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A/N : because Anna and Kristoff are my new black.

The Five Times Kristoff Wanted to Kiss Anna - and the One Time He Did

The First Time : Because He Wanted To Be Left Alone

He was exhausted.

He'd been bringing his latest shipment of ice down to the valley when the world grew cold. It was not a normal kind of cold. It was a dark, deep, frightening cold like he had never experienced. It was the kind of cold that turned summer into winter and now he was stuck with a sled full of ice blocks and everyone who had ordered them was up to their knees in snow. This sucked.

By the time he made it close to the base of the north mountain, he was frozen half way through. His clothes were crusted in snow and ice. The skin around his eyes burned from the cold. He couldn't feel anything below his knees. He was starving and needed a place to camp for the night. Because this was far from his normal situation, he was a little at a loss for what to do. So when the glow of lamps and smoke from a chimney peaked through the bleak darkness, he told Sven to beeline to it.

It surprised him when clambered in the door that he wasn't the only customer at the dinky supply stop. He hadn't seen any other rigs outside and the small woman at the counter wasn't dressed to be out in this cold. Kristoff may have taken the time to figure out just what she was doing here, but he didn't but he didn't because he was at least six different kinds of miserable and she was in his way. He just wanted the damn carrots. What was so difficult to understand about that?

Now she was talking to him. No – she was berating him with questions he had no interest in answering. He just wanted his stuff so he and Sven could go rest and figure out what was next, but she wouldn't shut up and the shop keeper, Oaken, was being so difficult that all he wanted to do was punch something. Then, somehow, he ended up back out in the snow with no carrots, no rope, and no patience.

By the time he got into semi-warmth of the barn, he was dead on his feet. It took untold effort to peel off the outer layer of snow soaked clothing, to unwrap the bindings that kept the snow out of his boots, to scrounge up enough food in his pack to make a decent dinner for himself and his companion. The hay was scratchy, but soft, against his back when he finally sat down. His fingers had thawed out enough now to play his lute, and that always made him feel better. It signaled that his day was over and he could relax.

At least that was what he thought.

She entered so quietly he startled at her voice. At first he thought it was that Oaken crook coming it throw him out of his shed, but he was surprised when he sees her slight silhouette in the doorframe. She was dressed more sensibly now, he noted, but he still resented her presence. This was his shed and he wasn't going to share it.

She was there to strike a bargain, but he wasn't the kind of guy who made deals and helped people. He had his own problems to work out, and besides he didn't take people places. Not even a cute lightweight trying to be tough. He was no tour guide, but then a bag slammed into his gut, and when he saw the contents he knew she wasn't going to be so easily dissuaded.

He thought about kissing her. He thought about going over to her, grabbing her around that tiny waist, and smashing his mouth against hers. It was clear she was still wet behind the ears, and one sound kiss from him would send her running in the other direction faster than anything else he had to throw at her. What better way to show that he wasn't someone to be trusted with alone than by taking advantage of her? Plus it would shut her up. This girl didn't seem to know how to shut up.

He was two seconds away from marching over to her and planting a big wet one on her when she hit him in the head with Sven's carrots and his reindeer friend groaned in excitement. He looked at his furry companion and knew that there was no way he was getting out of this one now. He'd done crazier things to get carrots for Sven than take a pint-sized princess up the side of a mountain in a blizzard in the dead of night. He couldn't think of any of those things right now, but he was sure they existed.

Then Kristoff, with a great deal of grumbling, took much more time than necessary to bundle up, prep the sleigh, and head out into the night. He spent the entire time thinking how much easier it would have been to just kiss her and get her out of his life forever.

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