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punkpoemprose · 3 years

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Love Me in The Morning Light- A Kristanna Week “Orange“ Fic

Universe: Canon (Post F2) Rating: M (There’s sexual content and references to it but no actual sex) Length: 751 Words

For the “orange” Kristanna Week prompt. I chose to go with sunrises and how soft they can be when you’re beside someone you love and who you had great sex with the night before.

Anna felt the warmth against her cheek and took notice of the way the morning light shone a yellow orange, even behind her tightly closed eyelids. Her only complaint about her recent change of sleeping arrangements was that there was a rather large window facing the bed that still didn’t have a curtain.

It was her own fault really. She was still deciding on how exactly she wanted the room decorated, and her husband didn’t seem to have many opinions on the matter beyond some suggestions that the furniture be sturdy.

She flushed, not from the warmth of the sunlight, but from her memory of the night before when she developed her newfound appreciation for such sturdy furniture, particularly headboards and chair arms. Kristoff was never rough with her in any way, but he always gave her what she asked for. Last night she’d wanted it hard enough that furniture of less hearty construction would have crumbled beneath them.

Kristoff’s foresight was, in cases where loving her were involved, impeccable.

Against her side she felt the shifting and stirring of the man in question. A grunt of displeasure made her chuckle as she realized that the sun must’ve found its way to his eyes as well. It served him right, she thought, for how often in the last two weeks of their marriage he’d laughed at her disdain for the morning light.

The laugh turned into a gasp of surprise when he urgently pulled her closer and hid his face from the sun in the back of her shoulder. His lips ghosted along the bare skin there and his huff sent loose bits of her rumpled hair across her back. It tickled, making her laugh resume while the way he pulled her tightly to his chest made her heart race.

“I thought you’d be awake already.”

He shook his head against her, his beard scratching, not unpleasantly, against her shoulder. It was that contact that reminded her of the still hot feeling micro-scratches on her thighs. She loved the way that he left reminders of him on her skin, and deeper. She was sure she’d have some soreness as she walked around during the day, or at least some weakness in her knees.

“Someone,” he groaned, his voice still deep and uneven with sleep, “Made a valiant attempt to keep me up until dawn.”

She had, in fact, thought the sky was a bit lighter when she was finished with him than it had been when they’d started. She could hardly be blamed for continuing to want him for a good portion of the evening given that they’d spent most of the day apart.

“Young wives,” she teased, “insatiable as I’ve heard. You’re pitiable you poor man. How terrible to have a wife who want you so much and so often she keeps you up all night long.”

His fingers splayed across her lower stomach, the rough and calloused pads of his fingers venturing dangerously close to the patch of hair he’d spent a fair amount of time in, face first, the night before.

“Far be it from me to deny my Queen of anything she requests.”

Anna couldn’t hold back a snort of laughter knowing that it had certainly not been only her that had been interested in burning the midnight oil. She shifted back into him, not quite purposefully pressing her butt into him, but not shying away when she felt him already hard behind her.

“Even if she isn’t finished with you in the morning?”

He pressed another kiss against her skin, this time behind her ear.

“Especially not then,” he groaned, rocking his hips into her rear so she could better feel just how hard he was for her.

She smiled, opening her eyes against the sunlight to turn and face him. His hair was sleep tousled, and with her motion his eyes too opened revealing a gaze who rivaled the sun in heat. His arms, that she had broken away from to turn captured her waist once more and pulled her close so that her bare chest pressed into his. There was no shyness in it, nor in the way her leg lifted to drape over his, already starting the work of bringing them closer.

“Well, given I kept you up all night, you at least deserve a nice wake up call.”

“My wife,” he said with a chuckle, “Is too kind.”

“No,” Anna replied, already rolling back onto the bed with him, “My husband is.”

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fericita-s · 3 years

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Mating Season Epilogue

For the @kristannaweek Nov 10th prompt: Home, from the Mating Season AU(Anna is Northuldra)

Thank you @the-spaztic-fantastic for the best brainstorming and beta-ing a buddy could ask for.

He was like a reindeer, Anna decided. One who had been wounded and though not lame physically, still shied at the sound of branches cracking as they fell or the call of a wolf at night. Not that falling branches or predatory beasts would scare Kristoff. He had tossed torches at wolves encroaching on the ice harvesting encampments, had shoved her out of the way when an ice-laden branch snapped and fell quicker than he could warn her with words. He was steady and calm in danger.

