#Sven seems like the guy who will just adopt you because he can

[orangeindivdual]

Update after watching the video:

290 siblings! Holy crap!

Moon and Sun being jelly of themselves in that universe is so real

The Creator's name is Sven? I always thought he was more of a Edward

Sven is kinda like Solar. The way he apologized to Sun and Moon for their Creator's actions like Solar did with Lunar

He is one of the "what if" characters that I hope and pray will be part of the main story line. Please keep him in, I beg

THE GODS HAVE FINALLY ANSWERED MY PRAYERS! LOOK AT HIM, LOOK AT THE BOY ASSHDHFJSHDDKDN

My Internet was down the entire day, but I was blessed with this when It came back up

Crappy doodle I made in my excitement

[justfrozenthings]

I Have Loved You Since Forever

Pairing: Anna/Kristoff

Rating: T (just to be safe)

Word: 2,641

Notes: This was just an idea that popped into my head so I figured I would write it because why not. Sorry for any grammar mistakes I have made because I know for a fact that there are some.

Summary: Church bells tolled for a wedding Kristoff has been dreading ever since he received the invitation in the mail.

He sat on a bench in the park absentmindedly running his fingers through Sven’s soft silky fur; the exact bench where he and a particular redhead would meet up to vent about all their troubles and get them off their chests. He remembered the many nights she had called, asking him to meet her at their place so that he could hold her as she cried. Sure, it usually meant getting out of bed at some ungodly hour, but damn he would do it for all eternity if it meant he could bring a smile to her beautiful freckled face. This time, however, instead of his ears being met with the heavenly sounds of her laugh; they were met with the sound of bells from the church nearby, sounding like death tolls with every breath that racked his body. 

There was a wedding being held today; one that he had been dreading ever since he received the white envelope decorated with intricate golden scrolls. 

 Today was the wedding of Anna Arendelle, his best friend and love of his life. Yeah, you heard it right, he, Kristoff Bjorgman, was deeply and utterly in love with his childhood best friend. The friend he had told that he was unable to make it to her wedding during one of their daily park bench meetings. He could still hear the pain of her voice in his head.

 “And why not?” Anna said sternly, trying to hold back the swell of tears in her eyes. He hated that he was the cause of them. “Don’t you want me to be happy?” 

“Anna you know I do but-”

“Then come. Please Kristoff,” she croaked. “It wouldn’t be the same without you there.”

 He stared down at his feet before he gave a deep sigh and stared back into her beautiful blue orbs again. She was wearing the pink beanie that he had gotten her one year for Christmas, and the matching scarf that came with it. Her button nose tinged with a light hue of red from the chilly autumn breeze that spread to her cheeks, her freckles looking like little stars twinkling in the night sky. “I’m sorry Anna, but I can’t.” And before she could say anything else he got up from his spot on the bench and left.

 He couldn’t bear to hear her sobs as he walked away and he wanted so much to turn back around and tell her he was sorry and that he loved her and that he would do anything to never make her cry like that again. But he couldn’t, because he didn’t want her to see the tears that had formed in his own eyes. 

 Kristoff hadn’t noticed, but those same tears that had formed in his eyes the night before came back to visit him. He blindly wiped them away with the sleeve of his old high school hoodie; the purple letters were faded out and hard to read. He had told her he couldn’t make it to save his own heart, but he ended up breaking hers in the process. 

Unable to last another minute on the bench any longer, he got up and whistled for Sven; who, at some point during his flashback, had trotted over to chase the frogs in the creek. He shoved his hands in his front pockets and walked with a slight hunch in his back from all the grief he was holding in as leaves of reds, oranges, and yellows danced and swirled around him. He needed to find solace, and there was only one other place he could do that.

 Bulda’s was the local cafe owned and run by Kristoff’s adoptive mother Bulda and was another place he and Anna often found themselves visiting. At the beginning of their friendship, Kristoff was too afraid to tell Anna that he had been adopted because he was worried that she would judge him. Anna was his only friend at the time, besides Sven, still is in fact, and he didn’t want to lose that friendship with her. She eventually found out through some people at school, though this wasn’t until they were seniors in high school, and when she had asked him about it he figured that there was no reason hiding it. As he readied himself to lose the only human friend he had ever had, Anna placed her hands on his and told him that there was nothing wrong with that. It was at that moment when he realized that he had fallen hard for the feisty redhead sitting next to him.

 Kristoff had smiled back at the memory; if only he had told her his feelings then maybe he wouldn’t be here wallowing in his own self-pity. 

Maybe coming here was a bad idea, he told himself mentally. But before he could leave, Bulda attacked him with a big bear hug. 

 “Hi Krissy!,” Bulda exclaimed as she planted dozens of little kisses on his face. 

He returned the hug causing him to smile only a little bit. It seemed no matter how dire or sorrowful the situation was, his mother always put a smile on his face. “Hey Ma’.” 

 Beulda unwound herself from her son’s embrace, “The usual I’m guessing?” 

“You got it.” He tried putting on the happiest tone he could muster, but it was no use. He knew she could see right through.

“Okay,” Bulda said, eyeing him cautiously. “I’ll be back in a jiff.” 

Not even five minutes later, Bulda had returned with a large slice of her famous Chocolate Eruption cake and a cup of hot cocoa with whip cream, chocolate drizzle, and chocolate shavings. It didn’t take long for Kristoff to notice that Bulda had only brought one fork. Usually, there were two, one for him and one for Anna. He had never been too much of a chocolate fanatic. He liked it just fine, but he’d choose something like vanilla over it any day. At least that had been true, he had realized before he met Anna. No matter what, he was always amazed by the amount of chocolate that such a small person could consume. It was impressive really, he wasn’t going to lie.

 “So,” Bulda sighed as he plopped down in the booth next to him. “What brings ya’ here?” 

“Well, I was in the park and decided to grab a bite to eat.” 

 “No,” Bulda shook her head. “What I mean is what are you here instead of at that church trying to stop that wedding?”

 Kristoff let out a frustrated sigh and buried his face in the palms of his hands before bringing one of them up to run through his golden locks. “Ma’ I can’t just go crash someone’s wedding just because I have feelings for them.” 

“Sure ya’ can. When it’s someone who loves ya’ back that is.” Noticing that her son was still not picking up on what she was saying Bulda continued. “Listen baby, I may be old and crazy but I know true love when I see it. And let me tell ya’ whatever Anna and that Hans guy have ain’t it.” 

Annoyed, Kristoff shoved a forkful of cake into his mouth. “What exactly is it that you're trying to say Ma’?” 

“I’m saying that Anna loves you and that you have a chance to win her over before it’s too late.” She rested her hand on his shoulder, “I know you love her Kristoff. And Anna loves you. Deny it as much as you like, but it’s the honest truth.” 

“What makes you so sure?” he asked, still not buying what his mother was saying. 

“Because I’ve seen the way she looks at you, and I’ve seen the way she looks at him. It’s not the same. She loves you Kristoff. She just needs help seeing it.” He stared at the cake, deep in thought as he ran his mother’s words through his head over and over. “And plus I’m never wrong,” Bulda winked before giving him a peck on the cheek and leaving to go wait on another table. 

He sat there contemplating what his mother told him as he watched cars pass by through the window. He knew it was crazy, but he had to try. If things went wrong? Well, then at least he gave it his best. At least she would know that he loved her. 

Quickly glancing at his watch, he sprinted out of the diner ignoring the honking horns and shouts of angry drivers as he made his way to the church. There wasn’t much time left.

Running up the steps of the church two at a time he burst through the two grand wooden doors. He couldn’t hear any music, which was a good thing he thought until he heard the priest prepare the couple for their “I do’s.” 

“I object!” Kristoff practically burst through the doors of the nave sprinting past the pews and up to where the young couple stood. 

“Kristoff? What are you doing here?” Anna’s brows were furrowed and a look of bewilderment spread across her freckle-painted face. 

Kristoff’s chest heaved up and down, his voice labored with heavy breaths that shook his entire body. “I’m sorry Anna. But I can’t let you marry him.” His honey-brown eyes bore into her glittery blue ones, a small twinkling of hope reflecting in them. “Not before I told you.”

“Told me what? Kristoff, what's gotten into you?” 

“Anna, there's something I need to tell you. I was too much of a coward to do it before and because of that, I missed my chance. So before you marry Hans I just need to let you know that I love you Anna Arendelle.” Gasps spread throughout the crowd and everyone sat there, mouth agape, including Anna. “If the feelings aren’t mutual then that’s fine. We’ll still be friends and nothing will change. I just had to finally get it off my chest.” 

Anna blinked, her shocked expression never left her face. “Kristoff I-”

However, before she could say anything Hans had stepped in between them, he looked at Kristoff like he was some kind of fool. “Gee thanks for stopping by buddy, but unfortunately for you, it was a waste of a trip. Now if you’d please kindly leave so I can marry my fiancée that would be greatly appreciated.” Hans gave him a pat on the shoulder.

“No.” 

Hans, who was currently heading back to his place next to Anna, turned on his heel. “What did you say?” Hans’s eyes shooting daggers into his. 

“I said no. I’m not leaving unless Anna says so.” 

This only seemed to make Hans angrier causing him to fist his hands. However, before he could lay a punch on Kristoff a streak of white ran past him. He was confused at what was going on at first, that was until he turned back to look at Kristoff, the scene before him sending him into total shock. 

Anna had run over to Kristoff and had meddled her lips with his. “I love you too Kristoff. Always have.” 

Hans shook with anger. In a flash, he grabbed a gun from the inside pocket of his tux and aimed it at Kristoff. Then, as if by some kind of miracle Sven came running in biting Hans on his rear end before he could pull the trigger. He cried out in pain, dropping the gun as he did so. 

Everyone was evacuated from the building as soon as the fiasco was over. Fortunately, one of Anna’s friends she had invited worked for the local police station who had called in asking them to send a deputy over with a car so they could bring Hans in for questioning. 

Wedding guests stood outside of the church conversing with one another as if nothing had ever happened, waiting to hear from Anna to see what was going to happen now that the wedding was obviously not going to continue.

“So,” Anna said from where her head sat on Kristoff’s shoulder. “Did you really mean it when you said you loved me?” She looked up to gaze at him, his eyes so welcoming and warm.

 He placed a kiss upon the crown of her head. “Every word.” 

“For how long?” 

 She smiled up at him and he had fallen in love with her all over again.“Since forever.” 

“Me too.” They held each other tighter, relishing in their moment of bliss. “I just can’t believe I was about to marry a complete psycho. I’m just lucky my true prince charming came and saved the day.” Kristoff only responded by stroking her hair, hoping that this would bring her some ease. “Everyone’s still here. What should I tell them? I’d hate to send them back home, I feel like I should give them something.” 

Kristoff tried to think of ideas. “Hmm…we could all go to mom’s cafe.” He nuzzled into the soft skin of her neck and a tiny giggle escaped her dainty pink lips.

“I’d love that.”

  ———

  2 Years Later

Church bells rang throughout the town, but this time they made Kristoff’s stomach swell with happiness instead of sorrow. 

As he stared at himself in the oak framed cheval mirror straightening his bow tie, he smiled at himself. He’d never been a tuxedo kind of guy, quite frankly he’d never been all that into dressing up in general. For today though, he would put up with it. 

While he was excited, he wouldn’t ignore the fact that a tinge of fear had somehow peeked its way through. There was no denying the butterflies in his stomach.

 A knock came from the door and Elsa, Anna’s older sister, peeked her head through once she got the “okay” that it was safe to enter. She asked him if he was ready before mussing up his hair a bit from its slicked-back style and adding any last-minute touches to his tux. “She always did say she preferred your hair when it was wild and free.” With that, she gave him a hug and left to go make sure everything was running smoothly. 

Glancing at himself in the mirror one more time and letting a nervous breath, he left to go take his place at the altar. Kristoff walked down the aisle, which had been decorated with sunflowers, lace, and cream-colored ribbons, each step feeling heavier with anxiousness and exhilaration. The sun hitting the stained glass windows cast colorful hues on the cherry wood pews filled with family and friends. And as the music began Kristoff felt his heart flutter.

There was a parade of bridesmaids and flower girls. Even Sven got to join in having the very important job of being the ring bearer, carrying both rings tied to a white ribbon around his collar.

Suddenly people stood from their seats and the long exciting wait was finally over. Anna turned the corner, arm in arm with Elsa, her bluebell eyes swelling with tears of happiness. Her wedding gown was simple, nothing too extravagant. Its sleeves were made of lace with intricate flower patterns showing off her creamy freckled arms. The dress reached the end of her knees and buttermilk yellow satin ribbon had been tied around her waist. Sunflowers and baby’s breath had been woven into her ginger locks, the sun’s glow giving it a halo effect. She looked like a redheaded goddess. 

She took his hands in hers, promising a vow of everlasting love. They slid their rings on one another’s fingers, thankful for there not being any kind of interruption. It was then, Kristoff realized, that confessing his love to Anna, two years prior, had been the best decision he would ever make in his life. Well, creating a child together from their love, who would be due in nine months time.

Ao3

[chibi-pix]

Okay, y’all! You know what time it is? Time for me to go over another “Chibi watches”! And we’re in season three of Voltron: Defender of the Universe! Due to how the episodes were numbered on the site I’m using, we pretty much leave off with others and we’re starting with episode 53. So, tonight’s watch consisted of episodes 53 through 60. A good start, if I do say so myself.  Now then! Let’s get the show on the road! With A dinner and a show? 

