MOONLIT REFLECTION: A KRISTANNA FANFIC
Hi there. Here’s one of my latest fanfics. Here’s the lineup:
Pairing: Anna and Kristoff
Rating: Teen (just in case)
Word count: not as long as some of my other ones.
It was after midnight on a spring night in the Kingdom of Arendelle. Besides the night guards of the palace, Anna was the only other person who was awake. Being careful not to wake her beloved husband, Kristoff, who was sleeping peacefully on his belly, she got out of bed and padded barefoot on the hardwood floor to the windowseat. She carefully got into the large windowseat and sat there, back against the window frame, looking out at the fjord and mountains.
They looked peaceful. She rested her hands on her swelling, six months pregnant belly, gently stroking. Her unborn baby kicked as she stroked. She was still in awe of the new life growing beneath her heart, a life that she and Kristoff had lovingly created together. She blushed, recalling quite vividly all the times that she had happily lost herself in Kristoff’s arms. He’d happily lost himself in her arms, too. She also recalled that their first meeting wasn’t romantic. In fact, they bickered a lot at first, but it was okay because that’s how they got to know, love, and accept each other and their various little quirks, like how she was less than graceful and how he wasn’t very sociable. She also liked that Kristoff had a hard time telling her how he felt, so he showed her. She loved that about her rugged, ice harvesting mountain man; her gentle giant.
Elsa had made changes, too. She was a fair, loving, and honest ruler, just like their father had been. Elsa had also more than made up for the thirteen years that she had shut Anna out. She had become a very wonderful big sister and a great sister-in-law to Kristoff. Anna was happy that her husband and her sister got along so beautifully. Stars twinkled in the deep indigo sky, the moon a soft, white crescent. As far as she knew, Prince Hans was still imprisoned in a dungeon somewhere in the Southern Isles. A little part of her mind feared the evil, power-hungry prince. She hoped he’d never get out of that dank, dark dungeon.
Her reverie was interrupted by heavy footsteps approaching her. Kristoff looked at her, still somewhat asleep. “Feistypants,” he said quietly, running a hand through his messy blond hair. “Can’t sleep?” “No,” she said. “Come join me, Cutie.” She scootched forward. He sat down, legs apart, back resting against the frame. She leaned back, her back against his chest. His large hands were softly splayed on her pregnant belly, softly stroking. His chin rested on the top of her head, her strawberry hair disheveled. Her hands rested on top of his. “A penny for your thoughts,” he asked. “Just been thinking about these last three years,” she said, lacing her small fingers through his large fingers. His bare chest was warm through the fabric of his pajama top that she was wearing, the fabric of his pajama bottoms warm against her bare legs. “Yeah. It’s been a whirlwind three years. The best part of it is that I met and married you.” “I’m so glad Elsa had had her breakdown. I’d never got the chance to meet you if she didn’t.”
Anna snuggled deeper into Kristoff’s embrace. He held her a little tighter. They looked out at the fjord. A fishing boat was heading out. “If someone asked me three years ago if I’d get married, I would’ve laughed,” Kristoff said quietly. “Now, I cannot even imagine my life without you, Anna. I love you, my sweet, clumsy princess.” “I thought I would’ve had to marry royalty,” Anna said, softly, her fingertips caressing the backs of his hands. “I’m glad I got you instead, my valiant reindeer king. I love you, Kristoff.” “I’m so glad that Hans turned out to be such a prick,” he said. “Imagine being married to him.” Anna cringed. “I would never know love then,” she said. “Hell, I’d probably be dead by now if I had married Hans. Anyway, you’re a much better man and a great husband. Not to mention, you’re a very passionate and considerate lover.” She blushed.
“You’re such an amazing woman and an awesome wife. You’re also a very bold and sweet lover.” He blushed then. The baby chose to kick again at that moment. “I’m still in awe over the fact that we made a baby,” he said. “I know,” she said. “It was bound to happen with all the times we’ve shown each other how much we love each other.” “What would you like? A boy? A girl? Me personally, I’ll be happy with a healthy baby but I’d like a girl first. One who looks like you, Anna.” She smiled. “I want a healthy baby, too. Personally, I’d like a boy first. One who looks like you, Kristoff.” They talked for a little while more. Anna had grown very quiet. Kristoff looked at her. She’d fallen asleep. Smiling, he stood up carefully, gathered her into his arms, carried her to their bed, and set her down into it. He climbed in beside her, cuddling her in a spooning position, one hand protectively placed on her belly. Her hand rested on his. The baby kicked again. They snuggled deeper in each other’s embrace, looking forward to the future but always reflecting on the past. As long as they were together, nothing else mattered.