But now that Anna was pregnant, he was skittish in a way she had never seen.

His worries grew as she did.

The first time he insisted on accompanying her on her rounds to tend the herd, carrying her medical kit and wrangling the reindeer, was the same morning she had laughed and showed him how her gatki was straining at the seams, the neat stitches pulled tight and threatening to snap. A month later, wearing a looser gatki, a square silver button had popped off of her belt and he had come home to the medical cabin to find her looking for it on hands and knees. He had scooped her up as if she was trying to beat a fire out with her bare hands and not just searching on the hard-packed floor for a button he had gifted her after bringing her back to the Black Mountain as his bride.

Sadness left its mark. Anna had seen that in the families who lost loved ones back home in the Enchanted Forest. And in her new home with the people of the Black Mountain, where too many kotas were missing a mother or father or daughter or son, where leadership had been set on Kristoff’s shoulders far earlier than he had expected when his father and mother both died during the outbreak, Anna understood that his fear was in losing someone he loved.

She tried to reassure him.

“I've helped hundreds give birth, this will be fine!”

His grip around her tightened as they lay in bed together, his head burrowing into the smooth skin at the back of her neck. “Well sure, but they were reindeer.”

“Yes, and they have four hooves! Human babies are much squishier and smaller. It will be easy. Or maybe not easy, but fine.” She turned so he could see her as she spoke, so her words might be better believed if he saw that she meant them. His hand traced the pattern of freckles on her cheek and she covered his hand with her own, squeezing it. “Anyway I've attended actual baby births too. Human births. Two legs. No hooves. It's the head that's tricky there, especially for narrow women with large husbands.”

“Like us.” He sat up, disentangling their arms and legs which had been pleasantly entwined against the chill of winter.

She pulled him back down to her, put his hand on her growing middle so he would feel the life there. “I’m strong. This baby is strong. We will be fine. I’m certain of it.”

He ran his fingertips against her skin, as though the weight of his entire hand might be too much. The worry was in his tense shoulders, the tightness in his eyes, the way he held her close but wouldn’t cover her body with his anymore.

She pushed him into the furs on their bed and he let her.

“Shhh, shhh,” she said, running her finger along the bridge of his nose.

He sighed. “I know what you're doing.” But he didn’t sound upset about it, so she continued.

“Then let me do it. You need to calm and I need the practice soothing fussy babies.” He closed his eyes and she kept stroking, humming at first then singing. She sang a lullaby about ice and rivers, not like his that would break apart with steady blows. Ice that was strong, unyielding. And she hoped that he knew she was just as strong.

***

Just when she was sweaty and gasping and certain she couldn’t do it anymore, Iduna and Elsa burst into the medical cabin.

“What are you doing here?” she managed to pant, breathing quickly as the contraction took over and the last word turned into a groan. Elsa cooled Anna’s forehead with thin tendrils of ice she drew out of the air and Iduna helped Anna lean forward, rubbing her back as the contraction continued.

“I sent for them,” Kristoff said, standing in the doorway. He was as pale as Anna, clutching his hat in his hands and grimacing, as if by his discomfort he could help her.

“How did you get here in time?” Anna asked, looking at her mother. “It’s so far.”

“I sent for them a while ago. Before your labor started.” Kristoff worried his hat some more and looked at Anna. “Was that alright?”

Anna leaned heavily onto her mother and tried to smile at him, tried to show him her strength even though she felt like a fishing net full to bursting. “Yes, Kristoff. That was just right.”

“I’ll, uh, I’ll see to the reindeer,” Kristoff said, stepping back out into the winter chill and closing the door behind him.

Iduna let go of Anna and rummaged through the basket she had brought, pulling out what Anna could guess was tea leaves meant to ease the labor. Anna closed her eyes as her mother said “Shhh, shhh, you’ll be alright. “

She believed it.

***

Iduna brought Kristoff in to meet his son once they had wiped him down and Anna too, her hair arranged and the bloody blankets moved to a washtub in the corner.

“I thought we could call him Harri, after your father,” Anna said as he leaned down to kiss her forehead and then the baby’s cheek. He straightened and then slowly, gently lifted the baby out of her arms and nestled him against his chest. Iduna and Elsa left with the washing, closing the door firmly and conspicuously on the way out, leaving the new family on their own.

