#kristannasmutweek

He had swept her off her feet the moment they had gotten out of the car, and she had let out a surprised laugh and put her arms around his neck just in time. For a moment she had nearly teased him about how it was probably a little too late to worry about the "carrying her over the threshold" thing considering they'd lived together for going on two years and she was nearly four months pregnant, but then she'd shivered when his arms flexed around her and decided that maybe she had better things to think about.

She half-expected him to sit down in their armchair and settle her on his lap, but instead he carried her straight upstairs with no indication of exertion, as if she weighed nothing at all. It was easy to forget how strong he was sometimes when he was always so gentle with her, but suddenly it was impossible to think of anything else when she ran one hand over the broad expanse of his chest, her mouth going dry at the thought of how powerful the arms that cradled her really were.

He set her down on the bed, and immediately she moved to sit on the edge of it, catching the end of his tie and tugging him downwards until his lips met hers. Her mouth was greedy on his, her tongue brushing over his as if she could still taste the sweetness of the vows he had sworn only a few hours ago.

He broke away panting after a few moments, his eyes fierce and full of love as they met hers. "My Anna," he whispered. "My wife."

"Min mann," she said softly back, grateful that for once the Norwegian was easy, and he drew in a shuddering breath, his eyes full of wonder.

She tugged at his tie again, and he came willingly, a mountain of a man that would be moved for nothing except her whim. As her fingers loosened the tie and began to work his buttons free, he set his hands on either side of her so he could lean close enough to kiss the side of her throat, his teeth just barely scraping over the delicate skin there. Anna gasped and blindly clutched at the fabric of his shirt. "If you're going to do that," she managed to get out, "at least help me with my buttons."

"Gladly," he murmured, his breath ghosting over her already reddened skin.

He made surprisingly quick work of the dress and slid it from her shoulders, letting it puddle around her hips. To her surprise, he didn't pull it down further; instead he knelt in front of her, still in his half-open shirt, and leaned forward to kiss the barely-there swell of her stomach.

Anna smiled softly, combing her fingers through his hair, and he looked up at her, determination and tenderness intermingled in his eyes.

"I know you worried over this, skatten min," he said, raising one hand to stroke gentle circles over the goosefleshed skin of her stomach. "That we did things out of order. But I am glad that I got to say my vows to you both.”

All of a sudden there was a lump in her throat. “You can’t just say such sweet things to me out of nowhere.”

He chuckled at that and rose to his feet, cupping her face in his hands as he looked down at her. “Why not?”

“Because you’re supposed to be ravishing me right now, not making me cry!”

Like giddy schoolchildren, Anna and Kristoff laughed their way up the stairs, through the halls, and into their bedchamber, slamming the door theatrically behind them, signaling to absolutely everybody in the castle that they wanted—no, they needed the utmost of privacy.

 Finally. Alone at last.

 Not that the winter ball didn’t have its fair share of fun, but roughly halfway through the event Anna had started feeling some kind of an insatiable desire bubbling within her core… and they couldn’t sneak off like they usually did for some risky tryst in an alcove or the library or behind a curtain or anything because announcing that an heir to the throne was only a few months away meant they were beyond the center of attention. They lacked any and every opportunity to slip out unnoticed.

 But now…

 Right as Anna stumbled through the door she turned back again, pinning her husband to the wooden door frame, pushing herself into him as far as her swollen belly would allow. Her right arm shot up to behind his neck and she used this as leverage to pull herself up on her tip toes, bringing his mouth to hers, kissing him deeply. Kristoff took in a breath. He could feel his excitement growing, his trousers growing tighter already. He ached for her and she realized this, biting down on his bottom lip and pulling away. She grinded her pelvis into his, moaning when she felt him quiver.

But then she pulled away. He stumbled back into the door in shock, aching still to have all of her.

Anna stretched a bit, yawning loudly, drawing attention to herself. She bit her lip. “Kris, I’m exhausted,” she said and let out a dramatic sigh.

He cleared his throat. “Oh—well, if you want to go to sleep, we—"

“Uh—I mean exhausted as in don’t want to make conversation with any more ambassadors or villagers or anybody about how they all predicted that we were going to announce something at the ball tonight. But not—exhausted as in want to go straight to bed, because—well, I do want to go straight to bed but not bed bed more like—"

Heat rose to her cheeks, far too excited and turned on to do anything but ramble incessantly. Kristoff took a few paces closer to his wife, closing the gap between them, taking one large hand and running it gently along her jawline. Completely unable to control herself, Anna shivered.

