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transforming into a steven universe poster for a second but i think about this specific scene a lot. steven is fourteen whole years old and convinced that his singular life's purpose is picking up everything his mom left behind. and the gutting thing is that He's Not Really Wrong. she did suicide-by-proxy through her kid because she couldn't keep up anymore. because she couldn't grow into a person that could. he made being a shonen protagonist his whole Everything and then he fixed the entire world in two count'em Two years and thats why su future is like that. 'was i only born out of necessity' well yeah. yeah you categorically were. you were born and then people immediately felt weird and horrible about it + were already expecting you to either Be Your Mom Literally or something greater. and you're two seconds old. then he fixes Everything so completely and well that it becomes very evident to him that His Story Ended At 14. if he thinks about how His Story Ended At 14 he will have a heart attack and die. and then his body will probably heal itself and he'll be fine because he cant have shit in beach city. they put a boy through psychological torment on cartoon network.gov. and we loved it
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Rating: M
Words: 2272
Pairing: Kristanna
Summary: When a new owner takes over the Arendelle Ice Breakers, Kristoff isn’t sure about his future with the team. That is, until a PR nightmare throws the newest member of the media team, who also just so happens to be the daughter of the new owner, right into his arms. Kristoff and Anna can’t even stand the interviews they have to do together… how on earth are they going to fix this mess? Hockey!AU.
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Notes: not particularly happy with this one but ready to move on lol... i hope that their dislike of one another bc of a misunderstanding is fine. :^) i realized i never really plotted the why but here we go i hope it’s FINE........
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Anna was waiting patiently outside the locker room, scrolling mindlessly through her phone when Sven jogged towards her, out of breath and flushed. “Hey, Anna.”
She smirked and waved, tucking her phone back into her jacket pocket before he continued.
“So, something came up.” Coming to a stop in front of her, he took in a deep breath and stood up straight, his hands pushing against his lower back. “I can’t do lunch today.”
Disappointed but understanding, Anna set her mind on going home and practicing alone. He’s been more than accommodating, it’s only fair that she not be upset about him canceling once. “Oh, well —“
“But!” He interrupted, grinning. “Kristoff is going to help you instead.”
“What? Oh,” Anna held her hands up in front of her chest, shaking them back and forth. She was certain her eyes were practically popping out of her head. “Oh, we can just reschedule it’s really fine, it’s…”
And then from behind her, a low and smooth voice. “Tell me how you really feel.”
Her lips pressed together, cutting off her rambling words, and she turned slowly to look up at Kristoff, freshly showered and staring down at her with a cocked eyebrow, his still damp hair falling in his eyes. “Oh…” She stood straighter, coughing quietly before continuing. “Hello.”
“Hello.” He shuffled uncomfortably, eyes darting between Sven and Anna before he shoved off the wall he was leaning on, and gestured over his shoulder. “Should we go?”
Anna flushed, glancing back at Sven with panic in her eyes, frustration growing as he only offered a sheepish grin in reply. He turned back to Kristoff, standing straighter as her eyebrows furrowed together. “You really, really don’t have to do —“
“It’s fine.” He ran a hand over his hair, shaking it out as he turned on his heel to walk out the back exit. “I’m starving. And I hear you’re buying.”
Taken aback at his boldness, Anna was frozen for a moment before she could even think to follow him. “Oh. If I’m paying…” She turned back to Sven quickly, offering her best why-did-you-do-this-to-me grimace, and then hurried down the hallway behind the goalie. “I definitely have a limit.”
A satisfied smile pulled at her mouth as he set his jaw, seeming to be holding back a smirk of his own. She waved back at Sven as he excused himself, and she could swear she heard him singing some jingle, but it was just as likely she was imagining it. “Back to the pub?” She asked, finally catching up to his long strides. He only nodded in reply.
Until he said “we can take my car.”
Anna flushed, pointed over towards her vehicle on the other side of the lot, ready to insist on taking different cars, but realized he was paying her no mind anyway and quickly followed closely behind. It was a simple Ford pickup, deep blue with silver trimmings, and Anna found herself surprised that he didn’t have something more expensive. It was… really nice, actually, that he didn’t buy something extravagant.
