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Chapter 3: Ice is my life!

"Don't be too loud, promise?"

Anna groans in response but obeys. "Promise."

Kristoff sighed as he turned back to unlatch the door and as he did, Anna suddenly pushed him off and kicked the door open, giving herself a warm welcome.

"Anna!"

"Love is an open dooooooor~!" she sang in a singsong voice as she began to skip inside his apartment arms swinging on her sides. Kristoff immediately rushed towards her, covering her mouth and muffling her breath with his fairly large hands.

"No singing!" he warned before glancing out the door and kicking it close. "I don't want Oaken to rant that I'm being too loud again!"

"But I like it loud!" she protested before plopping down his couch and setting both feet up the coffee table, neatly decorated with a pot of daisies in the center.

"Whoa, whoa. Hold up feisty pants," he said as he brushed her foot off the coffee table. "This is fresh lacquer, seriously were you raised in a barn?"

"No," she said as she crosses her arms over her chest, turning to him. "I was raised in a mansion with an overly protective sister, that is."

"I know, but what's up with the cheesy song just now?" he said as he began walking towards the kitchen. Kristoff's apartment was smaller, compared to Anna's. Though Anna did stay in one of the most expensive apartment due to her title, she did find his apartment comfortable.

"Oh, it was my motto with Hans when we were—you know, that," she emphasized by clasping her hands together and twiddling both slim index fingers with one another. "Now we're—" splitting both fingers apart. "—this now. Well, you know the story. I just kind of remembered i—"

"Heeey, how about some milk that'd go with your chocolate!" Kristoff thrusts up a cup of hot milk in both of Anna's hands, cutting her off with whatever she was going to say next. "You know, milk is the perfect combination that'd go with all those chocolate!" he plops down on the couch beside her. "You need milk for strong bones, plus it'd make you taller just look at you so small and petite you can really need a cup of—omphff!"

"You're blabbering, you dolt," she says with a raised eyebrow as she shoves her cup up his chest, cutting him.

She relaxes almost instantly as she cradles the cup in her hands, knowing that he's clearly avoiding the subject. She smiles reassuringly at him. She knew how much it affected Kristoff, being over protective over her, that is.

"Kristoff, it's okay. I've gotten over it a long time ago, really."

"Really?"

"Really," she takes a slow sip. "I'm fine. Always have been."

"I just don't want to reminisce bad memories from the past, you know that," he admits as Anna turns her head to fix her gaze at him, now blushing and running his fingers through his hair. "Especially with him."

It took a while before Anna gave him a response, silence in the air. He glances at her, seeing her face had twisted into grimace though soon relaxed. Sven jumps into the picture.

"Whoa, down boy," Kristoff brushed him off his jacket, not wanting it to get stained with his dog's saliva. Anna's eyes shone.

"Sven!" she cheered as the dog threw himself at her. "D'awww I missed you too!"

"He's really healthy, especially with all the carrots I feed him."

Anna gasped before turning to Sven. "Did the big mean barista torture you by feeding you all those monstrous orange sticks? It must've been horror, Sven. Don't worry, momma Anna is here now," she said in pouted lips, small cartoon voice as if talking to a child.

"Don't talk to him like that," he says, eyes twitching. "And he likes carrots, okay."

She pats the dog's head as she glances straight ahead of her before gasping.

"What?"

Anna suddenly stood, putting the cup atop the coffee table as she jumped towards the wall. Eyes wide with awe as she stared at the pictures that hung in the mundane colored walls of his apartment.

"Is this you?!"

"Y-yeah," he said, embarrassed. "Most of the pictures got lost when my old man and I kept moving from one place to another, that's all I could find."

"You look like your dad," she said turning to him to point at one of the photos. It was young Kristoff out in the field with his father, harvesting ice.

"Yeah, I guess. Most people say that, too. But I don't see the resemblance."

"Nonsense! Look, blonde, big nose, gruff, scary lookin', the only thing you need now Kristoff is a beard and voila! You're a complete duplicate of your old man," she says as she turns her head back at him, beaming.

"You really had to emphasize on the nose and scary looking part, huh?"

"Of course," she trots back down the couch and sits next to him. Turning her head again, she sees stacks of trophies piled on top of the bookshelf. "Whoa, those all yours?"

"Yeah. You sure notice everything, huh?"

"Hard to unsee the things around your apartment, you know," she laughs, still eyeing his awards. "So, what made you win all those trophies?"

"Hockey, team leader back then. And some medals I won on some ice sculpting competitions and ice skates."

"Ice freak," she teased as she stuffed chocolate up her face, completely unladylike.

"Chocolate nut."

"It's better than nothing. Chocolate is made of love. Isn't that right, Sven~?" she said turning to his pet, sitting intently in front of her, clearly fond of the ginger.

"And has calories, in a few years you're gonna end up in an apartment with 39 cats while you're slumped back on a 40 dollar worth couch watching replays of the Ellen DeGeneres show while stuffing your face with chocolate. And I've calculated that you're a complete fatty by then. Most definitely, chocolate is unhealthy."