“Whoo these hormones are insane.” She giggled and then pouted. Serious face on. This was a seduction, goddammit. No more funny business. She furrowed her brows and pushed Kristoff away with little force. Of course, he knew exactly what she wanted and faltered backward. “Okay. Bed. You. Now.”

He obeyed her, scrambling to the bed and sitting up at attention, licking his lips in anticipation of whatever his ravishing queen had in mind.

“In honor of… finally not having to hide anything anymore. And to celebrate an amazing winter ball. And to… say that I really, really love you and I’m so excited for … everything. I… uh—without further ado…”

Anna bit her bottom lip, hooking her thumb around the billowing white lace sleeve of her dress and pulling it down so it freed her arm. She shook her shoulders slightly, locking eyes with Kristoff as she shimmied, instantly perking up the second she saw his eyes widen in pure amazement.

She did the same to her other arm, and her dress fell around her waist, exposing her full, rounded breasts, extremely grateful that she decided to give up on the maternity corset once and for all.

Kristoff could feel his trousers growing tighter by the second.

Anna took some time to pull her dress further down, to her hips, accentuating her stomach, drawing attention to the fact that he had done this. That their love had created something so wonderful, had transformed her body into something both Anna and Kristoff reveled in. She loved her new body, yes—always insecure about her small breasts and her small hips, Anna had loved seeing so much of her fill out over the last few months. She felt confident and sexy and complete. When she pulled the dress down completely, standing there in her drawers alone, she approached him, swaying her hips, knowing that she had him wrapped around her finger.

He felt pulsation down below, his member trying to break free.

Her hands grasped his knees and spread them apart, and she squeezed between them as she stuck her tongue deep into his mouth. Her tongue moved in circles around his own and he could do nothing but grab her ass tightly, squeezing both cheeks with his hands. Anna gasped into their kiss, leaning in closer to him, sucking and nibbling on his neck and then his earlobe, before whispering, “Take off my drawers.”

Aching even more now, yearning to have his fix of his wife, Kristoff jumped to attention and grabbed at the waistband of her underwear with such fervor that he thought he might burst the second he saw her completely on display for him. She stepped out of the bloomers and swayed her hips again, walking away from him so he could have a bit more of a show.

Kristoff couldn’t help but take in a breath. Anna. Naked at last. Beautiful, magnificent. All his. How had he gotten so lucky? How had he somehow been worthy of courting this woman—of marrying this woman—of having a baby with this gorgeous, perfect, entrancing, wonderful woman he called his wife?

He reached one hand out to rub on her belly, smiling blissfully at her.

She giggled and said teasingly, “Oh, you’re far too clothed for this. Come on. Off with it all!”

He rushed through this. Eager. Practically ripping off his vest along with this shirt and sliding his trousers off with ease, freeing his erection at last.

Seeing him in all of his glory, Anna licked her lips and dropped directly to her knees. “Oooh. You’re a sexy one, Mr. Bjorgman.”

She ran her tongue along his inner thighs, and then planted gentle kisses on both balls before taking him in her mouth. She started with just the tip, playing with him, sucking slightly, circling her tongue around the head and then going deeper, wrapping her hand around his girth as much as she could, twisting her hand and bringing him deeper into her mouth, deeper… deeper… and then she stopped. Locking eyes with him, half lidded in bliss, she ran her tongue along his entire length as his body quaked and quivered, uninhibited moans escaping him.

“Anna… I can’t—you need—I’m going to…”

She smirked up at him and flipped over onto all fours, leaving Kristoff staring at her backside.

“Here. Now. Kristoff, please…”

“Here? On the…”

“Yes, please. Now.”

He dropped to his knees on the rug, taking one calloused hand and finding her pleasure center, rubbing hard, sweeping motions around her clitoris. Anna bucked against him as much as she could, breathing heavily, calling his name. Two thick fingers found their way into her, stretching her out, pleasantly surprised by how wet she already was, coating his fingers in her sweet juices, rubbing her wetness back over her clitoris and into her again. She shivered. So … close …. She whimpered for him, “Kris… I need you…” He stroked his hands on her newly swollen labia, somewhere that had become more and more sensitive over the last few months, and it sent her over the edge, waves crashing around her, the world shattering beneath her as her muscles trembled, her legs and arms and entire body threatening to give way. A high-pitched moan escaped her, and Kristoff leaned his body against her, planting a kiss on her back, pleased and triumphant that he had brought her here. She took in a few more breaths and then managed, “I need you inside me.”

