t stop her from being surer on her feet than he. Naturally she was very clumsy, however Kristoff could not deny her skill at dancing.

                  He sighed, “Why not indeed.” He told himself under his breath as he approached her and pulled her in for a dance. If she was indeed this out of it, she would not remember his terrible dancing in the morning anyhow. He pulled her in close and began to sway back and forth with her in his arms. Whether it was his original intention to do so or not, the movement put her to sleep nearly immediately.

                  “Oh Anna.” He said gently as he picked her up, “What will I do with you, and what could I ever do without you?” He whispered it and of course she couldn’t hear him in her sleep, but he swore that she had smiled at him like she had heard him despite being deep within her dreamland.

                  He brought her into the bedroom where he noticed that she had replaced his ratty old blanket for her beautifully embroidered quilt. That was it, he supposed, this was her home too now. He imagined for a moment marrying Anna and living in the cabin with her and only her. He thought of the joy of having her all to himself every day and every night. He kissed her forehead softly as he set her into bed and tucked her in. Blushing at the thought of having her alone at night, to do the things that the bawdiest of harvesters spoke of together as they drank their ale, he was embarrassed to think of it. He was glad that she was not awake to see his blushing face as he walked away to clean up before crawling into bed with her.