Episode 53.  Ah, Sven, I actually missed you a bit. Glad to know season three exists so you can be alive.  And Bandor, honey. Your voice seems a bit different. Less like a kazoo. But that happens and I don’t mind.  Ah, and Lotor. Didn’t miss you you son of a... well, I shouldn’t insult your mother... Ah, and pointing out that you’re royal blood. The only royal you are, Lotor, is a royal pain.  Tentacles grabbing the paladins. Hopefully they haven’t seen hentai to make them worry. 

Moving on to episode 54. “What a repulsive laugh you have, witch.” I feel like I should take offense to that because even I’ve had my moments of evil cackles. Scared the hell out of some of my classmates. Probably didn’t help with several classmates sure I was also a witch. 👀 “He wants to get rid of me? I can’t believe it!” Honey... didn’t he make it clear he didn’t like you in season one? You better believe it you bitch in denial.  A general? Who authorized this guy? And who thought it was a brilliant idea to take over the Voltron Force? Allura! Don’t be eager for this! Put him down! Get rid of the general! You don’t need him! Oh look, dancing! And Allura only seems to wanna dance with Coran. He must be like my grandpa at school dances when I was growing up. Many wanted to dance with him, too, classmates, teachers, and chaperones alike. But Grandpa is way better than Coran.  Um, moving on. Let’s see, Pussy Cat in the green lion and making Pidge crash. Ah! The general. “It’s not them, General. I’m afraid it’s you.” Yeah, you tell him, Coran. It’s the general’s fault the team isn’t doing so hot and they shouldn’t have listened to his orders to begin with. I know I wouldn’t have. But I have this bad habit of doing the exact opposite of what someone orders me to do. 

Episode 55 leads us over to a giant stompy robeast. Being turned into a kitty. Okay, it’s official. That would be my weakness and how someone would be able to trick me. I’m a sucker for cute kitties. Spoiler, all kitties are cute! I’m highly amused by the mice tricking Pidge just to get his apple. And then shock the poor boy. I feel sorry for him, but I’m highly amused. And they lead him to more trouble and to see a princess changing her clothes. Whoops! Aww! Pidge adopts the kitty! BUT! Noooo! It’s Haggar’s trick... Please. I just want Pidge to have a kitty he adores and who is good.... Okay, Pidge dressed as a chef is freaking adorable! And Lunch is a CATastrophe.  OH! Five mice! I only remember four from season one! There are five! I was hoping the Robeast would defy Haggar, wanting to be with Pidge. But. The mice were nice in the end, making a cake just for Pidge. And of course Pidge is precious and sweet, happy to share. 

Oh. I didn’t have notes for 56. I guess I got distracted with drawing. Oops! But I do at least remember part of the castle or whatever flooding and me commenting about home insurance with flood coverage. Okay, moving on.

Episode 57.  Zarkon: “You made me look like a fool!” Haggar: “That’s not hard.” Oh, I love the insults and burns. These guys are gonna need to invest in some aloe for those emotional burns.  Ah, and a mysterious guy lurking, watching the slaves. I had hope he’d be a good guy.  And I’m not disappointed. And! He’s a she! Hello lady! “You’re a very courageous woman.”  And pretty, too.” Oh Pidge. But I guess that’s to be expected of a severely honest kid with no brain to mouth filter.  “Things are going to get ugly.” “They always do when you show up.” The burns! I love them!

Episode 58 has given us the mean potion. So that really is a thing. What the quiznak?  But making a fish man. Dude, the monster fuckers probably had a field day with that one. “I never throw anything away if it can be useful.” Haggar, you sound a bit like a hoarder. And maybe me. Yeah... I suck at throwing things away, too.  Robot: “I hate pollen.” Me, too, buddy. Me too.  Okay, I’m liking this planet a bit. Strong pollen, sticky grass, it’s interesting. Of course, VLD Pidge would despise it. I wonder if I can find a way to reference this one in my VV/VLD au.  And Fishy man is awake and escaping! With the help of a jungle lady! Awesome! And the Garrison crew! I like that this season was made and able to show Garrison with Lion force instead of spliced from the two original source materials. Now they exist together. Awesome! And... fish man is jungle lady’s father? I did not see that coming.  And the music healing him. Music is always a grand thing!

Let’s move on over to episode 59. And Pidge being short. “Don’t tease him, Lance, he’s just a convenient take home size.” Yes. Wen many of us probably do want to take Pidge home. He’s adorable and huggable. He’s travel size for their convenience.  You know, I kinda like Commander Cossack. Not in a “I’m rooting for you” or “I hope you get a redemption and change” kind of way. But he’s amusing.  “Why does everyone pick on me?” Poor Cossack.

And we finish the night with episode 60!  And Cossack getting yelled at. I do feel a bit sorry for him. It’s amusing seeing Bandor signal Sven. And Sven overreacting, thinking Romelle’s in danger. You’re adorkable, Sven.  Ah! Prisoner is self conscious, not wanting to show his... wait... oh. You’re a bad guy. That was just a ruse. Clever.  Pussy Cat falling gave me Mufasa falling vibes. Minus the “long live the king” and a stampede, but still. The fall.  “Go ahead, make my day!” Bandor with a gun. I thought that line was just a meme! It’s real! Bandor! You’re bordering the same chaos energy Pidge is. I swear... And the masked guy was a robeast. I DEFINITELY did not see that coming. At least Pidge caught Bandor and Romelle when they were caught and all ended well.

Ah, this was a good start to season three of DotU. Don’t get me wrong, I liked the vehicle team, but I missed the lion team, too. Especially Pidge. I still love the chaos, explosive loving, snack munching, green boy of the team. 

Anyway! That’s it for the night! Until next time!

[generaldisdainn]

Four of a Kind

AO3 Link

Rating: MA (for eventual smut)

Summary:  After accepting a job as the head of marketing for a local animal shelter, Anna finds herself in a new city in need of a place to live. Luckily, 3 guys know just the place.

Previous chapter

Chapter 4

Kristoff was eating a bowl of cereal when his phone buzzed. It was the group chat: Loft Hoes.

“Isn’t that like, demeaning to women or something?” Kristoff had asked the group after Sven brought up the name for their loft group chat. It had been “loft bros” for as long as he could remember, but Sven proposed the change after Anna was added to the chat. “Besides, I’m not even a hoe!”

“I’m a hoe!” Sven proudly announced.

“I love it,” Anna exclaimed. “Let’s do it.” And so the name stuck.

Anna had sent a message to the group. “Hey, I left my laptop at home and I need it for work. :(((( Can someone plz plz plz bring it to me? It should be on the kitchen counter.”

Kristoff sighed and typed out a response.

“I got it.”

“!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 Thank you!!!!!” was Anna’s reply.

“Absolute legend,” Sven sent.

Kristoff ate the rest of his cereal, grabbed her laptop bag, and headed out to her work.

Anna sent him the address. She worked at an animal shelter just a few minutes downtown, so it wasn’t out of the way or anything. He was actually excited to see what her office was like. Maybe he would even catch a glimpse of her at work.

He walked in and was greeted by a gentle smile and a warm welcome from the receptionist.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“Hi, I just have something to drop off for Anna Arendelle.”

As soon as he said that, he heard his name being called. He looked up, and there was Anna, bounding down the steps that he assumed lead up to offices. She seemed so happy to see him. It made his heart swell.

“Oh my god, thank you! You’re such a lifesaver,” she cried, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him into a quick hug before grabbing the laptop from the table.

Kristoff was too shocked to do anything except melt into her just a bit. The hug was brief. He didn’t have time to hug her back, but he felt warmth and light for a moment before it quickly dissipated when she pulled away.

“Since you’re here, do you want to look around? We just got a new litter of puppies and they're so cute. You can see them if you want. I mean, only if you want to, I don’t want to force you or anything, especially if you have anything you need to do-”

“Calm down, feistypants,” he teased. “That sounds really nice.”

A week or so ago he probably would have declined her offer. He would have made up some excuse as to why he couldn’t stick around and head back home. But since he stopped trying so hard with her, he’d grown to enjoy her presence. He genuinely wanted her to show him around.

Anna grinned and bounced up on her toes. It was nice to see her in her element. At home she tended to second guess herself; seeing her here for the first time, she seemed more confident and self-assured than ever. He liked this side of her, he decided.

Anna headed into the main room and motioned for Kristoff to follow her. “Come on!”

She brought him out into a large room with little cages and pens where rescued cats sat and meowed at passersbys.

“These are all of our cats and kittens that are ready for adoption, but we have plenty more who still need shots and assessments and all that good stuff before they’re ready to be out here on the floor,” Anna explained. She leaned down and wagged her finger between the bars of one of the enclosures. A tiny kitten swatted at her playfully. “This guy’s my favorite. Don’t tell the others,” she joked.

Kristoff leaned down to take a look at the little kitten and smiled. He was sweet. His eyes were warm and friendly, with a hint of mischievous behind them. “I can see why you like him,” Kristoff agreed.

Anna led him back through a door marked ‘Employees Only’. “It’s okay, you’re with me,” she said with a smile when she noticed his slight hesitation. She brought him into a small room, and he was immediately greeted with small yaps and barks. Nails skidded on the linoleum as the puppies ran to see who was at the door.

“Hi, guys!” Anna cooed, getting down on her knees to pet the little babies. “These guys were found all alone in a box in the middle of a park. The mom never showed up, so we’ve been bottle feeding them and making sure they’re good and socialized, yes we have, yes we have!” she said, ruffling one of the puppies’ ears and speaking to it in a baby tone.

He joined Anna on the floor and laughed as one of the tiny puppies scampered up into his lap. Their knees were touching, and Kristoff tried to convince himself that he didn’t feel something between them.

“That one likes you,” Anna decided as the puppy began to lick his face.

Kristoff smiled at her statement and watched her as she threw a ball for the puppies. Her smile was radiant and her laugh sent a surge of warmth through his body.

At first, he thought she was only nice around him to secure her place in the loft. But he had soon come to realize that it wasn’t any sort of act. She was just a nice person. She brought home cookies from work and stopped by the store on the way home if she knew they were running low on something. She watered Ryder’s plants when he forgot (and he forgot a lot), let Sven sing as loudly as he wanted around the house, and was a better person to Kristoff than he thought he deserved.

Outside of his small circle of friends and family, Kristoff wasn’t used to “nice” for the sake of being nice. He was used to “nice” if someone wanted something from him or “nice” because people were scared of him. He was used to contempt. He was used to betrayal. But Anna was kind and thoughtful and sweet for all of the right reasons. He knew that as he watched the way her eyes lit up when he picked up one of the puppies and held it close to his chest.

“My family used to have a dog that looked like these guys,” Kristoff started suddenly.

Anna looked at him with kind eyes that urged him to continue.

“He was a good dog. I grew up with him. I don’t know why my parents didn’t get another dog after he died.”

Anna nodded thoughtfully. “My childhood pet was a cat. Poor thing- I used to chase her around with my sister. I thought she was mean, but I’d be pissed too if some toddler was always running after me. We both mellowed out when we got older, and soon she was, like, my best friend. I loved that cat so much.”

“Is that why you wanted to go into this kind of work?” Kristoff asked.

“I think so. That, and...” she hesitated, suddenly looking down toward the ground. Her nose scrunched in concentration.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” Kristoff offered, suddenly worried he had said something wrong.

“No, it’s okay,” she said, offering him an easy smile. “After we—my sister and I—moved away from our parents, that cat was always there for me. She slept with me and cuddled with me when I cried. I kinda realized how beautiful animals can be and how much they can mean to us.” Anna stroked one of the puppies thoughtfully as she continued. “I really love working with animals because...I feel like I’m giving animals a chance to be loved, and a chance to love people back.” She paused for a moment. “Sorry, that’s probably more than you wanted to know.”

“No, don’t be sorry. That’s a really nice story,” Kristoff said, unsure of what else to say.

“Thanks,” Her smile was soft and almost sad, but the look in her eyes swam with appreciation for his kind words. “What about you? Why did you go into construction?”

Kristoff laughed then. “I didn’t really seek out construction work, it just kinda happened. I needed a job out of high school and the pay was good, so I took it, and I’ve been in it ever since.”

Anna nodded. “That’s totally fair. You knew what you wanted and you went after it.”

Kristoff smiled. “Maybe you’re right.”

“I know I’m right. I’m right about everything,” she teased. She got to her feet.

“Wow, your modesty is inspiring,” he said, rising to stand as well and playfully nudging her.

“As much as I love this, I do have to get back to work,” Anna sighed. She seemed disappointed to be leaving him and he found himself feeling the same. “I’ll walk you out though?” She said it like a question.

“Yeah, that would be nice,” he replied.

He lingered in the lobby, not wanting to leave and wanting to hug her, to tell her how much he enjoyed her company and how he wanted to come back again sometime or maybe watch a movie in the loft tonight or-

“Thanks for my laptop,” she said, placing a hand on his arm and smiling earnestly at him. “And for seeing the puppies with me.”

“Are you kidding me? Thank you - those puppies were the highlight of my week.”

Anna laughed. “You can come back anytime and I’ll let you back there.”

Kristoff smiled. He hoped she meant it.