He entered her slowly, with purpose, moaning himself when he felt fully surrounded by her heat. He thrusted in and out of her gently, leaning over her, bringing one hand to cup her belly, caressing it a few times, proud of himself, proud of her, proud of the proof of their boundless love she now carried around. His other hand returned to her pleasure center again and he arched his back as he ran more circles over it.

Slowly, he brought himself into her and out of her, paying extra mind to the fact that he knew how sensitive she was now to any deep penetration. He controlled himself, just barely, and Anna’s approving sighs told him everything he needed to know. He was close now… about to spill over the edge into his very own abyss. Without so much as a second thought, he took one hand and slapped her ass lightly, hearing her pleasured sighs was enough to take him there. He let himself go, releasing his warmth deep inside of her with a few wanton gasps.

They both remained still for awhile, catching their breath, and then he pulled out of her, flopping exhausted so his back rested on the bed frame. Anna slid next to him and he took her into his arms, kissing her on the top of her head.

“Have I ever told you I love you?” Kristoff said as he kissed her again, on the forehead this time.

“Once or twice.”

“I love you. Lots. Lots lots lots.”

She scooted across the cracked leather of the bench seat, running her fingers into his hair. His eyes slid closed as she stroked the nape of his neck. "You won't hurt me."

"But you--and the babies--"

Anna put a hand over her stomach, still small but definitely rounded under her loose tunic dress. That was the result of their last trip up the mountain, when Kristoff had first transformed, and Anna had followed him. She'd been warned that if she went through with it she was almost guaranteed to come down marked and pregnant. It had been worth it, to show Kristoff that she wasn't afraid. That she wasn't going anywhere. That she still wanted him, wanted to have a family with him, no matter what he turned into during the full moon. 

It had been exhausting, and she'd been sore for days. But it had been worth it. 

Kristoff had spent the two full moons since that first one on his own--he hadn't tried to chain himself up again, but he'd insisted on coming to the cabin alone to ride out the change. After twice waking up to find a naked, muddy Kristoff curled on the bed next to her and their backdoor wrenched out of its frame, Anna put her foot down. He needed her--the fact that he spent the entire night of his transformation running on foot to get to her proved that. The fact that she'd spent those nights lying awake, restless and aching, proved she needed him, too. 

"The last thing you could ever do is hurt me, or them," she said. "No matter what shape you are. It's built in to who you are--and Mrs. Yaga said that's only amplified when you change. You'll always know who I am--or at least what I am." She leaned into him, pressing a kiss behind his ear and nipping him gently. "Both sides of you know that I'm yours," she murmured. "And that these cubs are yours. There's nowhere safer for us than with you."

He twisted, digging his fingers into her hair and pulling her tight to his tense body. Anna leaned into his hold, warm breath brushing across her shoulder as he hid his face against her, his heart thudding under her ear. "It will be rough," he mumbled hoarsely. 

"I don't mind rough." She rubbed her cheek against his chest. "I like rough."

"But are you su--"

Anna yanked back, putting her hand over his mouth. "Kristoff," she said. "I want rough."

His eyes darkened, glinting. She felt the vibration of a growl against her palm. He grasped her arm, moving it so that he could suck the pale skin on the inside of her wrist, biting gently. 

"Okay."

By the time Anna had scooted back across the seat, Kristoff had the passenger door open and was waiting to lift her down. The new, dark light was still in his eyes, but when her feet were steady on the gravel drive he pulled her in for a warm, all-encompassing hug, his lips pressing against the crown of her head. She wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him back. "It's getting late," she murmured. 

He grunted, kissed her temple again, and let go--but only far enough to lace her fingers with his as they walked up the porch steps. 

Kristoff had put in some long hours working on the cabin. Not making it the sweet cottage Anna had originally imagined, but he'd insulated the walls and fixed the roof, gotten the chimney cleared. There were still claw marks on the porch rails. He squeezed her hand as they passed. 

"Mrs. Yaga is absolutely sure it’s safe for you to be here? With the babies?”

Anna rolled her eyes, pushing open the door and pulling him in after her. "Of course it is! You won’t hurt them. And you won’t hurt me. Although this time I’m not going to ask you to chase me.” She winked. “Just to fuck me.”