"But it tastes good," she said as she sticks her tongue out at him with chocolate stained teeth. "And isn't modeling Elsa's excuse for me to keep myself fit? So all's good, as long as Elsa's in charge."

"But clearly," he says as he clicks the TV on. "You're violating her rules. Such as, strictly: No chocolate. And what are you doing?"

"Eating chocolate," she says in a rather happy tone head turning to the TV, then glancing at the shelves once more. "But really, that's an impressive display of awards you got there. Hard to believe you got all of it in just secondary education or less."

He flushed in embarrassment.

"Yeah, kinda blows me away, too but it really isn't that much," he said, eyes fixed on the TV some show about two detectives trying to catch a criminal.

"Tell me," she said as her head turned towards him, he does the same. "What's up with ice?"

He stills, silent for a moment before shrugging.

"I-I don't know. I guess that it's just that… ice is my life. I remember just waking up one day to the sight of snow outside the window, if I remember correctly it's the first thing I remember in recollecting my memories when I was a kid," he said turning his head back to the TV, the ginger silent, listening intently. "I was molded by it, raised with it, you probably think I'd be sick of it because all the time I just saw it, held it as far as I could remember but I don't. I got to say—it's all I've got."

Anna shifts her weight on the couch, elbow on the backrest of the couch as she cups her cheeks full, watching him steadily. What amazed Kristoff was that for once—Anna was quiet. A very rare occasion.

"It's what my old man left me, the memory, his teachings, all molded into ice. Even when I got in middle school and high school—huh. I remember entering an ice sculpting contest, really bizarre at the countryside but fun. I saw a really amazing ice sculpture of a reindeer—so precise and molded delicately. Every inch so carved almost perfect. Perfect actually. A real masterpiece. And I shit you not, this is gonna sound unmanly but I almost cried. Literally," he said as he laughed lightly at the thought. "Guess you think I'm a wacko now, huh?"

"It's okay," she said, the corners of her thin lips now curving. "I always knew you were bonkers, but that's what makes you interesting to be with."

He arches a brow, breaking his gaze off the TV. "So I'm the interesting one here, huh?"

"Continue with your icy story, go ahead. I won't judge," she said in a hushed tone, giggling.

"So, then you know, Middle School," he continues as he was told. "Tension in being the new kid and everything, I mindlessly entered the hockey team. Our coach was the worst, he turned my middle school into living hell. Just thinking about our training sessions sends shivers run up and down my spine," he said, shrugging at the thought.

Kristoff looked up, seeing Anna's wide round eyes staring him down eagerly. So he continued.

"I don't know where I'm heading," he admits looking up the ceiling. "But I know it's somewhere ice related. Maybe."

"Is that why you own a coffee shop that only sells ice?"

"Maybe. I don't know, I just built the place up by instinct," Kristoff realized he was talking far more than he usually did. It was Anna usually blabbering, leaving him nodding, laughing, and making grunts and some responses. But only half way through did he realized that he was taking her deep into her past, who he was, what he is. "Just saw the for sale sign at the door, with some savings from the ice business back then I got to buy it, miraculously."

His story wasn't complete, a complete haze. He had left out important parts—stories untold. Though he had revealed to her many, there was more to it—and he knew. Holes in his backstory needed to be filled with some unwanted memories, something he was unsure if he should say or not. The thought of it made him clutch at his knee.

"…but it's your dream, right?" her tentative voice breaks the silence. He looks back at her, the air in the room not tensed, but appeased. As if everything for some reason, was okay. Not alarming. "Then go. Go after it, Kristoff. Even if you're not sure of what you're looking for yet, I'm sure you'll find it. With ice, that is."

Only then had he realized. The fact that she was sitting beside him had put him in peace, somewhat, the storm—blizzard swirling inside had been calmed. With a simple smile from the ginger beside him, he knew he was safe. Secured. All his secrets, now hers. But not all to be exact.

"Yeah, I guess it is. But what makes me really glad is that you actually care about all of this, sorry if it's kinda dull, or weird that I find ice really fun, er, like it it's just that—"

They both jerk at the harsh buzz of Kristoff's phone.

"Sorry, let me get that," he said as he got the phone against his ear. "Hello? Yeah, Bjorgman here. –Woah? Now? The Duke? Really. I'm flattered to play hockey again but—" he turns his head to find Anna listening intently at the conversation. "Look, Aster, I'm flattered but I just got a lot going now and—"

"Accept it!" Anna chirped from her seat.

"What?"

"I said, accept it doofus!"

He blinked at her as he cupped the phone in his hand.

"Anna, I'm busy. I can't accept the job you know how I got the coffee shop running, Sven, the U, finals are coming—"

"A dream is a wish your heart makes," she said as she looked up into the ceiling, as if trying to reminisce a lost memory. "If I remember correctly… that's what my father used to tell me back then."

Kristoff was silent before looking back at Anna.