He felt soft and light as he walked out to his car, full of something that he hadn’t felt in a long time. He had the unmistakable feeling of butterflies in his stomach and the lingering feeling of her hand gently resting on his arm. Kristoff shut the door of his car and placed his head on the steering wheel. He was fucked.

[kristannarubbish]

A World in Color

[A/N] Hi Kristanna fandom! My name is Maeve. I haven’t written fanfic in years, but this somehow happened. This is a modern AU where when you lock eyes with your soulmate for the first time, the world goes from black and white to color! I really hope you all enjoy this and give it a read! Have a nice day!

Rated: T? (there’s some cursing and I have no clue how the rating system works)

WC: 2502

Pairing: Kristanna

Anna knew about how when you meet your soulmate, the world was supposed to turn to color. It was supposed to be vibrant and magical, like she had read in books. She had heard of colors like blue, which was supposedly the beautiful vivid color of the sky and green, which is what made forests so brilliant. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what these colors looked like. That’s what had made her feel so strange about her current situation. 

She had met Hans in her sophomore year of college. She was an early childhood education major and he was a business major. He was only there by formality because he knew his father could swing him an executive position at any major corporation that Isles Industries was friends with. His father insisted he must go to college first and find a suitable girlfriend to make a wife and have children with. He found that in Anna.

That was a long time ago now. Anna was older and was just finishing up her student teaching. Hans was off every night to some event or another and wasn’t getting home until late. This had made her feel wildly insecure. Why wouldn’t it? All of these young, pretty women near him, throwing themselves at him every night of the week. Anna often had to remind herself that they were hired to be there. But soon after remembering they would kill to be her nice shoes, living in a penthouse on the good side of town. Life was good. Settling down with a nice man was what she was supposed to do. Or those are the things she told herself to justify her black and white world.

“You make my world light up in all of the wonderful colors they are supposed to be Anna. Your eyes are a wonderful green and your hair a beautiful brown,” Hans had said to her with a bright smile on their third date five years ago. Are those the color of my hair and eyes? Anna thought. No one had ever told me what color they were before. 

Anna was nervous, but plastered on a bright smile, “You’ve made the world light up with color for me too.” She knew she was lying, but she couldn’t bring herself to tell the truth. What if the world was actually in color for him because of her? Maybe he is my soulmate, but the color thing just doesn’t work for me. Yeah, that sounds about right, she would convince herself night after night while lying in their lukewarm bed. Which is why we’re here, now. 

Anna had climbed into their king sized bed long before he came home, as she did most nights nowadays. Tonight she couldn’t seem to sleep, though. The sounds of horns honking out her window were just as loud as they normally were. The city lights just as bright, sparkling like diamonds out her window. She chopped it up to going back to school nerves, even it was only second graders and still two weeks away. This is what she thought until Hans came home. 

It was a tad before midnight, so he thought she was fast asleep. He stumbled in the door, immediately grabbing Anna’s heightened attention. He slowly but surely made his way to their shared bedroom, hanging onto the door frame when he got there. 

“Hans?” Anna asked turning on the bedside light and rushing towards him.

“Oh,” he burped and it stunk of vodka, “Anna! I’m so glad to see you.” Even when he was drunk he tried (and failed) to keep his business man like demeanor that he always had. She took his arm and guided him to their bed. She sat him on the edge and asked, “Are you alright?” Grabbing a now warm glass of water she kept on her nightstand to hand to him, he broke his failed economical tone and smiled brighter than she had possibly ever seen.

“I’m amazing babe,” he sneered, “the function tonight really helped with closing a deal!” His words remained slurred but she knew that when he came home like this, which seemed to be happening more and more often in recent months, that what he said was usually truthful.

Anna nodded and smiled softly, “Well, I’m happy for you.” He took long gulps of water and she lightly placed her head on his shoulder. She inhaled deeply and smelled something weird. Spice and, she sniffed again, roses. She never smelled like either of those things. Anna slowly realized the deal he closed had nothing to do with business. “Hans?” He looked over at her. “Did you do anything with anyone tonight?” Anna sat up to look at him, afraid of the answer.

It was almost as if those words had sobered him up, “Anna? What? No! Why would you think that?!” The disgust was laced in his voice was like the smell of another woman on his body.

She immediately fell into to the passive and submissive demeanor she always did when he raised his voice at her. “I’m sorry,” she said meekly. She got up to get back on her side of the bed. Hans stood up and scoffed at her. He began taking off his suit jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. Anna squinted at his neck, there was a mark near his collarbone.

Anna had never felt a rage like this before. It surged through her like nuclear acid. She tired to carefully piece the words she would use to pierce his heart but everything in her mind was going at a million miles per hour so all she could do was stand up and say, “What the hell Hans?!” 

He turned around quickly and looked at her as if she was a chicken with its head cut off. “Anna. Nothing happened, there were a few drinks spilled and that was it,” he rolled his eyes to turn back around. She marched over to him and pressed a warm finger on the mark on his collar bone. “Oh babe, this is nothing,” he said with a knowing tone, as if this had happened before.

“I- I am not some… some, some girl to be walked all over! I am no doormat!” Blood boiled in her veins while her voice was caught in her throat. Tears began to spill over her eyes and her face became red. She didn’t know what to be more angry about, him cheating or her not leaving him sooner, knowing her world being in black and white was no coincidence.

“Don’t kid yourself dear, you are the definition of doormat,” the words spat out of his mouth like daggers into her heart. She felt the world spinning around her. The entire world was crumbling around her.

Anna was at a loss for words, so she stumbled to her drawers to put on some jeans and give in to the voice telling her to get out of there. Truth is, she had been ignoring that voice for awhile. 

It was strange, he almost growled, feeling the perfect picturesque life he built falling to shambles. While she was struggling to put on pants, he got a grip on her arm, “Don’t you fucking dare Anna.” The grasp was tight and all knowing. Her big eyes flashed up at him, looking scared. For what, she didn’t know. Was she scared of him, her future or her own denial complex.

Before the grip could get any tighter, she freed herself with a slight scream. “Christ Anna! It’s like you want the neighbors to hear!” He barked, extremely frustrated.

“Oh let them hear Hans! Let them hear,” she raised her voice higher for the neighbors to hear this next part, “that you cheated on me! And that I actually care about it! Wow! Real shocker here! A woman actually cares about if her boyfriend is cheating on her or not!” While slipping on a pair of sneakers and grabbing her purse, Hans continued to scream obscenities at her. She slammed their front door in his face.

Wow. That felt good. She thought as she hit the button for the elevator and released a heavy sigh. It was a weight lifted off her chest- temporarily. Fuck. Now what do I do now? Anna looked out onto the streets as the warm August air danced in her face with people going to bars in tiny dresses with all their friends. A bar, yeah. I could use a drink. 

Anna walked into an old Irish pub with a melancholy air. Her blood has since cooled down, but started to feel very lost. She slid into a seat at a table for two. The bar was somewhat crowded, but a lot less than she thought it would be for midnight on a summer Friday. She ordered a glass of wine, trying to figure all of this out and if she knew one thing, she knew a super strong drink wouldn’t help. 

I’m such an idiot. It was probably nothing. Just another girl teasing him, trying to get in on his fortune. Well, as far as I’m concerned, she can have it. Anna scoffed at the thought. The bar slowly cleared out as the night wore on. People all around her getting too plastered to stay, or not plastered enough. I wonder if any of them are going to cheat on their significant other tonight. She shook her head, chasing the thought away with a sip of rose. 

Truth is, Kristoff noticed her the moment she came into the door. He had been sitting at the bar for hours. Sven was supposed to come and meet up with him around nine but, apparently Katherine couldn’t watch the baby on her own tonight. It boggled his mind that his friends were having entire human beings and here he was, glancing over his shoulder at the pretty girl sitting alone, who kept staring at her phone. Something about her was so magnetic and entrancing. What is she thinking about? Probably her husband. He checked her finger with a quick glance and no ring. Boyfriend? Probably. A girl like her would never settle for a guy like me. He turned back around with a heavy sigh, trying to see how many names of wines he could memorize from the menu.

Kristoff had always wondered about color. He grew up in a rural forest area with his adoptive family, with parents who had always told their children how marvelous the world would look to them once they found their soulmates. It boggled his mind even more once he moved to the city for a fresh start and he would hear whispers at subway stations about how red the paint of the metal beams were and how yellow the numbers on the brick had become. Red and yellow, he would think, shaking the thought away to stop thinking of any chance of him having a soulmate. He was beginning to think he was just someone who didn’t have one. 

Anna stared at the phone with intensity, deciding on what to say when she eventually had to call Hans back, after five missed calls, which relatively speaking, was a lowball for him. She kept stealing fast glances at the only man left at the bar. Well, the only one that wasn’t the old man who decided the “No Smoking” sign was simply a suggestion. He had mussed hair and seemed quite tall and muscular, even sitting down. She wondered how this scene would look in color. She smirked at his back after coming to the conclusion she was bordering on creepy. Her attention was drawn back to the black mirror staring back at her. With a swig of rose she opened her phone and cracked Hands number.

Anna sighed into the phone as it rang. Ring… ring… ring… She stared at the floor while still deciding what to say. 

Kristoff had now shifted his position so looking at her wouldn’t be a neck breaking situation. He was afraid she noticed the whiplash he was giving himself. He looked at the painting far behind her head so it wouldn’t seem as strange. Smoothness was never his strong point. 

Voicemail. Not surprised. Anna looked at her reflection in the somewhat shiny table as she began, “Hey, it’s me. Call me back when you get this. Or when you’ve got a minute, whatever is most convenient for you. We really need to talk.” She took a deep breath and paused to collect her words before they escaped her.

In that moment, Anna looked up and locked eyes with the rugged man at the bar. In a flash, a snap, a split moment, a life altering millisecond, the world flooded into color. Both Anna and Kristoff’s eyes went wide and mouths agape. Suddenly, the man’s tousled hair was a handsome light shade, that wasn’t a rich grey. His wide eyes were this brand new luxurious shade that matched the polished wood of the bar countertop she saw in her peripheral. Anna had never seen such color like that in someone’s face and she immediately knew she never wanted to see it anyone else’s. 

Kristoff did not break eye contact with the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and it wasn’t because she was the first girl he saw in color. Her eyes were this… this stunning color he had never seen before. He had heard the color of the ocean could be in a person's eyes, was that this was? Blue? In a moment, he understood why his mother and father had fawned so much over color. But Kristoff didn’t want to see it in the forest or the ocean, he wanted to see it in this girl’s face. He had no idea what anything else looked like but he knew that her eyes were better. 

Still in the midst of her life altering trance, Anna realized she was still on the phone. “Wait, you know what? Maybe just forget it. Because by the time you get this, my love will have gone,” she shakily clicked the all of a sudden bright, “end call” button. At a quick glance, Anna looked at herself in the dark phone screen. She didn’t know what the names of the colors of her hair and eyes were, but looked far too bright for her eyes to be green and hair to be brown. She couldn’t spend too long focusing on herself though as this man’s magnetic force drew her closer. 

Anna stood up slowly, using the now vividly colored table to help herself stand. She deliberately walked to the bar, not breaking eye contact with this beautiful stranger. He took her hand to help her onto the high bar stool. As their trance slowly faded away, they both began at the same time.

“An-” “Kris-” They both laughed shyly.

“Anna,” she said with a newfound clarity in her voice she hadn’t heard in over five years.

“Anna,” He got used to the feeling of that name in his mouth, he had a feeling it would be in there for longer than he could count, “Kristoff.”

“Kristoff,” Anna smiled and she went to shake his hand but realized his was still in hers, and it felt right. Her cheeks turned a flushed pink. “It’s great to meet you.”

“Y-You as well,” Kristoff stumbled, soon blushing as well, “So… color, huh?”

Anna smiled brightly, cheek to cheek, “Color.”

[chicagocityofclans]

Scorpius Getta → Jake Gyllenhaal → Vampire

→ Basic Information 

Age: 1378

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight 

Birthday: December 2nd

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius 

Religion: Satanism

→ His Personality Getta is practical and down to earth with strong ideas about how vampires should be in this new age. He is orderly, organized, systematic and controlled, and once committed there is no stopping him. Getta has a great capacity for loyalty and affection, considering vampire nature. Being a calm and methodical individual, Getta is mostly in control of his emotions. He rarely loses his temper, but has a great capacity for violence when pushed. Getta is courageous and a true survivor, he is the builder and the foundation of the Underground, and his hard work and values paid off; the Underground is booming and he has one of the largest seethes in America. It's also his ‘fuck you’ attitude that links up with his sucess. Getta is unconcerned about being viewed as ‘the bad guy’ and sees his actions as a means to an end. He is often secretive and can be somewhat of a trickster, but is honest and direct. He is headstrong, persistent and passionate. Getta downright refuses to accept authority and has a stubborn belief in himself and his dreams. 

→ His Personal Facts

Occupation: Master of Chicago Seethe 

Scars: None

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: Blood with Pepper and Business

Two Dislikes: Vampire Movies and Bananas 

Two Fears: Being Forced to Feed Off of Himself and Naked Zombie Grandmas 

Two Hobbies: Enhancing the Underground and Inventing 

Three Positive Traits: Innovative, Lively, Extremely Confident  

Three Negative Traits: Sassy, Maniacal, Disconnect 

→ His Connections

Parent Names:

Ulfrik Göransson (Father): Getta enjoyed his father and if he had been given the chance he would have changed him into a vampire.

