Just a small Kristanna oneshot
As sunlight crept in through the large window of their bedroom, Anna and Kristoff were still sleeping soundly. His colossal arm wrapped around her tiny body lovingly.
The heat radiating from his body against hers gave her a warm sensation all around her, until suddenly, he moved away and cold air replaced him.
Anna, still half asleep, peered over her shoulder to see Kristoff perched at the end of the bed, putting his baggy trousers on.
"What are you doing?" Anna asked drowsily, pulling the duvet up to her shoulders in an attempt to keep herself warm.
"Getting dressed." Kristoff replied, pulling his jumper over his bare chest.
"But why?" Anna moaned, more awake now, playfully kicking his side.
"Because, I have to go to work."
"But why?" She repeated, continuously whacking him with her foot.
He gently took her foot and began to tickle it making her squeal with laughter.
"I'll be back later." He said, planting a kiss on her forehead.
"But, I don't want you to go! Not yet anyway, it's still too early and I'm freezing!" She wailed, drooping her lower lip.
"Bye bye." He chuckled, rising up from the bed and walking towards the door.
"Wait Kristoff you can't go! I'm...I'm sick!" She hesitated.
"Sick?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes," she coughed unconvincingly, "I'm...sick." She dramatically fell into the pillow, her hand on her forehead.
"I'm so ill and cold! I need you to look after me!" She cried, wafting her arms all over the place.
"Oh really?" Kristoff smirked, folding his arms, "Well I'm afraid I have to go, but I can call the nurse if you're so terribly sick?"
Anna's eyes widened, not only did she know she'd get into a whole lot of trouble for wasting the nurse's time with a fake illness , but she also hated the guts of the woman. Even if the nurse knew she was pretending, she'd still make her drink the vile medicine just to teach her a lesson.
"No!" She cried out instantly, "I mean, I'm not that sick. Just sick enough for you to stay home and look after me." She said, looking up hopefully at him.
Kristoff gave out a loud sigh of defeat and kicked off his boots.
"Oh, alright." He walked over and clambered back into to the bed besides Anna.
"But you're explaining exactly why I had to miss work today."
Anna lay her head against his chest and closed her eyes.
"Kristoff, because you care about your poorly wife who has a terrible..." She paused to let out an unintentional rather harsh sneeze, "Cold." She finished, rubbing her tiny freckled coated nose.
"You ok?" He asked, looking at her, he knew she was faking it but she'd gone very pale all of a sudden.
"Fine...just the...cold!" She spluttered through a minor choking fit.
Kristoff patted her back and began to stroke it soothingly.
"Anna, you are a good actress." He joked, chuckling.
"Right Kristoff...I'm not...putting it on...any more!" She sniffled as she rubbed her nose once more.
"Any more?" He pretended to be surprised, "So you were faking?"
"No, well yes, but I'm really ill now so..." Anna stammered, resting her head back down on his chest. He stroked her messy strawberry blonde hair as she spluttered another cough.
He placed his hand against her forehead, she was burning up, but she was shivering viciously.
Now, she really did have a fever, he held her close keeping her warm.
Soon, Anna drifted back to drifted back to sleep, her pale face beaded with sweat.
Kristoff still held her close, placing a kiss on her forehead.
"Get better soon," He whispered.