"Will you watch me play?"

"Of course I will."

"Then I'm in."

Anna snored against Kristoff's shoulder, groggily rubbing her cheeks against him as he swore she was drooling all over him at the moment. He glances out the window, seeing streetlamps light up to the dark as the sun had already disappeared just about an hour or so. He knew Elsa would be flustered right now to the thought of wondering as to what had happened to Anna, and he knew that if Elsa figured out that Anna had come to his apartment, she would skin him alive.

He sighs. Unable to move knowing that even the faintest touch and stir could wake the sensitive girl against him. She was sprawled on the couch, head resting on his shoulder as he was firm and determined not to wake her up. He strained his neck to look down at her, her eyes shut lightly into a close as her chest heaved slowly in contentment.

He smiles to himself as he watched her sleep, distracting himself from the TV as the entire room had been enveloped in the dark having only the TV's colors flashing as the visible light source in the room.

She fell asleep about an hour ago, after watching a horror movie and nearly having a heart attack when the ghost lunged into the camera making Anna scream at the top of her lungs, Kristoff feared that she'd wake the whole neighborhood. They continued to watch other movies, but too bad Anna's attention span lasted for only a few hours as she fell asleep against him.

Kristoff smirked as he found the fact that it was oddly fun watching Anna tug at his arms awhile ago, biting her lower lip as she tried to hold off an oncoming scream as she knew a jump scare was about to happen in the film. And how she forced her eyes open as it twitched when the ghost smiled eerily into the camera. She was shaking that time, not because of the chill air that bellowed from the window, but he swore it was because of the goosebumps that surfaced her skin the moment the ghost began dragging the girl away into the darkness.

And Kristoff remembers the moment when he had to use the bathroom earlier, he stood as he excused himself but the moment he does, she grabs hold of his thick wrist with her trembling fingers.

"Stay." She said in a sincere voice. Kristoff couldn't hold back or say no, just the sight of her looking with big teal eyes and pouting lips made it hard for him to deny her request. Heck, it was hard enough that she was making him stay next to her.

Kristoff blushes to the memory of it as he watched Anna in her sleep, now completely in peace. He couldn't help but graze his hand across her face, making her shiver to his foreign touch. He immediately tenses as he withdraws his hand, but relaxes to the realization that she was till deep in her sleep.

He could smell her hair, a strong aroma of flowers and something very feminine. She was far more interesting to watch than the news, his lips inching into a smile as he does.

His phone buzzes, startling him.

Anna groans as she nuzzles her face against his shoulder, still completely asleep. He sighs in relief.

Kristoff turns back and forth in search for his phone. He swore he heard it just nearby it couldn't be far—

He stops his search to see his phone casually sprawled on the small table next to the couch. It was quite out of his reach, which meant he had to stretch to get it. He looks down at Anna, wondering if it would awake her if he moved even in the slightest advances. He shrugs to himself.

He reaches out for his phone, one arm for support against the couch as the other stretched out. And the moment he grabs hold of his phone, he triumphantly cheers that he didn't wake the sleeping girl on his—arms?!

Kristoff blushes to the realization that Anna was now sprawled over his chest. He figured that when he reached out for his phone, the unsettled girl must've followed unknown to her.

His chest heaved at the sudden imposition, her small hands pressed against him as her mouth was slightly parted, taking in and releasing relaxed breaths.

"Great," he rubbed the back of his neck as one arm carried his weight to watch the sleeping girl over his chest. Kristoff was thankful for one thing, is that Anna was asleep and that she'd never know anything about this (unless she wakes now) and that no one else was here to see his face burn in the darkness because he's never been in such a situation before, especially with the girl he liked.

He shook his head to the thought as he then distracts himself with his phone.

Kristoff's entire body froze to the realization of who just texted.

Elsa Arendelle:

Kristoff, where's Anna? Did she go home already? Is she safe?

He fell back on the pillows of couch, the both of them now laying back. He let out a loud, uneasy sigh before glancing back at the girl against him.

He takes one last look of this Anna, this peaceful and quiet Anna he knew he would miss. Anna's hair was messier now than before, strawberry blonde hair sticking out from her braids. Softened features, lips curved into what seemed like a contented smile. She must be dreaming, and Kristoff wished she was dreaming of something nice even after the morbid horror film they've just watched. Hands on his chest, breath slow and steady against his. He tries to drink in all her beauty, not knowing if he would see her as she is now in another time. He wish he would, he wish he could, he wish she would stay over his apartment more often, he wish she didn't have to go, he wish they'd share more snorts and laughs when they watched comedy films, he wish she'd tug at his arm whenever she's scared, he wish she'd ask him to simply stay and make him feel, wanted.

That was all he ever wanted. She was all he ever wanted, or so he denies.

He smiles, before grazing a hand over her petite body.

"Rise and shine, feisty pants."

to those who've read my previous kristanna fic, im sorry if the ending of this chap is the same ;-; though i did edit some of it... i promise to do better in the next chapter!

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