Bon’Ginnever (Mother): Getta doesn’t remember much about his mother beside the fact that she had blonde hair and an unusual eye color. Bon’Ginnever died from an infection. He was sure it was over the loss of Aleigha, his little sister. She was never the same after and death took her months later.

Emmalee (Step-Mother): Getta didn’t approve of his father remarrying. Since Emmalee was around his age, Getta tried his best to ignore her to keep from showing her any disrespect and disappointing his father.

Sibling Names:

Eirikur Ulfrikson (Brother): Eirikur was born several years after Getta. Getta doesn’t remember much about Eirikur as a child but he remembers his little brother all grown up and being a ladies man. Eirikus died mysteriously in his sleep. Getta is now sure he must have caught an STD or something. 

Aleigha Ulfrikdotter (Sister): Just like Eirikur, Aleigha was born several years after her brothers. Getta was nearing his late teens when she was born. Sadly, Aleigha was sold off to pay their debts and Getta still has no idea what faith laid out for her.

Bryleigh Ulfrikson (Half-Brother): Getta was out of the castle when Bryleigh was born. Getta never had the chance to meet Bryleigh. He only knew his name and the random updates his father would send him.

Children Names:

Ulfric Scorpiusson (Son): Ulfric was named after Getta’s father, following the old Nordic practice, before hereditary surnames were introduced. Ulfric grew to be a spitting image of Getta’s father with the same attitude to follow it. That’s probably why they get along so well. Getta turned Ulfric, on his request, into a vampire on his 20th birthday. He is still alive and married with his own seethe in Sweden.

Bjorn Scorpiusson (Son): Bjorn was named after Solveig’s father, following the old Nordic practice, before hereditary surnames were introduced. Getta doesn’t know where Bjon got it from but he is absolutely unpredictable. He was well on his way to become a shadow vampire when Getta stepped in and killed him. Bjon was always Solveig favorite and Getta still mourns the both of them.

Kjersti Getta née Scorpiusdotter (Daughter): Kjersti was named after Solveig’s mother, following the old Nordic practice, before hereditary surnames were introduced. Kjersti was unexpected but wanted. Getta made sure she didn’t follow the same fate as Aleigha and kept her close. She was the 3rd person Getta changed and he doesn’t regret it. She now holds rank in his seethe.

Romantic Connections:

Solveig Pelledotter (Wife): Getta wasn’t in love with Solveig but at the time it was his duty to marry and continue his bloodline. After marriage, they became close friends. If given the chance, Getta was sure they would have eventually fallen in love. Solveig had taken her own life after Getta was changed.

Platonic Connections:

Alva Ebba Getta nee Garbo (Daughter-In-Law): Alva married Getta’s son Ulfric over a thousand years ago. At first he did not approve of her but thought a wedding would be good for overall morale. Over time Getta learned to love her as one of his own. Getta especially likes it when she puts his son in his place.

Geralt Getta (Son-In-Law/Progeny): Geralt was an orphan on the streets Getta fed from. Getta adopted Geralt and he was Getta's first vampiric progeny. Getta sees him more like a brother and best friend than a son, especially after Geralt married his daughter, Kjersti. 

Winona Fili (Progeny): Getta had originally turned Winona into a vampire for his son Bjon. He should have known better because the two hated each other. Frankly, after the way his son reacted Getta knew Winona deserved better. Getta still cannot accept that Winona is gone and is trying his hardest not to fall into a depression. Losing Winona was worse than losing a limb or death itself. Getta still expects her to be there when he turns around or wherever he gets a brilliant idea.  

Aleksander Mazur (Progeny): Getta found Aleksander when Aleksander was at his lowest on the streets of London. Aleksander tried to rob Getta and failed. Instead of killing him or turning him to the authorities, Getta fed him, gave him fresh clothes and offered him a new life as a vampire. They have a well built relationship that is not exactly a father and son type but close enough. 

Raphael Caron (Progeny): Getta saved Raphael's life. Raphael was dying from Leukemia when Getta gave his parents the terms and conditions of vampirism. Their relationship is stronger than ever nearly two centuries later. Getta enjoys Raphael’s creative side and allows him to use him as a test subject.

Fiona ‘Fi’ Marz (Progeny): Getta does not like sharing the story of how he found Fi but she has been with him since she was a 6 years old human. Getta held out on changing her into a vampire until she was mature enough. After living and dealing with Fi for centuries, nearly a millennium, Getta has turned from an overbearing father to a cool understanding brother and to a best friend. Getta can switch to whichever role she needs from him at the time without making it awkward.

Dan Prior (Vampire Son-In-Law): Getta couldn’t hate Dan if he tried nor can he blame Dan for Winona’s death. Dan's first few years were tough on Getta, he was the new master of his seethe, lost his closest companion and progeny, and had a suicidal baby vampire to watch over. Getta feels like Dan and Fili are the only things he has left of Winona. He has been better about separating them from her but something in him always feels like it's snapping when he does.  

Richard Fili (Vampire Grandson): Fili was changed by Winona many years ago. Getta has always been accepting of Fili and even fatherly at times. Getta puts up with Fili’s bullshit, only getting pissed if Fili messes up big time, and he knows that is enough to make Fili grateful and undeniably loyal. Fili seems to be the only one that has taken notice of Getta keeping himself busy and staring off into space since Winona’s death; Fili is worried for him but Getta isn’t ready to talk yet.

Audrey Ann Wallace (Vampire Granddaughter): Audrey was turned into a vampire by Garelt when Kjersti started mourning the loss of ever being a mother. Audrey reminds him a lot of Kjersti and can be mistaken as their biological child.

Petra Chak (Best Friend): Petra and Getta have an unlikely friendship. She had originally come to Chicago to take over Getta’s seethe for her own master but somehow Getta had won her over. Over the years they formed an unbreakable bond and Getta trusts Petra with his life and the lives of their entire seethe. 

Sadie McCoy (Good Friend): Sadie randomly showed up one day… Or at least Getta finally noticed her and was too ashamed to ask anyone who she was or where she came from. Sadie hung out with Winona and by default hung out with Getta. It didn’t take long for him to grow fond of her and to constantly want her around. She became his muse and little soldier girl. She took Winona’s death as hard as Fili, Dan and Getta’s other progeny.  

Morana ‘Ana’ Vickors (Old Friend): Ana was a part of Getta’s seethe before he became the seethe master. She saw the destruction their old seethe master caused and quickly jumped on his support train when he took over. Getta considers her a trusted and loyal friend. Getta is also close to Ana’s husband and daughter. 

Sven (Old Friend): Getta met Sven a few times in Europe and again in the New World. Sven was always a loner and some considered him to be a feared shadow vampire. It took Getta a while but he convinced Sven to join the seethe he was apart nearly 300 years ago. Sven came and went as he pleased but Getta is happy to see that lately Sven has been making a permanent home for himself in Chicago. 

Chiara Ricci (Friend): Getta knew Chiara’s adopted vampiric parents. When he asked them to come teach for them, he was aware that they had changed a woman to be their child but never figured it would be someone with Chiara’s personality. She makes Getta laugh and can retell stories about himself better than he can. 

Hostile Connections:

Nick and Ray Hamelin (Hate): Getta doesn’t hate easily nor does he have a vindictive streak but the Hamelin brothers live to test his restraint. Vampires are not widely liked among the mortal supernaturals and Getta understands that. What Getta doesn’t understand is why the rats are constantly trying to enter the closed section of the Underground or why the rats cannot leave them in peace. After the poisonous gas accident Nick and Ray attacked the Underground killing multiple orphaned and neonate vampires. Getta was tempted to retaliate but put the entire seethe needs ahead of his own. He and Petra have tried to explain that the closed section of the Underground is semi poisonous but their pleads have gone unheard. 

Pets:

None

→ History Scorpius Getta was born Göran-Skorpionen Ulfirkson. He changed his name to Scorpius Getta after he was changed into a vampire and a widower. He no longer wanted to associate with his human past and this was especially so after changing all of his biological children to vampires also. Getta travelled the world, finding those he bonded with or those he thought deserved another life and changing them. → The Present Getta plans on expanding the Undergrounds and opening an above ground full service Hotel made especially for vampires. The only thing holding him back are key features and trusted human or supernatural construction workers. The key features are shutters and windows that completely block out the sun which are currently out of reach. Getta has already begun employing witches and warlocks to help, and his dreams seem closer to reality. Getta plans on naming it Hotel Winona. 

[yumi-michiyo]

Tempo [1/?]

Rating: K+, may be subject to change later

Genre: Humour/Fluff/Slowburn

Pairing(s): Kristoff/Elsa (Kristelsa), some Kristoff/Anna (Kristanna)

Summary: Their pace varies; sometimes fast, sometimes slow, but always in harmony. Canon!AU, takes place immediately after the first movie.

Author's Notes: I wrote this series of drabbles years ago and only recently rediscovered them. Made a snap decision to clean them up for posting. Hope you enjoy! I will be posting the series on Tumblr here, and when it's finished, I'll put the complete collection on AO3 and FFdotnet.

One: Tempo Semplice — simple, regular speed, plainly

Kristoff cursed his luck. He was entirely too nice a guy; normally, that worked out well for him, but his luck had run out this time.

It had started when Anna had followed him out to the mountains “to see how Arendelle got its ice pre-Elsa”, as she had put it. He wasn’t expecting her to take so readily to the work that she wanted to spend the entire day on the ice lakes; indeed, Kristoff had made plans for the afternoon because he was so certain she would grow tired of it after an hour or so. 

“You’re serious?” he’d asked, mystified, as Anna swung the pick overhead.

“As serious as a heart attack,” she had said. 

Then she had asked a favour of him. A favour Kristoff found impossible to turn down, because:

One: His plans for the day were already shot, thanks to Anna;

Two: She was doing his share of the work (quite proficiently, he was forced to admit) and he was not needed on the ice;

Three: Elsa was alone. 

The last reason was mostly Anna’s, but he sympathised with her; it had only been a few months or so since the Thaw, but both sisters were still healing. Indeed, Anna had stuck to Elsa’s side like glue for the first month afterwards.

“I spent my childhood feeling lonely, but Elsa was alone ,” Anna explained to him once. “I may not be able to imagine what it was like for her, but I don’t want her to feel like that ever again.”

Kristoff didn’t quite understand it then; between the trolls and Sven, he’d never longed for company. He hoped he’d understand someday.  

And so, Kristoff waved goodbye to Anna (after promising to come back and pick her up before sunset) and headed back to Arendelle with Sven.

When he arrived at the castle, Kristoff realized – too late – that the hard part was actually asking Elsa (if he could find her first, of course). 

After all, one did not casually walk up to the reigning monarch of a kingdom and ask them out on a walk. 

“I do it all the time!” Anna would argue. It didn’t help Kristoff at all; Anna was a princess, and sister to the reigning monarch. She could prance naked through the castle hallways and no one would stop her – Kristoff clapped a hand to his suddenly red face.

Focus. Thinking wouldn’t help him now.

“Master Bjorgman?”

He could have cried in relief. “Kai,” he said. “Hi. Where’s Elsa – uh, Her Majesty the Queen?”

“In her study, as always.” The butler paused. “Shall I escort you there?”

“No! I mean, no, I’m fine, thank you.” Kai probably had butler things to do. He was the chief of the castle staff, after all. “But if you could just refresh my memory on how to get there…?”

“Of course, sir.” And he launched into a series of directions that utterly bewildered even Kristoff – who was himself guilty of giving directions using trees and boulders as landmarks (“Turn right at the rock shaped like a reindeer”). He was never gonna be able to identify a bust of King Aldhelm the Good, let alone remember to go up the staircase on the king’s left. There were probably ten staircases to choose from. 

Kai seemed to notice Kristoff’s complete confusion. “I could always show you the way…” he offered.

“It’s fine! I’m good!” And he set off jauntily down the corridor.

But it was not good. 

He was lost. He was so lost. It felt like hours since he’d started, and he’d met so many busts and portraits and statues of Elsa and Anna’s ancestors that it felt like he’d been adopted into the family. 

Kristoff turned a corner and squinted. He was fairly sure he’d seen that suit of armour before… 

“Great,” he said. “I’m lost.” Kristoff sat down at the base of the armour… 

… and something clanked threateningly overhead.

“Oh, carrots,” he said, as the suit of armour fell apart on him.

Kristoff waited until the dust had settled before attempting to dig his way out. It was slow-going; he was certain that the armour was centuries-old, like most of the things in the castle, and he really didn’t want to be the one explaining to Elsa what had happened to it.

He yelped when an icy wind tickled his cheek.

“Kristoff?”

“Your Maj – Elsa! Um, this is not what it looks like.” Kristoff yelped again when the wind lifted the armour – and him – and set them back on their feet. 

She looked as though she was trying very hard not to laugh. The back of his neck prickled with embarrassment – especially when her magic smoothed his hair back down as it passed. 

“No harm done, I’m sure you didn’t mean to dismantle Sir Hyvald,” Elsa said, giving the elbow of the armour a light pat. “I presume you were looking for someone else?”

“You, actually,” he blurted, and then cringed. 

“Me?” Elsa’s expression didn’t change.

“Yeah. Uhm, I was wondering if you’d want to go for a walk? Because the weather today is especially nice, and if we leave now we can make it up to the foothills of Grey Mountain, the view of Arendelle is breathtaking from there…” Kristoff now understood why Anna rambled so much; it was impossible not to do so when faced with Elsa’s full attention.  

