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

The One Time:Because He Loved Her

Kristoff thought of sunshine. He thought of warmth and life and water (which was strange since he always thought of ice). He thought of hopes and dreams and how forever could never be enough time to love the girl standing next to him, but he would sure try.

No one had ever given him much of anything, unless you counted slobbery seconds from Sven or moss blankets from his ma, but Anna had given him everything. He wasn't just talking about the sled (although that was beyond incredible). She'd given a melody to the beat of his heart. She'd given a reason for the breath in his lungs. She was his sun rising in the east and why the stars shone so bright and he loved her. She was better than ice. She was better than anything, and he felt dizzy when he thought about just how much she meant to him.

He could feel his love for her snap and spill into the cracks in his chest. He could feel it fill empty places he never knew he had until she came and tore down his defenses with her fearless smile. He could feel her, even when they weren't together, and it was the strangest most wonderful thing he'd ever known.

She didn't need him, but she wanted him. She could have anyone she chose, but she chose him. She could have said no when he sputtered out his desire to kiss her, but she didn't. The brush of her lips against his cheek was lightning through his system and he couldn't close to distance between them quickly enough.

Sweet, warm, and softer than he knew something could feel, this kiss was inspiration for ten thousand songs. This kiss was a thing that moved mountains and turned men immortal. This kiss was his question, his answer, his everything.

She was his everything, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

A/N: Short and sweet because Inevitable is dramatic and long. Thanks to all who have read, reviewed, and favorite this little series of fluff and silliness. I had a blast writing it and hope you had a good time reading. Special shout out to the anon/guest/users who have disabled private messaging that left reviews since I can't get back to you individually. You all rock.

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