and here is the last chapter of this mini Kristanna series. it's honestly been so fun to write this, especially because i've always loved travel and found that bucket lists were kinda fun, right? i know this story does have its flaws, but i'd like to say thank you to everyone who cared and read through this. may not be the best, but as time passes, i hope to continue writing to get better, and when i do i can confidently post better fics for my fandoms in the future. still, thank you to everyone who continuously supports me. it means so much.

now, for the last chapter i guess some of you have already known but... it's the famous Disney AU for Kristanna! it's been years since i last visited Disneyland... but hopefully you'll still like it, enjoy!

"ANNA!"

Kristoff called out to the ginger who stomped her foot loudly away from him, red-faced. Still refusing to look into his honey-glazed eyes. He seized a calloused hand to reach out to her, bumping into a kid with Mickey Mouse ears as he did forget his manners to apologize as he did.

Catching her small wrists in his hand, she tried to yank her arm back protectively.

"Let go of me!" she yelled back, glassy-eyed as she stared at his one hand coiling at her small wrists with ease, refusing to meet his accusing eyes.

"Anna," he breathed, calmer now, trying to keep his eyes in level with hers even in the dark. The artificial glow of the ornamented streetlamps made his blonde hair gleam darker than its usual color, barely hearing his own breath as a sea of characters and people passed by them animatedly, hardly noticing the two young adults in the middle of a troubling quarrel.

She looked up.

Her lip was caught between her teeth, and she bit on it nervously and obviously guiltily, head still down, eyes glued to his big shoes. In the dark, the blush coating her cheeks swelled even more, and her glassy eyes shone in the dark. His heart fell for the slightest moment and almost made him loosen his grip on her and let her slip away again, but he stood his ground.

How did they end up like this?

The distant voice of Mickey Mouse starts talking from a distance, and the people around them swiveled their heads to see the start of the event, hushed tones silenced except for the wild beating of their hearts.

Right. Disneyland.

It was the least place he wanted to be on earth, but miraculously Anna was able to pull him inside the overly decorated theme park. With its rollercoasters that sent him to have a glimpse of hell every time, spinning teacups that made his stomach lurch, and the watchtowers that made him queasy every single time. It was heaven to the kids and their accompanied parents, especially Anna with her head crowned with Mickey Mouse ears she'd bought as well as buying one for him, Mickey Mouse ones, of course.

It made him red in the face when she thrust the ear band on his chest back in front of Big Thunder Mountain, a few face characters watching them from a distance in amusement. Wearing couple band were a thing, of course, well, for couples. And he had to stare at the headband slack jawed in front of all the people, Anna mimicking his blush when he snapped out of it after a good full minute.

But she didn't make any advances like they were in a relationship from there on, casually tugging on his arm or laughing her head off was something completely normal for the two of them now. But after then, she kept a safe distance, and it made Kristoff anxious if it was about the little incident back at Big Thunder Mountain or if his pungent smell was kicking in.

When the sun blazed from the heavens at exactly 12pm after they took a photo with Hercules and Megara, Anna turned to him.

"Say," she drawled out, eyes rolling around a bit before catching his look. "Since this is our last stop in Paris and we're heading back home tomorrow… would you mind helping me finish a few more from my bucket list?"

He scratched his head. "Sure, I guess. Do you want to get lunch first or finish it right now?"

"Hm," she nodded, arms folding in front of her. "Would you like sandwiches or carrot soup?"

"Carrot soup sounds good to me," he grinned.

After grabbing lunch at Café Mickey, taking few more photos of attractions and face characters they crossed paths with, they started out on Anna's bucket list, much to Kristoff's distress.

He felt partly relieved that there was only about five left in her list, and it was as easy as balancing a rotten tomato on his crooked nose.

By 2 in the afternoon, granting her wish of dancing with a Disney Princess and buying Elsa more souvenirs, she stirred to face him.

"Okay, next up, I want a kiss!" Anna clapped the small notebook gleefully into one hand. Instantly, Kristoff blushed.

"W-What—"

"—from a French boy, aren't they just adorable? I mean, I know they're just kids but they're all so adorable!" Kristoff's heart stopped abruptly, and he tried to collect his breath after the mild heart attack he had. As long as it was a kid 8 and below, he could manage seeing some boy peck Anna's cheek in front of him.