Elsa frowned suddenly. “Where’s Anna? Isn’t she with you?”

“Oh. Long story short, I promised I’d show her how to harvest ice and it turned out that she’s better than me at it.” Kristoff chuckled self-consciously. “She insisted on me leaving her there for the day. And, uh… She also insisted on me keeping you company while she’s busy.”

Her brow had cleared once he’d explained Anna’s current whereabouts. “Oh, yes. I remember now, she told me last night. I was thinking that the castle was too quiet today.”

Kristoff gestured sheepishly at Sir Hyvald. “Not for long.”

“Don’t worry about it,” said Elsa, “Anna’s knocked him over plenty of times over the years. I’m certain that Sir Hyvald’s armour has taken more hits with him out of it than in.”

He laughed. “Knowing Anna, I can believe that.” 

She smiled back at him. “So, about this walk..?”

Belatedly, Kristoff realised that she hadn’t said yes or no. “Yeah, the walk. Only if you haven’t got anything important to do, of course… I mean, you’re a queen, and queens usually have heaps of things to do, like managing the kingdom…”

And maybe he was overthinking things, but Kristoff could have sworn that it was her turn to look sheepish. “No, I don’t have anything urgent that needs doing.”

“Great! Is that a yes, then?”

Elsa’s smile was wider, more natural this time; it made her look younger than she seemed – which Kristoff realised, was about his age. It was a terrifying thought – Elsa was responsible for the well-being of all these people while he could barely look after himself, Sven, and his sled. 

But then her smile faded at the edges. “I don’t know, Kristoff,” she said, seemingly folding in on herself, “I do have some letters to reply. They’ll pile up if I don’t clear them immediately.” 

“Elsa, wait.”

She paused. Her eyes were bluer than Anna’s; piercingly blue, the colour of the ice lakes in winter. 

Kristoff realised she was waiting for him to speak, but he had no arguments. Who was he to tell a queen that their leisure was more important than her work? Anna had always been good at that. Not him. “Just… I don’t have any good reasons why you should come outside with me, except that there’s a beautiful view of springtime Arendelle that I really want to share with you,” he said. 

Because now he understood what Anna had said, and he, too, didn’t want her to be alone anymore. 

A beat. A moment of time, frozen between them.

Then she smiled at him, her ice-blue eyes bright. “Okay,” she said.

[lukin08]

The Heart of the Matter- Chapter 1

Based off this adoption drabble here

A/N: Before we start, you should know that this is only happening because of @kristoffxannafanatic.  I loved this idea, but didn’t know what to do with it.  She came up with a whole story line I couldn’t resist and answered the “What comes next?” from the original drabble.  And guess what?  This chapter is hers.  I only edited it and made some updates (with her approval) and I think she did a wonderful job setting up the story.  Hope you enjoy this!

Rating: T (for talk of adoption and minor swearing)

Words: ~2300

Master Post

Uncomplicated.

That is the word Kristoff Bjorgman would use to describe himself.  He didn’t crave danger or drama. The only excitement he found exhilarating was playing hockey or watching it with his brother.  He liked a job well done, being alone and hiking in the trails in the state parks.  A vacation for him was roughing it with a tent and minimal supplies as far away from anyone as he could get.  The only thing he considered mildly interesting about himself was his background. With the exception of being adopted as a baby and having a different last name than his family, he would say he was the most boring person alive.

He was never interested in who his birth parents were, never looked up the meaning of the name Bjorgman or questioned his linage because he had no plans on having a family of his own.  Whatever was part of Kristoff that had made him so unwanted was best to let die with him.

He didn’t believe in most kinds of love anyway.  The concept was a fairy tale with stories of true love and happily ever after.  But what came after that?  In most cases, at least those he observed, it only lead to broken promises and heart ache.  Kristoff was perfectly content with his parents, Bulda and Cliff and his older brother, Sven.  He shared a bond with Sven, both orphaned and taken in by the most wonderful people that dared to love the undesired.  That love was unconditional and hard work.  That love he accepted.  

Kristoff was slow paced, calm and always thought everything through.  Never a leap before you think kind of person until…

The day Anna Arendelle came crashing into it.

Anna was everything Kristoff was never attracted to in other girls.  He dated, but it was always with women who were never serious about a relationship. Lovely girls, but like Kristoff, it was always more of a physical attraction and they would let the relationship fizzle out with both parties happy to go their own ways.

Anna was high energy, bubbly, passionate, happy and definitely a leap before you look type of person. She annoyed Kristoff beyond belief at first and quickly had him at his wits end.  But there was something about Anna that wouldn’t leave him alone. He couldn’t stop thinking about the feisty redhead no matter how hard he tried.  It drove him crazy because she was the opposite of everything he was or thought he wanted.  Kristoff resisted his attraction for weeks but there was no use.  He needed to get to know her.

He stumbled over his words when he asked her out, convinced she would try not to laugh at him and find a polite way to turn him down.  But when he looked down at her he was met with an excited face and exuberant ‘of course!’ From that moment on, he never looked back.  Kristoff’s life went from black and white to Technicolor.

Anna made him the happiest man alive. She introduced him to a life full of new and exciting experiences. She made him want to try everything and he found himself opening up more and more each day.  She also seemed fascinated with what he had to say and think.  Maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t as boring as he once thought.  With her, he pictured a life full of fun, adventure and a family of their own.

His mom couldn’t stop hugging Anna when they announced their engagement to his parents.  His dad told him how proud he was and Sven said he knew Kristoff had it in him and reminded him that he was one lucky guy to have found someone like Anna.  Then Bulda swept him up again into a tight embrace, amazingly strong for such a small woman.  She had always told him love would find him if he let it and he was grateful now that all his eye rolls and denials had been so wrong.

Anna loved being so welcomed into Kristoff’s family.  Her parents had died when she was a teenager and her sister lived so far away and it was so lonely all the time.  Kristoff’s family gave her back that sense of belonging.  Bulda was there for every part of planning the wedding, offering support and a motherly hand.  She was invited to every family dinner and holiday, with or without Kristoff, his mom would kid.  His family were the first ones there to help carry boxes in when Kristoff and Anna moved into their home.  Their love for her was unconditional.

Anna always knew Kristoff was adopted.  It was a conversation that had come up early in their relationship.  Anna understood how Kristoff felt about it, how he was happy with the family he had.  As much as she was curious about his background, she respected how he felt and didn’t push him to find out more.  But when they began to discuss trying to get pregnant, Anna’s curiosity got the best of her.  She started to ask Kristoff if he was interested in finding out who his birth parents were.  It seemed a natural part of the conversation.  Kristoff would listen to her talk, but always managed to change the subject whenever she pressed him more.  Eventually she let it drop.  

It wasn’t until Anna was 4 months pregnant that the subject came up again.  They were lying in bed and Kristoff was rubbing Anna’s small baby bump and singing to their baby.

“Are you scared?” Anna asked.

Kristoff stopped his singing.  “I’m terrified… you?”

Anna raised her arms up. “Of course I am!  We’re going to be responsible for a little human being! It’s amazing I can even take care of myself and now we have to keep a very small, very tiny person alive.”

Kristoff let out a belly laugh. “Stop! You’re going to be a great mom.”

Anna knew this was the perfect chance to bring up the subject again. Making sure to use all of her beguiling charms, she smiled wryly at him. “Kris, I think you’re going to be a natural at this.  Just you wait.”

He knew what she was up to. She only called him Kris when she was being seductive or wanted something. “The jury is still out on that.  I know what kind of dad Cliff is and I can only hope to be a fraction as good as him. But as far as natural… that will always be a mystery.”

“Maybe it doesn’t have to be.”

“Anna-“

“Don’t you want to know?”

Kristoff shrugged.  “They haven’t tried to find me. Why should I find them?”

Anna couldn’t believe his lack of interest. “What if they couldn’t?  What if it was an unavoidable decision and they are afraid to interfere in your life? What if it was a hard, sad decision they had to make and are waiting for you to be ready to reach out?”

He gave a grumbled “Hmph” and laid his head down on the pillow.

Anna wasn’t going to give up that easy.  She rolled over on her side, hooking and arm around his waist.  “Well, what if we do just the nationality portion of the DNA test? You don’t have to share it with anyone, but I think it could give us some useful information.  Then you’ll know your background!”

“We’ve already figured from my name that I’m of some Scandinavian country. Isn’t that enough?”

“That is only part of who you are.  And you have two parents.  That doesn’t mean that’s all there is to know.”

Kristoff rubbed his eyes with his plam.  “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

Anna lifted her head and gave him that smug look she always gave when she won an argument. “Nope.”

“Ugh.  I swear one day you’re going to be the death of me.”

Anna’s face turned serious. “Kris, it isn’t just for you but our daughter. You want what’s best for her don’t you?  This information will help her.  It’s something she should know.”

Kristoff quirked an eyebrow at her.  “A daughter?  Is there something you haven’t told me or an appointment I missed?”

Anna’s grin was back. “Nope.  I just know.”

Kristoff gave her that sexy growl Anna loved so much and he pulled her closer to him.  He started kissing her collarbone and slowly worked he way up her neck and along her jaw on his way up to her smug smile and kissed her deeply. He pulled his head back and looked at her.  “Okay. For the baby.  But only the nationality test.”

Anna returned his kiss with passion.  When they broke apart, she moved her lips to his ear and whispered.  ”You won’t regret it, Kris.”

“I’m going to hold you to that, babe.”  Kristoff titled Anna’s head back so he could kiss her again.

 Alexandra Elsa Bjorgman was born at 7:19 am weighing in at 7lbs 2oz and 19 inches long.

Kristoff cried the moment she was placed in his arms. He couldn’t believe how in love he was with her. She was only a few minutes old, how could he be so wrapped around her little finger already? He knew he was going to do everything in his power to be a great father.

That included accepting who he was by answering the email sent by his maternal aunt who found him from the DNA website database.  

It was easy to miss.  A tiny checkbox on the profile page you had to set up in order to get your DNA results. Anna hadn’t caught it and that small overlook made Kristoff’s results public.  It was how his aunt found him and it opened up a world of information.

His aunt’s name was Kathleen and she told him his mother’s name was Samantha. She had promised Samantha years ago before she died, that she would find him one day and tell him how much his mother loved him.  His aunt also had an unmatched drive for Kristoff to know what an amazing woman his mother was.  

As much as his mother wanted to keep him, she wanted what was best for her baby.  And what was best for him was giving him a family who could love and provide for him.  Her only request was for him to keep his first name because he was named after his grandfather who was willing to support his daughter even if she decided she wanted to keep her baby.  When Kristoff told his aunt his parents had also kept his last name that was on his original birth certificate, she was stunned.  It was a few days before she was able to email him back, telling him to thank his parents and that it would have meant so much to Samantha.

At first Kristoff was reluctant to tell Kathleen about Alex.  His mom encouraged him to share that with his aunt, but Kristoff still resisted.  It was Anna’s guidance that got him to change his mind.  “She’s family,” Anna said simply.  Kristoff relented and told Kathleen one of the reasons he was open to meeting his biological family was because he and his wife had just had a baby and he wanted to be able to share everything with her. He sent the email and attached a few pictures of Alex and a picture of the three of them for her to see.

Kathleen was overjoyed to be able to tell her sister’s story.  She said Samantha was so loving, caring and gentle. She had hoped that someday Kristoff would try to find out who his mother was and she had so much to share.  She told Kristoff that his grandparents had come from Norway and that Kathleen and Samantha were the first generation of Bjorgmans born in the US.  She told him stories about his grandparents and about the family history and suddenly there was a whole world beyond the data the DNA test had first given him.

He knew his mother had passed away from the beginning.  It was one of the first things Kathleen told him over email as if she was sending him a warning not to get his hopes up.  She had been gone for ten years and he accepted it.  But the more he learned about his mother, the more bittersweet it became.  He had more questions whenever he spoke with Kathleen.  Questions that she couldn’t answer and his mother held all the answers to. Kristoff found himself wondering what mundane thing he had been doing when he was eighteen on the day she died.

Kristoff asked about his father but his aunt, after some reluctance, admitted she didn’t know who he was. Samantha never told her, only saying once that he left as soon as she told him she was pregnant.  Kristoff could sense the bitterness in his aunt, so he dropped the subject. He had already found out so much and was surprised at how happy and fulfilled it made him.  It was enough for him.  He had a history that he could share with his daughter.  If Kathleen didn’t have the answers, the rest was a dead end anyway. And besides, he shouldn’t be wasting his thoughts on someone who clearly wanted no part of him.

Kathleen began sending random packages with pictures of Samantha, Kathleen, his grandparents- anything that she would come across.  He finally had a face to put to part of who he was.  Anna cried when she first saw a picture of Samantha, telling Kristoff how beautiful she was and how there was an uncanny resemblance between her and Alexandra.  Kristoff was happy to store these treasures away for Alex but there was a nagging question that he couldn’t shake.  Who was his father and did the son of a bitch leave a young woman in a bad situation without remorse?

[punkpoemprose]

December 17th- The Body Guard

I’m still plugging along guys. It might help if I wasn’t so dead set on writing thousands of words per fic, but here I am, esentially attempting to write a novel’s worth of fanfic. Haha, well better late than never I suppose. Really enjoyed writing this one!