She shrieked as he scooped her up off of her feet, giggling as he nuzzled her neck with his scratchy chin. Kristoff dropped to his knees, making Anna gasp, but then he laid her ever-so-gently on the mats and blankets that cushioned the floor--they'd agreed that furniture would just be in the way, except for one battered sofa pushed into a corner. She wriggled, snuggling into the layers of rugs, cushions, and old quilts, and tugged Kristoff down to her. 

His lips were hungry on hers, tugging and nipping, his tongue stroking into her mouth. A growl vibrated his chest as he tasted her. Anna arched up, pressing her body into him. She could feel his hard cock against the curve of her stomach. "I want you," she whispered hoarsely as he kissed a line down her throat. He growled in response, continuing down her chest, and Anna tugged at his hair. "Now," she said. "Like this."

Kristoff lifted his head, one eyebrow quirked, and Anna nodded, licking her lips. The red glow of sunset slanted through the windows and made a nimbus of his golden hair. He pressed his face into her shoulder, kissing the bit mark there, and then strong hands were pulling her up, turning her onto her knees, her loose dress pushed up to bunch at her waist. She gripped fistfuls of blanket as those strong hands gripped her hips, tilting her to accept him. Anna moaned as he slid deep. 

"Kris!" She squirmed against him but he held her still, moving in slow, shallow pulses that made her body hum but only stoked her hunger without satisfying it. One calloused palm slid around her waist to stroke her belly, cradling its fullness, then stroked lower, caressing the place where her body opened like a flower to let him in. 

"I have you." His body folded over hers, pressing her chest down to the cushion beneath her, and his voice was rough in her ear. "I have you." 

Anna could only whimper as his fingers found that tight, aching place between her legs and pressed, rubbing in time to the thrusts of him inside her. His movements were getting faster, deeper, his mouth finding her shoulder and biting. 

"It's coming," he rasped. "Now, Anna--"

She screamed into the blankets, a shudder wracking her body as the coil of pleasure unwound--but then the white intensity of her climax turned blinding. Anna felt Kristoff's body stiffen above her, a roar tearing from his chest. His hands left her skin, claws suddenly leaving jagged rents in the blanket beneath them as he grasped for something to anchor him, and Anna was scrabbling for something to hold onto too, as she felt him change inside her--thickening, lengthening, hot and throbbing. Anna screamed again. Her body went taut with pleasure at the sensations, rough thrusts pounding into her, hard, again, then again, the hard knot pressing agonizingly against her delicate petals...and then it was in her, locking their bodies together and leaving her aching with fullness. 

Anna collapsed to the floor, shaking. Kristoff--the wolf that was Kristoff--settled down over her, golden-furred body covering hers with just enough weight to keep her warm and secure under him. 

Soon he would use his rough tongue to clean her, licking up the sticky evidence of their encounter from her thighs. He would nuzzle against her stomach, rumbling softly with approval before curling his huge body around her. 

Later he would take her again, and again--never as roughly as that very first time had been, but relentlessly, until she was limp and exhausted and radiant with climax.

And ever later, Anna would wake up wrapped in Kristoff's arms, the wolf sated. 

For now. 

Kristoff chuckled, and when back to rubbing deep circles over the muscles of her calves and her puffy, swollen ankles, which were draped over his lap. She groaned as he found a tender spot. 

It was well after lunchtime, and the ambassadors were finally gone. They'd been even more stubborn and ridiculous than usual, which had been especially annoying because Anna would have sacrificed almost anything--except, of course, the well-being of her subjects--to send the ambassadors back home hours ago.

"I should have pretended to go into labor," she mumbled, rubbing her temples. It knocked her crown askew, and her twist of braids was coming unpinned. Anna couldn't bring herself to care. She yanked the tiara off and dropped it on the side table, then began pulling pins out of her hair, searching for the one that was poking her in the scalp. 

Kristoff's palm stroked up and down her bare leg (her stockings were crumpled on the floor, on top of the shoes she'd kicked viciously away), his hand pushing her demure blue skirt out of the way above her knee. "They would have still stayed," he said, "waiting for you to produce the baby."