Waving down two French siblings, they turned to loll their heads at them incredulously. One of them, a French kid Kristoff estimated between the age of 6 or 7, watched Anna babble out her explanation with a dreamy face, almost making him think twice about making the little scoundrel kiss her. The other, his companion, he guessed was his sister. At the range of 20, wearing thin clothing and blonde hair pulled up in a tight ponytail in the back of her head watched the two of them in amusement.

Finishing, Anna clapped her hands together, rather awkwardly.

"So," she gave a hopeful smile. "You guys cool with it?"

"Totally!" the little boy perked, words heavily accented. Lucky sucker, Kristoff thought with fists tightly clenched on either side of him.

His sister shrugged an okay, eyes flicking between the two of them. Anna cried out a hooray before dropping down on a squat position and closed her eyes, and slowly, the little boy gave her a peck on her pink cheek.

Blushing, the little boy smiled shyly. "You're very pretty, lady."

Anna glowed, patting him on the head. "Thank you, and thanks too. It means a lot."

She jumped up straighter, Kristoff and the little boy's companion did nothing but watch the whole event in the while to be snapped out of their stupor once he tugged on his sister's arm.

Looking satisfied, his sister looked up to them.

"Thank you, that was my brother's first unofficial kiss—"

"Hey!" the boy snapped.

"—and he seems to have liked it, thank you for the experience," she gave a little bow, the made the two young adults return. "I hope you finish your bucket list, I wish we could do something else to help."

"Oh, no," Anna said knowingly. "You've been help enough already! Some may think it's silly—"

"Which it is," grumbled Kristoff that earned him a smack on the chest.

"—but having another list getting crossed out is help enough, so, thank you!" she chirped, beaming brighter than ever.

The lean blonde seemed unsatisfied, eyes darting back and forth to the both of them, before shrugging and nodding, finally. "Okay, but in that case…"

She leaned in towards Kristoff, and much to Anna's surprise—

She kissed him. On the cheek.

Well, it seemed like it. Anna stifled a gasp between her fingers, clamping a hand to her mouth. From where she stood, it looked like she was kissing him, but on another perspective, she was actually whispering something into his ear and it made a wild blush coat his cheeks in an instant. Anna couldn't hide her surprise, catching her slack jawed, making the little French boy chuckle lightly.

The blonde then stood up straighter in a beat, nodding and thanking them again. "Well, see you around. And good luck," she winked, dragging her younger brother who waved back at them with a wide smile on his face.

Anna's jaw was still unhinged when Kristoff turned to her as they watched the two disappear into the crowd.

He cleared his throat, willing the blush away. "Well? What's next?"

Anna faced him in disbelief, shocked with his nonchalant face. "What's next? You're seriously asking me what's next?"

There was an underside in her tone that sounded like a mix of anger and sarcasm, and he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her. "What?"

"Sure, you must be really excited about the next one too, huh?" she puffed her cheeks out, eyes rolling before turning on her heel and away from him. "Well guess what, I'm not."

And just like that, she was engulfed into a sea of clamoring people.

Kristoff was left in the middle of the bustling street, dumbfounded, before letting the words 'What the hell?!' slip out of his mouth absently.

It took him the whole afternoon to look for Anna, passing Star Tours, running across Pirates' Beach, and almost tripping over face characters that swarmed the area . His shirt was damp with sweat now, sticking on his back and his bangs were matted with sweat as well as he sprint all through out the entire theme park in search for her. He even sent over 64 messages asking for her, and 21 calls she refused to answer in one afternoon that stretched into an early evening.

But just as he slowed, breathless and barely feeling his slowly growing numb legs, he remembers a large event scheduled at 8 in front of Sleeping Beauty's Castle, and he spots her crisp hair bobbing along the crowd and her fresh green summer dress that made all the other colors of other peoples clothing seem dull against her sun. She looked disoriented, face sunken with grief looking lost in the middle of the jostling crowd, like she was just waiting to be rescued.

He didn't have to think twice.

"ANNA!"

And now he finds himself breathless in front of her, his heart pounding in his ears, brows creased in worry, barely materializing what was really happening to them.

Anna tried to wiggle out of his tight grasp, tears threatening to stream out.