Oneshot Universe: Modern AU/ Modern Princess Anna AU Rating: T (Teen and Up) for a brief mention of sex Length: 3044 Words

           Kristoff could see Anna imploding before his very eyes, but he kept his distance. All eyes were on her and if he stepped in now there would be questions, and he couldn’t let that happen. Questions meant more eyes on them. Rumors had already been quashed once in the last six months and the last thing he needed was for them to come up again. No one knew his name yet, and he needed to keep it that way. He was just a body guard, she was the crown Princess of a whole nation.

           Although he knew he couldn’t do anything, he was just waiting for an excuse to step in. He hoped the way his eyes were burning through Hans’s head was enough of an indication to the smarmy royal bastard that he was not wanted in the room. However he was never wanted and it never stopped him. He was too smart to step out of line enough to get banned from the castle, and without any threat of violence on his part, he was untouchable.

           It was all he could do to hide his balled up, shaking fists behind his back, and keep Sven at his side as Hans kissed Anna’s hand. He saw his lips move to mutter something to the red head, and she coolly replied something he couldn’t hear. He had no doubt it was something snarky, especially with the side eye it earned her from her sister.

          “That’s my girl,” Kristoff muttered under his breath as he readjusted his grip on Sven’s leash and watched as Hans walked over to the Queen. He was part of Anna’s official detail, but he still paid attention to the way in which Hans acted towards the Queen. He took his position as a royal guardsman seriously, far more seriously than his ceremonial sword, shoulder fringe, and floofy hat made him appear.

          He was the only K-9 handling member of the Royal guard to ever be given an official guard position over the heir apparent. Additionally he had recently been given a silent promotion to the head of the Princess’s guard. It was the only thing keeping him in line, and he knew he had been given the position to keep him from flying off the handle like he wished he could.

          He had grown up at Anna and Elsa’s side, an orphan adopted unofficially by the crown and taken under the wing of the castle’s resident kennel master and while that was hardly public knowledge, it had a lot to do with the reason he was so close to her. They had played together as children in the castle halls, and even though it wasn’t strictly “proper” Anna would often sneak down to the stables to help Kristoff with tending to the horses and hounds. He still remembered the heartbroken look in her eyes when he left the castle at eighteen. She had only been fifteen at the time, and even though she understood why he felt he had to leave home, she had been angry with him for leaving.

          He had been shocked when Queen Elsa took the throne, and he had been given a position on the royal guard. Of course he had already been in Arendelle’s military from the age of eighteen and supposed he should have expected it to happen when he returned home and accidentally stumbled into Anna, recently separated from her fiancé, much to the uproar of the public. He was one of the first people she had told about his drinking problem, and his interest in her for her crown, rather than for her personality. He had been her shoulder to cry on when she felt she couldn’t face her sister, let alone the public.

          He wasn’t sure how much Elsa had known about their relationship then, the way Anna had kissed him, and the way he had held her, knowing that she shouldn’t be in his arms at all. The way she had begged him to stay home, cried into his shirt, and told him things about the three years he had been gone that left him shaking with anger. It had only been a few weeks after that he had been called to serve on Anna’s guard, so he supposed that she had known about at least some of their closeness. If she didn’t then, she did by the second month, when a royal watcher had caught her holding his hand while in the stables and damage control had to be run to ensure the rumors and photos related to the event never made it out to the public.

          As of two months after the event, he was made her guard captain with Sven as his unofficial second in charge. He was a trained fighter, but Anna’s treats were making him into a chubby, lazy palace pup. This was his first week in charge, and he was already dying to kill a man just for looking at Anna wrong.

          From her body language, he could only assume she wanted to do the same. He kept his eye on her, as she shook more hands on the receiving line. She could handle herself and he knew it. It was unlikely there were any threats more than conversational insults that would need to be fended off. Four sets of security and a manicured guest list made him comfortable with such an assumption, but his unique relationship with Anna meant his concerns went deeper than that.

          When he saw a change in her body language, her shifting back, body going limp, he surged forward to meet her, Sven at his side when he caught her against his chest.

          A few people gasped, and the duchess whose hand Anna had been about to shake looked as though she were about to have a heart attack. Anna, however despite breathlessness said simply, “I’m feeling a bit faint.”

          Kristoff knew she wasn’t actually ill, he had seen her do this when they were children, and if it weren’t for the sake of proper manners, something that had been beaten into him for the past half year, he would have chided her on the spot. She held onto his arm as he righted her once more, and he knew that in a moment he would be leading her from the ballroom to her chambers.

          “Oh dear, it’s these dresses, terribly tight and warm,” the elderly duchess said as she patted Anna’s hand maternally, recovering rather quickly from the shock.

          She looked about ready to pull out a fan and personally ‘save’ the princess as Anna spoke up, looking ruefully to the rest of the receiving line and then back to the duchess, “You’ll have to excuse me, I’ve been feeling ill today,” she said, looking then towards Elsa, who despite a mild look of annoyance that was only noticeable to Kristoff and Anna, seemed more than willing to go along with her sister’s feigned illness.

          “Perhaps you should lie down Anna,” the blonde spoke, glancing to Kristoff and giving him a look that said everything he needed to know.

          “I think I will, thank you,” Anna said, then turning her attention to the duchess and those behind her in line, “If you’ll forgive my rudeness, I must take my leave.”

          The remainder of the line bowed and curtsied appropriately and Kristoff waved off the rest of his charges as they approached to assist him in escorting the princess to her room. One of the two female guards on Anna’s detail did follow however to keep up appearances as Kristoff had asked previously, and when the three walked from the room, she looked to Kristoff for instruction.

          “The princess won’t need any medical attention, will you Princess Anna?” Kristoff said addressing both ladies in his presence as the woman a year his elder pulled a walkie from a belt hidden by her formal coat.

          Anna shook her head, “I just need sleep, Captain Bjorgman will see to my care. You may guard my door however, if it pleases you,” she said, directly addressing the young woman.

          She bowed in response, and Kristoff muttered orders to her surreptitiously, “You are to stand by the door and tell anyone with questions that the Princess was simply overly warm. However within the half hour you can leave and tell the rest of the detail that they have an early night off. The princess will not be leaving her room tonight, and unless there is an emergency I’ll be her night guard. Is that clear?”

          “Yes sir!” the young woman replied, keeping a respectable distance behind Anna, Kristoff, and Sven as they ascended the castle’s stairs to the royal wing. She knew, as the entirety of the royal guard did, that Kristoff was involved with Anna. However because discretion was their policy, they didn’t speak of it, unless of course they were in the barracks without Kristoff, another guard captain, or god forbid the Commander. Then they spoke freely about how they imagined the Captain was shagging the Princess, but only to one another.

          When Kristoff was fairly certain they were out of earshot, he squeezed Anna’s arm a little tighter and whispered into her ear, “You can’t just fake illness because you want to be alone with me.”

          “I can do what I like,” Anna said smiling, “Don’t forget I outrank you Captain.”

          “Don’t pull rank with me,” he said back, hating how much he enjoyed hearing her call him Captain when she was misbehaving, “And you know Elsa will back me up and she outranks us all.”

          She sighed, “Just like when we were kids, you two never let me get away with anything.”

          “Because we don’t want anything to happen to you,” he reminded, though he could point out any of the millions of things he had let her get away with in the last week alone. He had the worst time denying her anything if it was in his power to grant, and he even allowed her requests far out of his power if he could stretch himself thin enough to find a way. It was always worth it to see her smile.

          “I couldn’t take the way he was staring at me,” she said as they reached her door and he let them both in, usual procedure of security sweep and leave be damned.

          “I couldn’t take the way he was staring at you either,” he admitted as the door swung closed behind them and Sven ran off through a nearby open door to the dog bed Anna had requested for him in her office.

          As soon as they glanced around to be certain they were alone, Anna’s mouth was on his. He closed his eyes and gave in, wrapping his arms around her gently and running one hand up and down her back gently.

          She squeezed him tightly as tears began to form in her eyes and her mouth opened for his tongue.

          He kissed her fiercely, one hand moving to her hair to cradle her as they kissed. He let her hands wander across his chest, untucking his dress shirt from his trousers beneath his formal jacket just to feel the warmth of his skin on her fingertips. He knew it would be a manner of moments before he would be pulling pins from her hair, placing her tiara on a bedside table, and unlacing her overly ornate gown.

          “I wish we could just uninvite him from everything,” She said as their lips parted and he wiped away her tears with the side of his hand, not caring that the mascara that came away with it was darkening his skin.

          “He can’t touch you Anna. He can say what he likes and he can shake your hand, but that’s all he’ll ever be able to do.”

          Anna sniffled and sighed, kissing his cheek, “I know, but just that look on his face.”

          “That look might say that he had you once, but it’s nothing compared to the way he stares and knows he’ll never be able to have you again,” he interrupted pulling her in tighter than he had before, “He knows that you won, and no matter what he does he’ll die one day with the memory of how badly he lost to you.”

          “You make love sound like a battlefield,” she said softly, “with winners and losers and death.”

          He pressed a kiss to her forehead, “Maybe it is, but I’m just as soldier, so I guess I’ll never know.”

          With that she caught his lips with hers for another kiss and wriggled out of his touch in order to walk towards her bed, “The soldier that my sister is trying to promote high enough to be allowed to marry a Princess,” she said with a blush as she collapsed onto her mattress.

          “Marry?” he asked, cheeks red, suddenly embarrassed. The last time that they had spoken of marriage was when he left the castle at eighteen, when she had tried to talk him into staying, when she had offered him every royal title she could imagine, when she had begged him to become her husband if only to stay by her side.

          She hadn’t known much about love back then, but now that she did, throwing around a word like marriage meant a lot more.

          “Yeah,” Anna said, although she felt like she had already said too much, after all it had been a bit less than a half a year since he had come home, and even though they had been together since the first night, they weren’t even officially dating. She had never fallen out of love with him though, even when Hans had been her fiancé, she had never given up the dream she’d had since thirteen, to marry her childhood best friend even if it seemed impossible.

          “Is that… is that even possible?” he asked, mind racing almost as fast as his heart. He was a commoner, an orphan, his only title was from his association with the military, and through that the crown.

          “Yes,” Anna said, blushing crimson, “But only if you want to. Technically we could right now, even if you were just taking care of the horses and hounds like when we were kids. Royals can marry commoners, it’s been done. However there’d be a bit less of a fuss if you were a high ranking officer.”

          “You mean like the captain of the heir apparent’s guard,” he said, looking at her, hoping that she wasn’t confusing his shock for any kind of upsetness or rejection.

          “Exactly like that, though there’ll be some people being upset given you’ve been given a lot of access to me and my chambers without supervision. But it’s the twenty-first century and Elsa and I have agreed that they’ll just have to get over it. I’m not marrying for power ever again. I’ve been given express permission to marry for love.”

          They were both blushing when Kristoff came to sit beside her on her bed, his fingers moving to free her hair from the pins that held it up into a perfectly styled braids and bun combination.

          She sighed as his fingers pulled out the pins that made her head hurt. When he removed them all and set her tiara aside, she melted into him. He hadn’t said anything else about marriage, but she knew that he got quiet when he was thinking. She practically moaned when his fingers gently massaged her scalp, chasing away the last of the soreness she felt from her hair being tugged on.

          He unlaced the back of her dress as she unbuttoned his jacket and undershirt. Despite the years she had been Princess and the years he had spent in the military neither cared to be dressed in their formal clothes when they could help it. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt below the other layers he removed with her help, and when she slid off her gown she wore a camisole and a tight pair of shorts. Though they had seen each other naked, they more often preferred to lie together in her bed in their underclothes. Contrary to palace chatter, they had yet to sleep together, but neither had said that they were unwilling, it was more that they were happy to be together without adding that element to their relationship quite yet. Kristoff knew that a day would come where that would occur, but it hadn’t yet, and it wasn’t tonight.

          Laying back on the bed, unbuckling his belt, saber, gun, walkie talkie and all, he laid it on her nightstand beside her crown. She unbuttoned his pants and slid them off, tugging her dress off and letting it crumple onto the floor beside his layers. When she fell back into his arms with ease, he pulled them both into the center of the fluffy duvet and she put her head on his chest, ignoring the pillows that surrounded her.

          They reclined together and shared kisses and caresses in quiet as she calmed and melted into him, letting her body be surrounded by his.

          “You know I’d like that one day.”

          Anna smiled into his shirt and cuddled into his side, saying nothing. He already knew that she was thrilled, and yet unsurprised. Her eyes fell shut, her ear against his heart. She knew that he would take care of her for the night, and for the rest of their lives. She didn’t need to be married to him to know that he loved her. She had known that since he had kissed her the night before he left for basic training. The way he had asked her first, and the way he had almost stayed after seeing her cry.

          It all felt so long ago, but the way he held her told her that they had picked up where they had left off, and that one day soon, they were going to move even further forward.

          When she fell asleep in his arms, he let his eyes close too. He knew he should stay awake to watch over her, but anyone that wanted to get to her would have to get through him first, his body wrapped around hers, keeping her warm and safe.

[christineesovoloff]

Running towards rejection

Disclaimer - I had, in my opinion, a bit of an abnormal, normal childhood. It certainly wasn’t terrible by any means ... I don’t want to give anyone the wrong idea ... but there were definitely some aspects of it that were unique. Now whether these stories of my childhood and youth are worth telling, well that’s a matter of opinion I suppose, but I figured I would give it a go here. So grab a glass of wine, maybe two, and enjoy. We’ll call this Chapter 1.

