Hans turned away from Kristoff, his footsteps echoing across the small room. "Oh, Kristoff, if only there was someone out there who loved you."

For a moment, everything was still and silent, as if the world had suddenly been frozen over. Then, just as quickly, the world melted once again.

"Hans, you can't be serious." Kristoff stood up, throwing his hands into the air. "We can't seriously be breaking up because of one fight."

Hans didn't meet his eyes. He stopped in his tracks and looked down to the ground.

"You're just being over dramatic."

"Kristoff-"

"I'm serious." Kristoff walked forward, placing his hand on Hans's shoulder. "I care about you so much, Hans. I love you." He looked away from him. "And even if we did break up, there would still be those who loved and truly cared for me. Anna and Elsa are my closest human friends, and Sven is as loyal to me as ever. The trolls can be odd and desperate for us to get married, but they're also the best family that I could ever ask for. My ice harvesting buddies have always had my back, even as a kid. The real person that I'm worried about is you, Hans. Is there anyone else out there who loves you?"

The red head froze. For a moment, he was still, and then began to sob. Kristoff pulled him into a hug.

"I was being a bit dramatic." Hans said, tears rolling down his cheeks. "And what I said was wrong." He pulled off his gloves and wiped at his eyes. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry about it." Kristoff began to rub his back. He began to hum, holding Hans close as he shook. Eventually, he stopped crying and returned Kristoff's hug.

"You know," Hans said, "you're really warm for an ice harvester."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I guess I just thought that you would feel a little colder." He squeezed Kristoff a little tighter. "You really are nice and warm, Kristoff. I like warm hugs."

"I do too, Hans. I do too." Kristoff pulled him closer, allowing their lips to meet. Hans returned the kiss eagerly, leaning up to meet Kristoff. One of his hands found its way in Kristoff's soft, shaggy blond hair.

When they pulled away, Kristoff again spoke.

"Do you know else I like?"

"What?" Hans's eyes were wide.

"Snowball fights." Kristoff grinned. "Come on, let's go meet up with Anna and Elsa. Elsa is sure to be whipping up some snow right now, and you know how competitive Anna can get in games. It'll be fun."

Hans smiled. "That sounds fun."

Kristoff took Hans's smaller hand in his own, and together they went to look for their friends.

"Hey, Kristoff?"

"Yeah?"

"After this, do you want to build a snowman?"

"I'd love to." Kristoff grinned. "I just hope that it doesn't start singing."