"Mm." Anna found the offending hair pin and threw it away, then sank back against the sofa's padded arm. She draped an arm across her heavy stomach and looked over it at her husband. He'd followed through on his promise from that morning--during the interminable meetings he'd been at her elbow, his eyes on her. Twice cups of tea had been steaming in front of her just as she'd realized she was longing for them, along with chocolate biscuits when she'd suddenly realized that if she didn't eat something then she'd bite the next old man who wheezed "If I may play devil's advocate, Your Majesty…" 

Kristoff had even worn his formal suit, including the snug trousers that he still had on, although his coat was folded behind her head and he'd rolled up the fine linen sleeves of his shirt. The silk cravat was somewhere on the floor with their shoes and her discarded stockings. The state of dishabille made it look for all the world as if they'd been doing something far more decadent than a foot massage--not that her husband's thumb firmly caressing her instep wasn't decadent, but….

Anna sighed wistfully, her cheeks heating at the memory of that morning's decadence. She'd begun the morning still flushed from Kristoff's attentions, before the frustration at driven all thoughts of marital bliss from her mind, but the stroke of his calloused fingers up her ankle reminded her of the way he'd touched her, his hands on her legs, his lips on her--

Her breath shuddered, a tremor running up her spine, and Kristoff's hand paused on her calf. 

'Anything my queen commands…'

"Kristoff--" She pushed herself up on her elbows. "I--" Her leg shifted restlessly, the ball of her foot rubbing over his thigh, and Anna could feel the heavy muscles flexing through the thin material. He inhaled sharply. 

"Tell me what you need," he said, his voice husky. "I'll give it to you."

Anna pushed herself up, swinging her feet out of his lap. "Get up," she ordered, her heart racing. He stood, towering over her even in his socks, and it made her mouth go dry. "Stand...there, right there." He followed her pointing finger, standing a few feet away, the afternoon light from the open window flooding over him and picking out bright gold highlights in his hair, gilding the faint stubble along his jaw. Anna licked her lips. He watched her from under heavy lids. 

"What other commands does my queen have for me?" he asked softly. 

Oh, she liked the sound of that. "Strip," Anna said. "I want--I want to look at you."

A grin played around his lips as he undid the buttons of his waistcoat and let it fall to the floor, then yanked out the tails of his shirt. Instead of pulling it over his head, his fingers slid down the placket, unfastening each small horn button in turn, until the white linen bared his chest, the downy layer of hair that narrowed into a trail over his stomach, vanishing behind the waistband of his trousers. He shrugged out of the sleeves and let the shirt drop. The light falling over his shoulders made Anna squirm restlessly against the cushions, her bare toes digging into the silk carpet. 

When he unbuttoned his trousers, however, she straightened. "Stop," Anna commanded, her voice sounding strange and smoky in her own ears. He stopped, hands on his waistband, watching her. "Leave them on, but...I want to see you. Show yourself to me." Kristoff raised an eyebrow, making her blush darken, but he didn't hesitate to obey, letting the trousers slide down his hips just enough to free his erection. The stiff flesh was thick and flushed against the dark material, rosy with arousal. 

Anna felt...wanton. A little depraved. She was a queen, a married woman, soon to be a mother, formally and fully clothed--except for her stockings--and also her thighs were sticky with desire as she looked at her husband. The sight of him, proud and framed by the placket of his trousers, was somehow more erotic than the sight of him fully undressed. He stood still, his cock moving in little bobs that she knew matched his heartbeat, his breathing as shallow as her own, waiting for orders. 

Something was missing. 

A glint caught the corner of her eye, and Anna leaned over to pick up her discarded tiara. Her braids had unraveled, coiling around her shoulders, but she set the crown on her loose hair anyway. Did she imagine Kristoff's short, hard intake of breath?

"Touch yourself for me," she said. 

There was a rumble in his voice, almost a growl. "As you command, my queen." One broad, calloused hand dropped down to curl around the red shaft of his cock, his breath hitching as he fisted himself, sliding up, his thumb swiping across the slick tip. And all the while his eyes didn't leave her face. Anna wondered how debauched she looked, her cheeks flushed and her teeth worrying her lower lip, her thighs rubbing together as she shifted her hips restlessly. 

"Anna," he rasped out, "I'm close." 

"Stop."

This time he growled in earnest, but he pulled his hand away, curling it into a fist against his thigh. His chest was heaving, his jaw tight, the smirk gone and his lips pressed into a hard line. She met his gaze, dark with lust. Lust that was hers to command. 

Anna licked her lips. He was all golden skin, sun-halo hair and sinful eyes, and strength, so much power coiled up and focused on her, taut muscles held in check. 