“You have a very strong mother, little Harri,” Kristoff said, looking at their son and then to Anna. He sat on the chair next to the bed and Anna smiled.

“The first baby is always the hardest. Seconds are much easier. Thirds and fourths easier yet. And by the fifth? You won’t even send for my mother and sister anymore. It won’t even feel like a miracle.”

“Fifth?” Kristoff smiled, shaking his head. “It will always feel like a miracle.” He cradled their son against his chest with one arm and reached for Anna’s hand. “I know you could do this five times but I’m not certain I can.”

“Isn’t it worth it though?” Anna squeezed Kristoff’s hand and then leaned over Harri to rub her nose against his. “Aren’t you glad he’s here?”

Kristoff watched as Harri’s eyelids fluttered at the touch. “I’m very glad he’s here. And that you still are.” Anna settled back against the pillows and he arranged the blankets around her with one hand.

“Of course I’m still here. This is home,” she said, yawning and closing her eyes. Kristoff watched as she stilled and then slept, and then at Harri as he nestled his head against Kristoff’s chest and slept on.

On a different day, he might think about the people who weren’t still here - his mother and father, friends he had grown up with, the woman who had tended to injuries and illness in this cabin before the sickness carried all of them away. But just now it was easy to think about who was here - his son in his arms and his wife in his bed, both sleeping and safe and home.

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ashtheshortstack · 3 years

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Loving You is Red

Kristanna Week 2020 @kristannaweek Rating: G Ship: Kristoff/Anna Day 1: Red

Tags: Modern AU, Soulmate AU, Red String of Fate

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Everyone had a soulmate. It was just a known fact amongst people. There was no explanation why, it was just there. A concept that was just accepted. Some people didn’t believe it. Some people chose not to date their soulmate. Some people died waiting to find theirs.

Anna Arendelle wanted so badly to find her soulmate. She was quite the hopeless romantic and thought the concept of being with someone who was literally her “meant-to-be” was amazing. Her parents had always told she and her sister, Elsa, that they had been soulmates. That the pull they felt to one another was like nothing else.

Elsa was a bit skeptical of the concept. Not that she thought their parents were lying, but she doubted she’d ever experience it for herself. Nor did she have the desire to search for it.

But Anna was definitely the opposite. She had a boyfriend in high school, Hans, who she had hoped was her soulmate. She was immediately attracted to him. Anna later learned from her mother that the attraction and pull of a soulmate were two totally different things, much to Anna’s disappointment. But she continued to date Hans anyway, even though he was two grades older than her… Needless to say, when he went to college… the relationship didn’t last. He’d decided that sleeping with other girls was more important than being with Anna.

Despite her heartbreak, she knew that her opportunity to really find her soulmate was renewed since she was no longer in a relationship with her “high school sweetheart” if she could call him that. Her mother’s reassurance that she could find her soulmate urged Anna forward. The hope made her day dream again. Made her imagine what type of man her soulmate would be.

Anna walked with her sister down the busy street corner. Main street of Arendelle was always bustling with activity in the mornings. Elsa had a favorite coffee shop that she loved to start her day with. She introduced the little shop to Anna when she started at Arendelle University that year with her sister. It wasn’t too far from campus, so it was an easy walk.

But something different happened that morning. Anna got her typical maple harvest latte as she always did, but suddenly the tiny carrot cakes caught her eye. Blinking, she just gazed at the treat for a moment.

Elsa tilted her head. “Anna?”

Shaking her head, Anna was out of her trance. “Ah, sorry. I just--The carrot cakes look good.”

“I didn’t know you liked carrot cake,” her sister replied with an amused smirk.

“I-I don’t know if I do,” she paused before glancing at her sister. “But I think my soulmate does.”

Her sister’s bluebell eyes widened at that. “What? You don’t usually start sensing things about your soulmate unless you’ve been around them.”

Anna’s heartbeat quickened at the thought. Had she met her soulmate and hadn’t realized it? What he’d passed her on campus and she’s never known? What if he was in one of her classes? Gears spun in her mind as she tried to connect the cogs to form a cognitive thought. How would she know it was him?

Elsa watched her before giving a reassuring smile, reaching out to place a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Hey, if you’re supposed to find him then you will. It’s fate, right?”