Not without effort, she managed to climb her way into the cab, and let out a huff of air as he chuckled, turning the engine over.
“Men who lift their trucks are clearly compensating for something,” she mumbled, more to herself than anything as she reached up and over to buckle herself in. When she looked back up, his eyes were trained on her, a smirk pulling at his lips. “What?”
His gaze ran down her body, making her blush before he shrugged. “Nothing.”
This was a bad idea. He was a bad idea.
The truck started up with a low rumble, and Anna couldn’t help but keep her eyes locked on his profile. He was focused, but drove smoothly, the wheel sliding slick between his fingers as it spun back to place. She could see him working his jaw, as if he was trying to come up with something to say. It still startled her slightly when he finally spoke.
“So…” He coughed once, easing himself into it. “What brought you here?” He mumbled, glancing over at her once before returning his eyes to the road.
Anna shouldn’t have been surprised, really, that that was all he could come up with. “... My father bought the team, and we all moved here.”
He coughed again, tense, but then shook his head with an uncomfortable laugh. “Right. I mean, you’re old enough to live on your own, right?”
Rolling her eyes, Anna slumped back against the door. “Not with a father like mine,” she muttered, her voice hardly above a whisper.
“What?”
“Nothing.” A sigh. “I do live on my own. Just wanted to stay close to family, I guess.”
Kristoff was clearly out of his element here, and she figured if he was giving it a shot, why couldn’t she? Anna had always prided herself on her ability to create small talk out of nothing. Sure, sometimes she probably just annoyed people into talking to her, but the end result was the same, right?
She tried a simple “are you from around here…?”
He stopped at a red light and squinted his eyes, trying to see the light through the high sun beaming through the windshield. “No.”
So he wasn’t trying that hard. Maybe something a little more engaging? “Why did you start playing hockey?”
His grip tightened on the wheel, and Anna bit at her lip as she watched him. It was almost as if he didn’t want her to know anything about him. As if he was dead-set on not revealing a single thing about himself. But then he let a soft, hardly audible answer slip out. “My dad played.”
Okay, they were getting somewhere now.
“It’s nice to have something in common with your parents, isn’t it?” She couldn’t relate, but that feeling was easy enough to fake. Just the opposite of how she really felt.
“Yup.”
And that was it. No more revealing answers would come from Kristoff. But she figured they were close enough, that she would try again when they got settled. Worst case, she’d try again after he had a few drinks in him.
When they finally got to the pub, they had sat in silence for a while. They ordered food and drinks, and sat across from one another, avoiding talking for as long as possible.
But Anna couldn’t take it anymore. “Okay, so…”
Kristoff’s brows shot up as he looked at her.
“We were going to go over penalties, today, and maybe a mock interview, so I could practice…?”
He seemed bored, disinterested, straight up annoyed to have to be here. But he had agreed to it, and Anna was going to make him help her even if it took all night.
Swallowing her own frustration, Anna bit at her bottom lip while trying to ignore the way his eyes dropped to her mouth and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. She was stupidly attracted to him, and it made her angry because he was a obviously a jerk .
“... But instead, maybe you could tell me specifics about being a goalie?”
Kristoff let out a breath of a laugh and shrugged. “I don’t know. You stop pucks.” He leaned back, stretched his arm across the back of the empty chair that sat between them, and shrugged. “That’s pretty much it.”
“Oh, come on. There’s clearly technique to it.” Anna was going to try , even if it killed her, to get him to have a conversation with her.
“... You want me to tell you all the ins and outs of being a goalie?” Now he seemed annoyed, as if she was asking too much of him.
“No…” Anna swallowed and slumped into her chair, biting at the nail on her thumb. A heavy silence fell between them again. What was she supposed to do? He clearly didn’t want anything to do with her. But they drove over together, so it seemed she was stuck.
But then she recalled that she didn’t ask him to come. He agreed to it without her involvement at all.