My father’s name was Delbert. Not a great name if you ask me, I would have liked my father to have a cooler name ... but, what are ya going to do?! 

His name is one of the handful of things I know about him. Like a really small handful. Among the others - he worked in construction, had a dog named Pierre, a son that I will call Sven (needed to follow Delbert with something with a little more flair), and was predeceased by his parents.

I learned most of this from his obituary which my mother found online when she googled his name nearly a year after his death.

My father was, more or less, completely absent from my life. I’m sure you had gathered that already. 

I say ‘more or less’ because I did meet him a few times throughout my childhood and I even have some memories of him ... he wore brown snap-up shirts, called me ‘hun’, bought me a life-size barbie head that I could paint make-up on, and had oreo ice-cream sandwiches in his freezer that he was gracious enough to share. 

It seems Delbert was not so much terrible man as he was a self-preserving man who had zero interest in being a father to me. 

Although that definitely stung a bit as I was growing up (Still does if I’m being honest. I was cute as a button, who wouldn’t want me?!), I think the part that bothers me the most is that Delbert kept me a secret from everyone in his life. 

Now when I say secret, I mean top secret. This guy went through 28 years of his life hiding the fact that he had a daughter. From everybody. (Gotta kind of respect his determination and can-do attitude, I suppose). Actually, in all reality, I came into the world completely hidden on both sides. Even my mother hid her pregnant belly behind baggy sweaters and a haze of cigarette smoke.

Perhaps I was the product of an affair, perhaps it was that Delbert was as old as the hills when I was conceived, I’m not exactly sure what went down, but all I know is that neither of my parents were too stoked to be expecting a child. So much so that they planned on no one ever finding out.

So after a top-secret pregnancy, I spent my first few weeks of life in foster care, awaiting my adoption, until my mother had a change of heart. (No surprise there, like I said, I was freaking adorable).

Delbert, however, never did have a change of heart and our relationship was nothing more than those few visits, and some birthday cards signed ‘Del’. 

So as you can imagine, when I found out he had died I was filled a variety of emotions - sadness for the relationship we never had, anger for how I had been treated, and excitement ... this was my chance! My chance to connect with the family I’d been robbed of. To be honest, I’d kind of always been waiting for this. If the bugger wanted to keep me a secret in life, not much I could do about it. But fat chance stopping me when you’re dead, bucko!

Now despite how that last sentence comes across, I’ve always had a ‘Pollyanna’ type view of the world and I guess I had kind of imagined that after the initial shock of everything subsided, that my new-found fam would be pretty stoked to have me. I figured we would have an awkward first meeting and then develop some sort of relationship based on the old ‘God works in mysterious ways’ or ‘hey, this is weird. Our dad is kind of a jerk, eh?!’  ...  You know, the usual things that you might discuss over a demolished turkey and some empty pie plates.

Well, turns out, that wasn’t how it all went down.

There was no conversation over turkey. No awkward meeting. No bonding over our anger. Not even anything cool or dramatic like what you might see on ‘Days Of Our Lives’ or ‘General Hospital’.

There was nothing but a letter from my Dad’s estate lawyer saying that everyone was very shocked to hear about me and did not wish to communicate. Ever.

To make things slightly more interesting (and I guess this part does kind of have a bit of soap opera drama to it.), he also said that I wasn’t necessarily missing out, that my half-brother is a ‘weird guy’  and ‘not someone he would want to meet in a dark alley’. 

Ummm, what?! 

Okay, not only was that super anticlimactic but I had waited years for this! I had fantasized about what this little interaction would look like ... and getting a vague rejection letter implying that my bro is a deranged criminal wasn’t it! 

Screw that crap!

I’m a freaking positive Polly-Anna and there is no way this was how this story was ending. 

Sure maybe he was a little rough around the edges but maybe he was just like the tough-as-nails biker type that was surly and terrifying but once you got to know him he’s just a big ball of gush. You know, like I’d have to tell my boyfriends “Don’t mind my brother, it took us years to find each other and he is just very protective of me.” And he’d say things like ‘If you hurt her I’ll kill you and they’ll never find the body.” .... and then we would all laugh and laugh together.

I was sure, with time, he would come around. After all, how could he not be curious?!

Well, I’d love to be able to tell you that that is the way it all worked out. I wish I could say that curiosity got the better of my surly (but gooey on the inside) brother and that we are now working on developing some sort of relationship.  I’d love to tell you that I’ve received answers and closure or even just a few simple things like a couple of photos and some medical history. But I can’t tell you any of that. I am still sitting here with a bunch of questions and a fair share of abandonment issues. 

Anticlimactic, right?! 

Anyway, I guess what I’ve come to realize is that sometimes in life, you don’t get the answers you want. Things don’t always wrap up nicely like they do at the end of a tv show, or have the dramatic flair of a soap opera episode, where you may find out that you have a sibling that you didn’t know about .... but you also find out that they are the town’s renowned neurosurgeon and heir to an empire! 

Sometimes, in real life, you just end up with uninterested, uninvolved fathers ... and brothers who follow suit. 

And that’s okay. I’ve made it this far without them; I’ll be just fine going forward. 

And who knows what the future holds. Perhaps my dad’s family will reach out some day, but I won’t be running across that meadow with arms outstretched for someone sprinting the other way.  

Besides, I’ve got my own family now. And I’ve got my friends. And wine. And chocolate. And writing.

Next up, Chapter 2 - my maternal family! (that’s where the drama really comes in ...)

[generaldisdainn]

Four of a Kind

AO3 link

Rating: MA

Summary: After accepting a job as the head of marketing for a local animal shelter, Anna finds herself in a new city in need of a place to live. Luckily, 3 guys know just the place.

Previous chapter

Chapter 6 (another reminder of the fic rating for this chapter!!!)

This whole fic has been written in collaboration with my friend happycap77 on ao3, and this is another one of his amazing chapters! <3 

“I think we make a pretty damn good team,” Ryder boasted.

Ryder and Anna both stepped back from the banner they had spent the better part of the afternoon on. The words “Adoption Day” were written in huge multicolored letters, followed by enough exclamation marks for a short novel. Several large and small illustrations of dogs and cats were dotted around and between the letters; Ryder was particularly proud of the one he drew poking out through the “O” of “Adoption.”

“Yeah, we do,” Anna agreed, holding up her hand for a high-five. Ryder obliged, making a satisfying slap that rang through the apartment’s common area.

“Thank you for helping me with this, Ryder. It really means a lot.”

“It’s no trouble at all. I’m happy to help you with creative stuff.”

“Yeah, but really. It wouldn’t have looked even half as good if it was just me doing this.”

“Don’t say that, the design was your idea!”

“Yeah, but actually being good at arts and crafts was yours.”

“Agree to disagree, then?”

“Sure, let’s go with that.”

They stood and admired their work for a bit in comfortable silence.

“It really does look good, though,” Ryder said.

“I can’t wait to show it to Kristoff,” Anna said eagerly. Ryder gave her a sideways look. “...And Sven,” Anna continued. “It’s just that...that Kristoff has visited me at work and Sven hasn’t yet, so...I don’t know, I think he might appreciate it more.”

Ryder turned his head back slowly, then checked the time on his phone. 4:30 PM. He looked back at Anna, and a shadow of a smirk appeared on his face. “Well, it’s a good thing he’ll be home soon.”

Anna shot a puzzled look Ryder’s way. “No, he...he always gets home a few minutes after 6:30 on Fridays.”

Ryder smiled. “Thought so.” He decided to take the scheme one step further. “It’s too bad Sven has to stay at the school late today, though.”

“Oh...yeah,” Anna said absent-mindedly, lost in the hope that Kristoff will show her his adorable, boyish smile when he sees the banner. She almost didn’t notice Sven walk through the door.

“Oh, wow, hi Sven!” Anna spun around to greet him. “I thought you-”

“Can’t talk, must eat,” Sven interrupted and headed straight for the fridge. “Y’all better not have eaten the last slice of pizza. Someone will die if-” He opened the door to find the slice still there in a plastic bag. He offered the two of them a sweet smile. “I never doubted you.”

“Bon appetit,” Ryder said. He turned to Anna, unable to contain his mischievous grin.

“What?” Anna asked, a nervous smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“Oh, nothing,” Ryder answered. “I just really think the shelter will love the banner.” He started to walk away. He paused, as a thought occurred to him. “Hey Sven, can we break into the liquor tonight?”

“Fine,” Sven said, a morsel of chewed pizza erupting from his mouth. “Leave me in peace.”

“Thanks, buddy,” Ryder said, and he walked off.

Anna remained perplexed by their interaction. First, he said Kristoff was coming home early, which she was certain he wasn’t. Then Sven walked through the door seconds after Ryder said he had to stay late. Was he really that unaware of his roommates’ schedules? The people he’d been living with for well over a year now? And why did he say “thought so”? Anna knew he was the most reserved of the four of them, but he seemed to be good friends with the two of them; she imagined he would at least know when they usually get home. Then again, she didn’t know when Sven was off work today--

Then it hit her like a bag of ice. Of course Ryder knew when the two of them were supposed to get home today. He wanted to see if she knew. That sneaky little bastard, Anna thought. She strode over to Ryder’s door and quickly rapped on it. “Ryder, can we talk?”

The door swung open a few moments later. “Yeah, of course. Come on in.”

She walked right past him, making sure to avoid Carlos the cactus, and sat down on his bed. The instant Ryder closed the door, she started talking.

“Look, Ryder, I don’t know what you think you know about how I feel about Kristoff, or why I knew when he was supposed to get home and not Sven or whatever, but it really felt like you were testing me out there and...well, I didn’t appreciate that.”

“Yeah, I was thinking about that. I’m sorry, I was just trying to have a little fun.”

“Okay. Apology accepted. But still, I want you to know that there’s nothing between Kristoff and me because that would be weird.”

“Anna, it’s-”

“And I really don’t want to make things weird, I mean I just got here—well, I didn’t just get here, but compared to you guys I’ve barely been living here at all and to just show up and start dating one of you would be, like, overstepping boundaries or something.”

“Okay, can I-”

“And also me knowing when he gets home doesn’t prove I’m into him, FYI, it just means I pay attention to people’s schedules, like you always water the bathroom plants every three days in the afternoon.”

“Anna, can I say something?”

“Yes, sorry, go ahead.”

“It’s okay if you’re into Kristoff.”

Anna’s eyebrows shot up before furrowing just above her nose. “I...um-”

“And I’ll let you in on a secret.” He leaned in a bit and spoke in softer tones. “I’m pretty sure Kristoff’s into you too.”

Anna wanted to smile from ear to ear, but she didn’t want to seem overexcited at hearing the news. Still, despite her best efforts, the corners of her mouth lifted ever so slightly upward. “...Oh.”

“Kristoff...he just acts differently around you. I don’t know about Sven, but I’ve certainly noticed that his whole demeanor changes from…” He paused, as though trying to find the right word. “...sulky and...and standoffish to uncharacteristically cheerful. You just have that effect on him. And I’ve never seen him get that way before, even with-” He cut himself off.

“With who?” Anna asked.

“Never mind, it doesn’t matter,” Ryder responded. “What does matter is that you’re bringing out a side of him that we haven’t seen in a while.”

Anna’s face reddened against her will. Did she actually have a chance to realize her fantasies? All of a sudden getting there seemed so easy. She swelled with anticipation.

“...Really?”

“Here’s my advice to you,” Ryder continued. “Show him that it’s working. I’m not going to give you details, but he’s had it rough. Sven and I, we do the best we can, but...to me at least, it seems like you’re exactly the kind of person he needs in his life right now.”

Every word Ryder said gave Anna a rush. She had no idea she meant that much to Kristoff. That, or he was scheming again, Anna thought. But he sounded sincere in everything that he said. She knew Ryder fairly well at this point, and she knew that he wouldn’t want to embarrass her.

“That, um...yeah, I’ll...I guess I’ll try,” Anna said.

“No pressure, Anna. If you don’t want to, you shouldn’t have to. But I just want to see you and Kristoff be happy, and I really think the best way to do that is for you to be together.”

“No, yeah, that definitely makes sense,” Anna murmured. “We’ll see what happens.”

“I guess we will.”

Anna stood up and turned to leave, but stopped to say one more thing. “Ryder, I’m...I’m actually kinda excited for tonight.” A smile touched her face.

Ryder laughed and returned her smile. “Me too. Now get outta here,” he teased.

Anna scurried out of Ryder’s room and shut the door behind her. She really was excited for tonight, but the excitement was bogged down by uncertainty. She knew almost for certain that Kristoff was a big softie underneath his stoic exterior, but she didn’t know if it was actually because of her or if it was just because she was getting to know him better.

There’s history you don’t know, Anna, she thought to herself. Don’t assume anything.

***

“Drink, bitches!” Sven shouted.

Drinking socially wasn’t something that Anma did often, but she was determined to venture beyond her comfort zone. It was already paying off; tonight, she discovered she had a taste for rum and coke.

Anna growled in protest. Sven never told her he was so good at quarters. Of the twenty-five turns they’d taken, he’d landed twelve quarters in the glass that sat in the center of the four of them. Ryder, who was on his team, had scored four times. Kristoff, who was on Anna’s team, had fared slightly better with a score of seven, and Anna had a score of...zero. Not to mention aiming at the glass was getting harder and harder with every swig she took.