"Let go of me, please," she whimpered, desperately trying to loosen his grip on her wrist and failing miserably. Her voice cracked in the middle of the mass of people, still no one seemed to notice them.

"Anna," he breathed again, slightly shaking his head as he let go, only to step closer toward her to tower over her small frame to block her from anyone else noticing her crestfallen state. "Anna, what's wrong? But really what the hell I don't understand what's happening, is there something I did? Something I said? Please, tell me. And I'm sorry, for whatever's the reason."

His words were sincere, ghosting over her forehead in the dark. She felt a blush shinny up her neck, snapping her head away from where he could see, hoping the dark and the ill-lit streetlamps would hide her embarrassment.

"Nothing…" he barely heard her mumbling, but pressed on. It wasn't like Anna to cry over things so easily. There was always a reason. From cute puppies to cliché romance movies, or a fight with her sister or a broken heart, he knew she was a strong girl. But he knew she was also fragile behind her too wide smile, and it broke his heart to watch her like this, holding herself together in front of him because of something he's done.

He wanted to punch the nearest lamppost down.

"Anna, tell me, please! How do you think we're going to solve this if you don't tell me?!"

"There's nothing to solve, Kris!" she blurted crossly and stubbornly pouting her lips.

"Anna, please just—"

"Then why don't you just go back and make kissy faces with the blonde French girl again, huh?" she spat, this time, turning to meet his gaze. His mouth dropped.

It took a few seconds for her words to reboot inside his racked brain, and when it does, it splits his face into a smile and laughter rumbled in his chest as he slapped a hand on his face.

"What? What's so funny? Hey!" Anna couldn't hide the ripening blush on her cheeks, her face red as a tomato, feeling sillier and sillier by the minute.

"Anna, please don't tell me you were…" Kristoff caught his breath, the hand that he used absently slap his face suddenly falling on top of her bony shoulder, pulling her close. "…jealous?"

There was a hint of hope in his voice, but her reaction was better than what he'd expected.

Anna's face flushed darker red more than he thought she would and he worried slightly that her head would explode. Her frustration doubled, flutteringly fidgeting now as he breathed in her scent.

"W-What? What do you mean?" she babbled, twisting her hands together, eyes finding a safe spot to land on, anything but his eyes that watched her amusingly. "Hah! 'Course she was pretty, and all googly eyes over you, and I don't even know if you like her and she just kissed you there and you seemed pretty happy and—"

"Whoa, whoa," he put a hand up. A firecracker shot overhead, the event had begun and was going underway, but he was too immersed in Anna's anxieties to care. "Hold up. Like? Kiss? What's gotten into you, feisty-pants? What made you think she kissed me?"

Her jaw dropped, just a bit. "You… you mean she didn't kiss you?"

Finally, in a long while, he let out a laugh. "No! Goodness, no Anna! I'd never kiss a stranger. No matter how pretty or desperate some may get."

"But I saw her kiss you on the cheek right there—"

He laughed again. "She whispered something to me! Anna, you're overdoing yourself over this."

Now Anna wanted nothing more than to disappear into thin air. Right, maybe she could run now and book a ticket to Japan rather than back home and change her name to Miriam and they'd never engage in a discourse about this fitting embarrassing event when they went to Paris. Yep, it was a plan.

But she would be lying if she said she wasn't relieved to know his lips were still virgin.

"Oh," she breathed, holding back her palm from slapping it on her forehead. "I—I didn't—but wow, really?"

"Really," he assured, smiling wider than ever. He padded his foot on the ground, suddenly unstable.

It hit her there, how close they really were suddenly. Her consciousness finally wrapped around her hazed brain, his warmth bringing her back to earth. His large frame towered over her smaller one, but the array of fireworks display fired above them, booming, lighting, fazing above them, just like in cheesy Disney movies. It lit color in their eyes, changing from hue of sky blue to neon green, and all other colors they only found within each other's eyes in each spark. They watched each other so intensely, as if there was nothing and nobody else around.

Kristoff's breathing slowed, so did Anna's. Arms turning to jelly, knees wobbling, drawing in shaky breaths with hearts banging wildly against their ribs just bursting to beat out. And there, it hit them.

"Anna," Kristoff breathed, barely there. "I'd never kiss just anyone. Never did, actually. You know me. And… can I ask you something? And please, answer me frankly. Were you really… jealous?"

