I fell in love with Kristanna just by watching the previews for Frozen, and when I finally watched the movie I was sucked in for life. It makes sense that I had to write a FanFiction about the couple eventually, right?

"So you're telling me you've never used your own kitchen before?" Kristoff asked Anna in utter amazement.

"As a kid I'd go in there all the time to try to make friends, but the servants always shooed me away," pouted Anna sadly.

"We'll have to remedy that then," declared Kristoff confidently as he began to drag Anna by the hand. "You may be a princess, but I'm going to make sure you're at least not totally spoiled."

"Hey!" exclaimed Anna.

"Kidding!" replied Kristoff, who picked her up and swung her around to get her to laugh. "Now, where the heck is the kitchen?"

"You tell me, Chef Kristoff," responded Anna teasingly.

Kristoff rolled his eyes and managed to tickle the answer out of Anna, so that way he could teach her how to make his personal favorite: beef stew. That stew always infused his whole body, right down to his stubby toes, with the warmth he sorely needed after a day of ice harvesting. He hoped Anna would like the stew too; he should've hoped that she wouldn't almost burn down the castle the second she entered the royal kitchen. In the midst of his determination to instruct Anna, however, he had totally forgotten her natural tendency toward disaster. He would remember soon enough.

"Ouch!" cried Anna before she began sucking her bleeding thumb.

"How did you injure yourself, we haven't even brought out the knives yet!" exclaimed Kristoff in astonishment.

"Paper cut," explained Anna as she held out the recipe for the beef stew.

Much to Anna's annoyance, Kristoff shook his blond head and threw the recipe aside as soon as she handed it to him.

"We don't need that," dismissed Kristoff as he began taking out various pots and pans from a cabinet Anna couldn't reach. "I know the way I make it by heart. We're gonna need two pounds of stew beef, vegetable oil, water, clove garlic, bay leaves, onion, salt, sugar, pepper, paprika, carrots, ground allspice, celery and cornstarch."

Kristoff paused and turned to Anna, who was hurriedly trying to write down all the items he listed.

"You don't need to write it down," Kristoff said gently. "Just get the stuff and we'll be fine."

"Okay," nodded Anna, whose face scrunched up adorably as she tried to remember what all the ingredients were.

It wasn't long after that that Anna-induced chaos exploded all over the spacey kitchen's countertops, stovetops, and tabletops. By the time the beef stew was simmering in the pot about two hours later, Kristoff's body was a mix of sweat, stove burns, vegetable oil, allspice and bits of beef. At least he smelled delicious. Rubbing her sauce-stained face tiredly, Anna plunked down on a stool a foot across from Kristoff and groaned.

"I guess I can see why the servants never let you into the kitchen," commented Kristoff with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry, okay?" said Anna agitatedly.

"No no no, I'm glad we did this," stated Kristoff. "Better for me to know now rather than later that you're a terrible cook."

"Well at least we don't have to worry about that since we do have the wonderful kitchen staff," responded Anna with half-hearted reassurance.

Seeing her sad expression, Kristoff came to Anna's side, kissed the top of her head, and rubbed her arm assuringly.

"Hey, it's no big deal," comforted Kristoff. "I'm sure that the stew will at least taste all right."

"Why don't we try it now?" offered Anna.

"Okay," agreed Kristoff before he filled two bowls for himself and for Anna.

Once they had their silver spoons at the ready, Anna said, "Ready? On the count of three…"

Simultaneously, Kristoff and Anna counted down, "One, two, three!" before they stuck their spoons into their mouths. After a few seconds, their faces contorted into disgusted expressions, and they turned toward the sink to spit out their mouthfuls of beef stew. The two of them laughed uproariously, scraping the bad flavor from their tongues in between bouts of mirthful giggles.

"Okay, so those two hours were definitely a waste of time," noted Kristoff before he downed half a glass of water.

"I ruined your favorite meal for you, didn't I?" guessed Anna.

Kristoff chuckled softly and entrapped Anna in the embrace of his thick, muscled arms. "Actually, I think you might have made it better."

"What do you mean?" questioned Anna as her strawberry blond eyebrows dove downward into a confused frown. "The stew tastes awful!"

"Yes, but at least we made it together," emphasized Kristoff. "Whenever I made this stuff before, it was always alone, in a cabin in the middle of frosty nowhere. You gave me a really good memory with this too salty, too thick, and too mangled-up beef stew. Thank you."

"Y-you're welcome," stammered Anna.

"All right, we'd better start cleaning up the mess we made," said Kristoff while he withdrew from the hug.

It was fun retelling the story of the beef stew disaster to Elsa later that night, when they had dinner which was thankfully prepared by the royal kitchen staff this time. Kristoff didn't think he had ever seen the queen laugh that much before; he was willing to endure many more kitchen catastrophes with Anna if it could get Elsa to loosen up as much as she was tonight. He was sure that Anna felt the same. Eventually he had to go back home to see his troll family, which he insisted on despite the late hour. He and Anna stood with clasped hands in front of the castle gates while they stared up at the full moon above them.

"Thanks again for everything," said Kristoff. "I'll be back in a few days for round two."

Anna smiled and shook her head. "You're crazy for wanting to go through all that again.

Kristoff squeezed Anna's hands. "If it means as many laughs we had today, then it's worth it."

Anna beamed brightly and giggled with the typical bounciness that Kristoff had always enjoyed seeing from her. He cupped the side of her face, swept his thumb across her rosy freckled cheek, and began to lean in slowly to kiss her. His lips were a centimeter away from hers when a certain snowman made a sudden appearance.

"Hey guys!" greeted Olaf happily.

Anna and Kristoff looked down at Olaf, who was waving so enthusiastically it was as if his loud greeting hadn't drawn enough of their attention to him.

"Am I interrupting anything?" asked Olaf curiously.

"Well yes, so if you don't mind - " began Kristoff, before Anna cut him off.

"It's all right, I should be getting inside anyway," said Anna quietly.

While Olaf shuffled awkwardly to the side, Kristoff groaned and leaned his forehead against Anna's, allowing his straw-colored hair to mix with her reddish bangs.

"You'll be back soon anyway," reminded Anna.

Kristoff nodded, broke away from Anna, and climbed aboard Sven, whose knowing smirk was almost too much for Kristoff to bear without hitting him upside the head. Kristoff started riding off into the distance, turning back just once to see Anna and Olaf waving goodbye as they stood hand-in-hand. He couldn't wait to come back.

I think this works as a stand-alone one-shot, but I do have an idea for a second chapter. What do you guys think?