"Tell me what you want," he said, his voice rough. 

What I want--you, all of you, forever. But she couldn't seem to make her mouth shape the words, they were caught somewhere in her throat, crowded out by the throb of her pulse. She couldn't ask for anything, because she wanted it all, and all at once. 

Kristoff took a step toward her. "Tell me what you need."

"Your mouth," she blurted. "I need your mouth."

He groaned, sinking to his knees. "Yes," he murmured, his hands sliding up her legs, pushing her skirts out of the way, and he pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh. She felt the hum of his voice against her. "My queen."

Kristoff gripped her hips, sliding her forward on the sofa cushion as warm, nipping kisses made her gasp, licking the evidence of her arousal off her skin and inching ever nearer to--

Anna hissed as her back pinched, the ache that had been ever-present since she started to show blossoming into pain. 

"Anna?" Kristoff caught her shoulders, looking anxiously into her face. "Where does it hurt?"

She smiled weakly. "Just my back, again." She tried to find a comfortable position, but Kristoff was already piling pillows behind her, helping her ease back onto them. His warm palm cradled her cheek. 

"Better?"

"Yes." Anna relaxed, her eyes closing as the twinge faded, and she felt a gentle kiss brush the corner of her mouth. She signed against his lips. "I'm sorry."

"For what? You don't have anything to be sorry about." He kissed her collarbone, then dropped down to nuzzle against the heavy curve of her stomach. "It's this little trouble maker, though…"

She giggled, combing her fingers into his hair, tracing the edges of his ears and sliding her hands together at the back of his neck. "I love you."

He turned his head to kiss the inside of her wrist. "And I love you, my queen. My Anna."

Her breath caught at the words, her knees coming up on either side of his ribs. "Show me," she ordered. 

Kristoff chuckled, but then his hands were under her skirt once again, pushing the loose fabric up and over her belly so that he had unfettered access to the rest of her, her thighs spread by his broad shoulders. He kissed his way down while she squirmed, until his mouth was finally where she'd been wanting it. The first stroke of his tongue made her head go back, her fingers curling in his hair. He hummed approvingly and pressed closer. It didn't take long for Kristoff to find a rhythm that had her whimpering, moans forced out of her by every lick, every tug of his lips. When a work-roughened finger slid into her, curved to stroke that secret place inside, Anna jerked. When he added a second finger she wailed, her climax spilling over her in a rush. He kept his mouth on her, coaxing her until she was wrung out and trembling from head to foot. Only when she gasped out a helpless "too much" did he pull away, kissing her knee as he rocked back on his heels. 

Anna stared blindly up at the ceiling, her breath shuddering in her lungs, before a thought occurred to her and she yanked her eyes down to her husband. He was watching her, brown eyes warm and liquid, and the smirk back, curling the corner of his mouth. But--she looked down, to where he was hard and throbbing. "Come here," she demanded, tugging at his shoulders until he stood over her. She grasped him, wrapping her fingers around the hot, silky skin of him, and delighting in the way he groaned, his hips rocking in time with her strokes. Up and down, over the tip and giving extra attention to the ridge under his foreskin that made him rasp out her name in broken syllables. "Anna--Anna, I--"

"Do it," she said. "I want to see you." 

His head rolled back on his shoulders as his release spurted over her hand, striping her thighs and her high, rounded stomach. As soon as she let go Kristoff was dropping back to his knees, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her while his seed was still hot on her skin. 

It was Kristoff who found his cravat on the floor and used it to wipe away the evidence of their encounter, before tugging her dress back into place. He didn't bother with his shirt, or their shoes, just scooped her up to carry her to the privacy of their room. Anna laid her head on his shoulder, admiring his profile all the way up the stairs. 

"Kristoff," she began, "was it--did you--" Anna fumbled over the words, and he paused on the landing to look at her. 

"What?"

"Was that...okay? I mean--" Anna blushed. "I was a little...bossy."

He chuckled and kissed her forehead. "It was more than okay, Anna." Kristoff started up the next flight of stairs, each step rocking her in his arms, lulling her. "I like giving you what you need," he said softly. "When you're telling me exactly what you want, it means I can give it to you. I liked that."

He nudged the door of their room open, setting her down on their bed, and she caught his wrist. 

"No more ambassadors," she mumbled, and yawned. "Not until after the baby."

He chuckled, lifting the crown from her tangled hair and setting it aside. "As you command, my queen."