She hesitated for a moment, mouth involuntarily quivering in an open and close motion, before tumbling out her words.

"Yes," she quacked. "She was… all over you, and I couldn't hold back…"

"Anna!" Kristoff couldn't hold back the smile that stretched across his face. The skies were being painted with fireworks, children watching with amazing amusement, like it itself was a magical memory to treasure. But the two young adults that stood amongst the crowd were engulfed in their own magic. "I never loved anyone other than…" he drew in a breath. "You."

Butterflies swarmed Anna's stomach, a fuzzy feeling trapped in her chest, caught her breath, eyes suddenly lit up to his words. An intense feeling washed over her, something that always did flow through her when she was with him, only now, stronger.

"And when I lost you back there… I thought it was going to be the death of me," he said, sincerely. She took in a sharp breath. "Look, no matter how many times you try to get lost, with or without a place to head to, intentionally or not, I'll find you, okay? I'll always find you, Anna. No matter what."

She stood there, taking in huge breaths of air, a sudden need in the catastrophe that was them. She wanted to return his sudden burst of brazen love but his words alone made her throat swell hotly and she too was lost for words.

"Don't you see? My wallpaper, your cold hands, Notre Dame, the dance—You're everything to me, Anna. All this time. And every day every hour every minute… I wish you were mine."

She had to take a beat to refill her lungs with air, suddenly exasperated as she reminded herself to breathe. Slowly, a smile surfaced her doll face. The eternal summer that permeated through her veins coming to life once more.

"But I'm already yours, Kristoff," she smiled, still misty-eyed. Relief has engulfed her, her head light, her words a song, a melody resonating in his ears. All his anxieties are washed away, his pungent smell, his too big feet, his fear of loving her, hurting her and her fragile heart, but her smile is reassuring. And the message that she's more than okay sends relief spark inside of him. And he has to lean in closer to hear her over the drumming of his heart so wildly against his chest he has to will it not to jump up his throat. "Always was, always will."

And there, the fireworks display is coming to an end, but the moment and their feelings stretch out and they felt infinite, right there.

Kristoff couldn't hold back any longer.

"I could just kiss you," he blurted, suddenly shy. Blushing, he moved a hand to the back of his head, rubbing awkwardly trying to hold back the urge to just spin her in the air like the princess that she is. "I mean, may I? May we? Me we? Wait—what?"

Anna's soft lips on his cheek abruptly stops him from blabbering on intelligible words than came next, and when he looked down to meet her sea of eyes after she'd stood back on her heels again, her smile only broadened, more genuine than any smile she ever wore.

"We may."

That was all he needed. Kristoff stepped in closer to her and stooped down to her level, his lips crashing down on her plush ones, tender yet firm, a shot of electricity spreading inside them as their lips met. His hand perfectly fit her small waists, her arms looping over his neck to pull him in closer and as she moves in closer to him, he maps the radiating freckles on her cheek, the column of her collarbone, the length of her lashes, her. She was fire, and he was nothing more but a matchstick that she ignited with her touch.

There was countless emotions vibrating in their heads and bursting in their chests, relief, comfort, tenderness—love. Hearts clenched in their ribs, they had to remind themselves to breathe, and for a fraction of a second, they made a silent wish in their hearts that this moment would never, ever end.

With the need for air became great, they pulled away breathlessly, stars in their eyes.

Anna cracked a grin. "Wait till Elsa hears this."

"Funny, the girl earlier did tell me that we made such a good couple."

She blinked. "Is that why you blushed?"

Kristoff's eyes glazed with love softened. "Maybe."

They laughed, his arms still wrapped around her waists only to pull her closer, almost lifting her from the ground. He bonked his with hers, doing the cute little forehead bump at the end of every cliché romance movies they watched together all the time back home.

Artificial lights illuminated the smiles on their faces that stretched infinitely, fireworks showering the sky drowning out the faint glow of the stars, a mass of people continuously bumping into them, still, the world ceased to exist, and it was only them wrapped in a tight embrace, in their own little game, their own little world.

They were home.

...and here it ends. again, thank you for reading and supporting, and here you may give this story one last feedback. i'm so happy to finish this mini series, and i'm going back to writing my other series and planned one-shots now! it really does feel amazing to finish a series, and again, thank you from the depths of my heart.

until next time. ciao!