“Why did you even agree to this?” She wasn’t sure she wanted him to hear, and she could hear her voice dropping low as if to hide behind the noise in the restaurant.
But it still seemed to catch his attention. He sighed and cracked his neck before lifting one hand in the air, gesturing vaguely around them. “I promised Sven I’d try to be nice.”
Scoffing, Anna rolled her eyes and slid further down her seat. “You’re doing a great job.”
Kristoff rolled his eyes and leaned forward, laying his forearms on the table as his hands met in between them. “At least I’m here .”
“What good is that if you’re just going to ignore me and shut down any conversation?” Her voice was flat as she turned her attention to the other side of the pub, lifting the glass and tiny straw to her lips. She half expected him just to ignore her anyway, to continue on drinking his beer, pretending she hadn’t even spoken. But she could still feel his eyes burning into the side of her face.
Kristoff’s jaw was set as he stared her down, eyes narrowing. “Look, I just…” His hands moved to his lap, pressing down against his knees. “Why are you doing all of this?”
She continued to stare across the way, hoping to give him a taste of his own behavior. Why was she doing all of what ?
“You obviously don’t need to learn this stuff.”
That bothered her enough to make her turn back to face him. “Why do you say that?”
If he rolled his eyes one more time she thought they would stick there permanently.
“You just…” he gestured vaguely at the entirety of her, and scoffed under his breath. “You clearly get whatever you want. And they obviously won’t fire you if you suck.”
She swallowed thickly, sitting up higher in her chair. Anna could feel heat radiating off of her face, but hoped with everything in her that he couldn’t see it. He really didn’t know anything, did he? He didn’t know her , but he was acting like he did.
“I just think it’s shit that you got this job because of your daddy .”
Anna stood, then, smiling. She felt how it contorted her features, felt how wild she must have looked, with the chair pushed out a foot behind her, eyes wide and grin pulling tight at her cheeks. “Well,” she sighed, reaching behind her to grab her wallet and pull out some cash, leaving what she hoped was enough plus a generous tip on the table. . “Look at the time. I have to go tell my father how the team is doing.”
Ah, yes, there was the panic she wanted to see. “Wait, I —“
“I’ll make sure he knows what a good help you’ve been, Kristoff.”
And then she left, bag clutched between her fingers. She wouldn’t cry. She definitely would not cry. Not when she tripped on the curb on her way out. Not when he didn’t follow her to apologize. Not even when she remembered that he drove them there, so she had to find a way back to the rink that wouldn’t humiliate her.
She was good at not crying. She was good at pretending she was okay.
—
Anna skipped the rink for a couple of days. She had called Gerda, asking if she wouldn’t mind if Anna took a long weekend. There wasn’t much for her to do until pre-season anyway at this point, and Gerda seemed to be content with what Anna had already picked up, so she allowed it, just this once , she emphasized.
Sven had texted her, asking how lunch went. Assuming Kristoff had already told him about the disastrous attempt at bonding , Anna just sent back a shrugging emoji and left it at that. There was clearly no hope that Kristoff was ever going to be nice to her, and Anna was working on accepting that. She had always been used to being handed whatever she wanted, just like he said, but being disliked because of who her father was… that was a new one.
At least, in her head it was. Usually if people didn’t like her, they pretended they did until she was out of earshot. Up until now, she had thought she was okay with that.
In the end, Anna had almost felt bad for pretending she had any say in what her father did with the team, but the alarm that had rang through his eyes had been satisfying. Kristoff was wrong about her, there was no doubt in her mind. Maybe she had been handed a job, but she always took pride in her work, always made an effort to be the best she could be. If he gave her a chance , he would see it. If he spent half as much time paying attention as he did with his head up his ass, he’d be well aware that she was here, trying her best with what she was given.
She didn’t ask for this job. She would never ask to be given something she didn’t deserve.
Anna was going to put in the effort to make sure she did deserve this, in the end. She was going to prove that to everyone who ever thought she was just a spoiled girl.