Willing the confusion and wonder in her heart to die down, Anna gave a small nod. “Yeah… You’re right, Elsa.”

o~o~o~o

The ache in Anna’s chest didn’t leave for days. She didn’t understand why she suddenly knew her soulmate’s favorite treat or song or that he had a dog. Sometimes she’d dream she was connected to him. A red string tied on her pinky led her down a sidewalk towards a white light. She saw a flash of him. But only the back of him. Blonde hair, broad shoulders…

Anna longed to meet him. To finally see him in person.

“I don’t understand, Mama…” she sighed, flopping back on the bed.

Iduna gave her a sympathetic smile. She placed a hand on Anna’s knee. “You’ll find him if it’s meant to be, dear.”

“But I want to find him. Doesn’t he want to find me?”

Iduna shrugged. “Not everyone actively looks for their soulmate.”

Sitting up on the bed, she gave her mother a concerned stare. “Do you think he’ll hate me when we meet?”

Her mother smiled, laughing. “No one could ever hate you, Anna.”

She hoped her mother was right in that instant…

o~o~o~o

It was a typical Tuesday when Anna saw him for the first time. She wasn’t sure how she just knew . It was almost a terrifying epiphany to suddenly know that someone was your soulmate. She left the coffee shop, a carrot cake in her hand. He was across main street walking his dog that she’d somehow known he’d had.

Her heart thundered in her chest when his brows furrowed and he looked at her. God, the way he looked at her. His eyes were honey-brown. Wide and beautiful. Surprise was clear in that expression.

Then she saw it.

That invisible string that had been leading her towards him all of this time. The string ran from her finger to his across the street.

She bolted towards him.

Anna paid no attention to the cars coming her way. To the other pedestrians that walked by. He looked utterly horrified by her actions.

“Are you crazy!? You almost died!” he shouted.

He was right. She probably looked insane to him. But she didn’t care.

“It’s you,” she breathed.

God, her mother was right. The pull… the ache she felt in her chest for this man was nothing like the attraction she felt for Hans. For anyone. This was a longing and desire she’d never experienced in her entire life.

His cheeks pinked a little, glancing down at his hand where he could also see the string attached. “Y-Yeah…”

Anna couldn’t express how thrilled she was, but her soulmate didn’t seem to have the same excited reaction she did. (His dog was thrilled though--wagging his tail happily and panting as he looked between them.)

The silence was awkward as they stared at one another.

Finally, she gathered her courage. Smiling, she held out her hand with the string attached. “I’m Anna.”

Her soulmate seemed surprised. Did he think she’d go through all of this--cross the street without looking both ways like an idiot--without even introducing herself?

“Kristoff,” he replied.

When his stringed hand met hers, an electric pulse shot to her chest. She gasped, squeezing his fingers harder than she meant to in her surprise. Kristoff seemed equally shocked.

He swallowed, glancing away from her. “W-Well, it was nice to meet you,” he sputtered before turning to take his leave.

“Wait! Don’t go!” she spouted quickly.

Kristoff cringed and glanced around, seeming to check if people were staring. “What?”

“You can’t just--you can’t just leave. We’re soulmates.”

Shaking his head, he hissed. “No. No, I don’t do the whole ‘soulmate’ thing. I don’t do people at all. It’s--It’s just me and Sven,” he said, gesturing to the dog. “And that’s how it should be.”

When he started to retreat again, Anna stepped in front of him. “No. You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Kristoff. I know you feel what I’ve felt. You know things about me, right? Things you couldn’t explain?”

“I…” he glanced down.

“What’s my favorite snack?” she asked quickly. Kristoff gave her a confused look, but Anna rolled her eyes in response before reaching into the sack she’d gotten from the coffee shop. “I know yours,” she said before holding up the carrot cake.

Kristoff gaped at her, glancing between her face and the treat. “Your… Your favorite coffee is maple harvest. I-I wanted to try it sometime. That’s why I started walking through here with Sven. You have good taste,” he admitted.

Anna smiled at that. “Thank you.”

His lips twitched a little at that. Despite his clear resistance, she was glad she could make him smile. Kristoff was adorable. Nothing like she expected him to be, surely. When she saw how broad his back was… she assumed he’d be some macho man, but Kristoff was rather--normal. Kind of shy… Maybe a little grumpy.

“I know we’ve just met… and you don’t seem too thrilled about the whole soulmate concept,” Anna began with a nervous laugh, rubbing her sleeves cautiously. “But I would at least like to get to know you. Will you… give this a chance?”