Anna tried to stay as sober as possible by remembering how the evening started. She spent almost half an hour trying to pick out an outfit that she hoped Kristoff would think was cute. She settled on a floral-print tube top that exposed her midriff and the freckles on her shoulders, and a pair of denim cutoffs that were the tiniest bit too short. She checked herself out in the mirror and decided she looked hot, but also couldn’t help but feel self-conscious. Was she showing too much skin? Would it seem like she’s trying too hard? Would Kristoff even pay attention to her? What would Sven and Ryder think?

All the questions flew out of her head as she heard the front door slam. She opened her bedroom door to find Kristoff working his boots off of his feet.

“Welcome home, good sir,” Anna jokingly announced in a posh British accent.

“Thanks,” Kristoff responded absentmindedly. “Have you talked to Sven recently? He told me he wanted to get wasted tonight and I don’t think that’s a, um...uh…” His words trailed off as he looked up at Anna. A few more seconds, and he completely forgot what he wanted to say.

Anna relaxed. Her reservations about her outfit dissipated as she smiled and bit her lower lip. “Yeah, it was actually Ryder’s idea. I haven’t gotten drunk with you guys before and I think it would be fun!”

“Uh...yeah,” Kristoff forced out.

“Awesome!” Anna said. She turned around to walk back to her room. She could feel his eyes on her as she walked, but it didn’t seem creepy; rather, she had cast a line and he had taken the bait. “Let us know when you’re ready!”

“Uh...I gotta-” Kristoff was cut off by the slam of Anna’s bedroom door.

Anna never found out what he was thinking, but it must have been good because they were now sharing the large papasan chair, the curved sides of it encouraging the two occupants to be pressed up against each other. Though Kristoff hadn’t tried as hard with his outfit as she had; he wore a black V-neck tee that was a size too small and, Anna noticed, the same jeans he wore when he helped her with her dresser.

Maybe he did try , Anna thought. He does look sexy.

Kristoff looked at Anna every chance he got, though he tried to be discreet about it. Throughout the entire night his nose was inundated with the scent of her shampoo, the sweet strawberries-and-cream aroma to which he developed a Pavlovian response. His heart lifted and his blood rushed whenever he smelled it.

He watched her turn the quarter over in her fingers, trying to find the right angle, or the right technique, or the right whatever she was looking for to score her first point.

“Hurry it up, honey,” Sven said.

“Don’t listen to him, Anna, you got this,” Kristoff said. “I believe in you.”

Anna shot him a dirty look that couldn’t contain the smile behind it. “Don’t patronize me,” she said, enunciating clearly in an attempt to keep from slurring her words, mostly effectively.

“I’m not!” Kristoff’s smile broadened. “I really do believe in you!”

Getting a few drinks in him loosened Kristoff up without making him too loopy. He found himself feeling really happy having fun with friends, but mostly being this close to Anna. He couldn’t remember why he never let himself get this close before.

Anna squinted her eyes and curled her tongue up to her nose as she aimed and aimed again, before finally letting the quarter loose. It bounced off the table, spun in the air, seemed to hover there for a second or two...and landed in the cup with a satisfying clink .

“FUCK YES!!” Anna shouted as she shot her hands up in the air.

“Ah, Christ, Anna,” Kristoff said as he clapped his hand over his ear. Anna’s elation immediately turned to concern as she turned to lay her hands on Kristoff’s arm.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god, I’m so sorry, I was just really excited,” Anna said, tripping over the words. “Are you okay? Do you want me to kiss it?”

“Kiss the inside of my ear?” Kristoff laughed, causing Anna to burst into laughter. Her laugh wasn’t reserved or bubbly like the ones Kristoff couldn’t stand; it was loud and irregular, full of snorts and gasps. He loved it.

“Yeah, just limme git in ther-r-re,” Anna giggled, pursing her lips into a tight ring. Anna talking into and breathing on his ear sent a euphoric chill through his body.

“No, no, come on, Anna,” Kristoff said. “Let’s keep playing. Ryder, it’s your turn.”

“Um, uh, I’m actually out of quarters,” Ryder said. “I’m pretty sure that was all twenty-five.”

“Looks like we win!” Sven said. “Victory, Team...uh...Svyder? Ryden? Ren?”

“Aw, fuck you guys,” Kristoff said. “We’ll get you next time, right, Anna?”

“Pfffffft, no we won’t,” Anna said, laughing and flopping over onto Kristoff’s lap.

“Anna, come on,” Kristoff protested, trying to lift her off of him. “God, how are you…” No matter how he tried, she kept falling out of his hands and back onto his lap. “You’re like liquid! Stop!”

“I’m just happy-y-y-y,” Anna said, almost melodically. “I’m so glad I moved here, I love you guys.” She looked up at Kristoff, her eyes half-open and dreamy. “Even you, grumpy man,” she said, pitching her voice down as she spoke.

Kristoff didn’t know what to do. Here was Anna, inebriated and uninhibited, in the cutest outfit he’d ever seen her in, literally throwing herself at him. He knew what he wanted to do, but he didn’t think now was the right time.

“Anna, seriously, you’re drunk.”

“No I’m not!” Anna shouted as she sat up. “Watch! Z, Y, X, uh, V-”

“You couldn’t even make it three letters in!”

“No no no no no hold on hold on hold on, uh, Z, Y, X, W ,” she said, pointing a finger at Kristoff. “V, U, T...um…”

“Okay, Anna-”

“ S!! ” she shouted.

“Alright, we get it,” Kristoff responded. “You’re not that drunk.”

“Hey Sven, wanna try playing Halo drunk?” Ryder asked all of a sudden.

“What? Ryder, we’re-” Sven cut himself off when he turned to look at Ryder’s face. His head was cocked at a slight angle, eyes wide and lips pressed into a fine line. He shot a quick sideways glance at Kristoff and Anna before looking back at Sven.

“Oh. Uh, sure thing. I have to get another drink, though,” Sven answered.

“Okay, great, I’ll get it set up,” Ryder said and scurried off to his room. Sven followed shortly after, an unopened beer can in his hand. They were gone before either Anna or Kristoff had time to respond.

“Oh, alright, bye guys,” Kristoff said to no one in particular.

For a moment the two of them sat in silence. It was a comfortable silence, just as it usually was with them, but this silence in particular was charged with potential. Anything could happen from this moment, and it all depended on the two of them.

“So…” Anna finally broke the silence, “...what do you wanna do?”

Get you out of that adorable outfit, Kristoff thought. “Umm…” is what he said.

“We could...keep drinking, we could watch something, we could-”

“Oh, yeah, what’s that show you’re into right now? ‘Throne Games?’ ‘Throne...Battle?’ ‘Throne…’”

“‘Gilmore Girls?’”

“Yeah, that. We could watch that.” Kristoff started to stand up. “I’ll turn the-”

Anna grabbed his arm. “Kristoff...wait,” she said. He turned to look at her and saw her eyes, wide and heavy with emotion.

Kristoff sat back down. “...Yeah?”

“I just...I’m sorry if I come off strong sometimes, I know I can be overbearing, and our personalities are so different, I just, I don’t know, I just kept trying to get to know you better and I try to be nice around you, but I’m also loud a lot and I don’t know if you’re okay with that-”

“Anna.”

She looked up at his face. His bright, hazel eyes that bored into her own eyes. His gentle, soft smile that imprinted directly on her heart. Kristoff, she thought. She couldn’t think of anything else. Kristoff.

He opened his mouth to speak. “It’s oka-”

Before she could stop herself or even realize what she was doing, her mouth was pressed against his. He recoiled, pulling away from her.

“Anna!” he shouted, seemingly upset. In an instant, Anna sobered up.

“Oh my god, I didn’t--I don’t know--I’m so sorry-”

“Stop.” The world froze for the two of them.

This time, Kristoff couldn’t resist. I want this, he convinced himself. He laid his hands on the sides of her face, stroking the softness of her cheek and brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. He leaned in and kissed her. Anna tensed for a second, then relaxed, wrapping her arms around his neck. Pants and moans escaped their mouths as they kissed, tongues moving in to explore. They whispered each other’s names. Hands roamed to unexplored places. They couldn’t stop themselves.

Anna climbed on top of Kristoff, straddling his broad frame with her legs. She could feel the bulge in his pants straining against the denim. She pressed herself up against him and he moaned into her lips. His arms tightened their grip on her. She laid a hand on his arm and guided it down her back until his hand was on her ass, which he took a firm hold of. His mouth and tongue left trails of hot breath and gentle kisses on her neck and cheeks. She threw her head back and shuddered as he worked.

Without warning, Kristoff placed his other hand on Anna’s ass and lifted her into the air. A small cry escaped her lips as she wrapped her legs around his waist and giggled. “I’ve waited so long,” she breathed, before pressing her mouth to his again. Kristoff chuckled as he carried her into his bedroom and shut the door behind them.

 “Put me down,” Anna said, and Kristoff obeyed.

She wasted no time in pulling her top off, revealing her black strapless bra. Kristoff’s mouth went dry as he marveled at her.

“Take off your shirt,” Anna demanded, the deep, uncharacteristic rumble of her voice breaking him out of his trance.

Kristoff wordlessly complied, revealing his large and slightly chubby, but ultimately finely sculpted form that Anna had been dying to see. She ran eager hands up his sides, placing kisses on his firm chest.

She rushed to undo the button on Kristoff’s pants as he struggled to unlatch her bra. The two worked at each other, hands and fingers feverishly trying to get each other out of their clothes to reveal all they had been fantasizing about. As Anna’s bra fell away to reveal her perky, freckled breasts, a quiet “holy shit” escaped through Kristoff’s lips.

“Do you like them?” Anna asked, a twinge of self-consciousness in her voice.

“I love them,” Kristoff responded as he filled his hands with them. She moaned softly at the contact.

Anna tugged his pants down past his bulge, pulling his underwear with them, revealing his completely hard cock. “Oh my god,” she said. “This is really happening.”

“Should we-” Kristoff started to say.

“Don’t think,” Anna said, and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. Kristoff sucked air through his teeth as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and began stroking it. Kristoff responded by reaching down to her pussy and trailing a finger through her folds. He smiled into her lips as he heard the hitch of her breath when he touched her. She was sopping and eager.

“I need you inside me,” Anna said breathlessly after a moment. She couldn’t wait any longer.

“Turn around,” Kristoff directed. It was Anna’s turn to obey. She turned, braced herself against the wall, and presented herself to him.

Kristoff couldn’t believe what he was looking at. The freckles dotting her smooth and otherwise flawless skin, her orange hair seeming to glow in the otherwise dimly-lit room, her slim waist, her wide hips, her incredible ass, the lusty expression on her face as she looked back, impatiently awaiting him to enter her. There was no doubt in Kristoff’s mind anymore. She wanted him, and he wanted her.

Tonight, he would give himself to her.

Anna let out a gasp and Kristoff grunted as he slipped his cock inside of her. Anna’s head dropped as she pushed back against his cock, taking his entire length and pressing her ass to his hips. Kristoff threw his head back.

Kristoff’s rough, strong hands wrapped around Anna’s waist, gripping her tightly. He threw his hips forward and back, pulling her onto him with his hands. His pace was slow at first, but quickly became rapid as his lust grew exponentially stronger.

Anna reached between her legs with one hand to massage her clit. She felt victorious. This was the culmination of well over a month of waiting and turning hopes into actions. With every one of Kristoff's thrusts, she became more and more pleased with herself.

Kristoff grabbed Anna’s idle arm and pulled, forcing her upright and pressing more of her ass against his pelvis. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Kristoff breathed into her ear.

Anna moaned through a smile as a response to Kristoff. “Pull my hair,” she begged. Her head jerked back as he grabbed a handful of her wavy locks and tugged, forcing a moan out of her. With his other hand he cupped and massaged one of her breasts, pinching and caressing the nipple. Her moans arced and soared as Kristoff’s own moans deepened and lengthened.

Anna threw herself back against him, a satisfying slap ringing out every time their skin made contact. She felt him building up inside her, approaching his peak. The pulsing of his cock within her brought her closer to her own.

“Fuck, Anna, I’m gonna cum,” Kristoff moaned. “Where can I-”

“I’m on the pill. Cum inside me,” Anna said between breaths. “I’m almost there too.”

Anna’s legs began to shake. Kristoff’s vice-like grip grew tighter. Their moans grew more frequent and fiery, full of desire for each other, their unspoken promises becoming fulfilled. Kristoff called out her name and she shuddered against him.

She pressed herself up against Kristoff as much as she was able as she felt him release inside of her, the warm fluid erupting from his cock and filling her. Her walls closed and constricted around him, forcing out every last drop.

They fell in a heap on a pile of unwashed clothes. They were huffing and panting, content with each other, sitting in the glowing aftermath of their orgasms.

“Holy fuck,” Anna said.

“Yeah,” Kristoff responded. “I can’t believe we did that.”

“I can,” Anna said, climbing on top of him to offer a kiss.

Kristoff chuckled and kissed her back. He couldn’t lie to himself; he was happy. But there was still that speck of doubt, that modicum of guilt.

I’ll worry about it tomorrow, he thought. I’m happy now. I don’t want to ruin that.

They stayed with each other that night. They both remembered how wonderful it was to fall asleep next to someone.