Kristoff pursed his lips, seeming to mull it over. He gave her a cautious look, apparently stunned by her desire to get to know him. Maybe, he was telling the truth. People may have not been this thing. But that was okay. She could help him through that. He didn’t need a lot of people. Just her, right?

He had to have felt that pull. That need to be with her like she felt for him.

Sighing, he nodded. “Yeah. We can give this a shot.”

o~o~o~o

Anna was told that being with her soulmate was like no other. Her mother’s words had been proven true. It’d taken some time for Kristoff to open up… but he loved her. She knew he did. It only took a month for her to fall completely head over heels for him. It took her so long to gather the nerve to kiss him.

And boy… when she did.

They were sitting together in his living room after he’d invited her over for dinner. It was their first time to be really alone--well, aside from Sven, of course--and Anna felt her heart dancing against her ribcage while they cuddled on his couch. She wasn’t sure how she convinced him to watch holiday rom-coms with her… but she had a feeling he liked them too, but just wouldn’t admit it. Maybe, it was because of their bond….

She turned to face him, watching him carefully. Kristoff seemed to notice her eyes on him as he gave her a sideways glance. His cheeks were flushed. She knew--She just knew he wanted to kiss her too.

“Kristoff. Thank you for this.”

He turned to her then. “For what?”

“I know you really don’t like people… And now you’ve met my family and have to deal with going out with me all the time even though you’d rather be at home. I’m just--I’m happy you gave this a chance. Gave me--uh-- us a chance.”

Kristoff gave her that small smirk she’d come to love over the last few weeks. He pushed her auburn fringe back on her forehead. “I’m glad I did.”

Anna gaped. “Wait. Really?”

Snorting, he shook his head. “What? Did you think this date meant nothing?”

“I don’t know,” she said with a shrug. “Maybe you just wanted to hang out?”

“We’ve been hanging out almost every day since we’ve found one another. I just assumed we were dating.”

Anna nodded feverishly. “Oh, we are! We definitely are!”

“Sooo, since we’re dating--” he cleared his throat. “That means I could kiss you, right?”

A grin spread across her cheeks.

“I-If I may? We may? Uh--”

Anna cupped his cheeks and pulled him in. The feeling of his lips pressed to her own was electrifying. Her chest ached. It felt as if her soul was hugging his own. Though just a small peck, the kiss spoke volumes. The feeling left her breathless. Her heart fluttering.

She loved him. She really did love him. Her soul loved his.

Kristoff’s hand traveled up her face, burying into her hair. He pulled her close again. “You know… I think I believe in soulmates now.”

She laughed against his lips. “Really? What was your first clue?”

He caught her lips again.

Yes… Some things were meant to be.

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thecassadilla · 3 years

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Bloom

Pairing: Kristanna

Word Count: 2,488/AO3

Summary: Though their initial meeting was the result of an unfortunate situation, Anna and Kristoff begin to grow something wonderful, together.

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! This is my contribution for Kristanna Week Day 1 - Red! I had a billion ideas for this color because of all of the emotion attached to it but I couldn’t execute any of them well enough. As is typical for me, I finished this very last minute (aka at 3am). Also, I know nothing about flowers lol. Enjoy!!!

The first time that they met had been a pure coincidence. Kristoff had picked up a late shift at his parents’ flower shop on Valentine’s Day, when he knew the only customers would be the desperate, last-minute “I need to bring some type of flower home or my significant other will k*ll me” people. He always took the shift as a courtesy to his adoptive parents, so they could enjoy a night off and go to dinner or a movie and celebrate the holiday.

He was neither here nor there about Valentine’s Day. He didn’t think it was a meaningless holiday like many of his single friends did, but he wasn’t necessarily fond of it, either - mainly because of the association to the flower shop and all of the craziness that ensued in the weeks leading up to it. He was expected the night to go exactly as they had in Valentines Day pasts; a few late night stragglers but otherwise quiet.

What was particularly unexpected that night was when the little bell on the door of the shop jingled and a young couple walked in near closing time.

The man couldn’t even be bothered to pull the phone away from his ear before telling the woman, “Here’s my credit card, pick something fast so we could get the hell out of here.”

He watched in silence as the woman, on the verge of tears, slowly perused the shop while her boyfriend-slash-husband or whoever he was waited by the door and continued his phone conversation.

“Can I help you?” Kristoff asked when she came close enough to the cash register. She was quite beautiful; bright blue eyes, a dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks, which happened to be rosy from the cold weather, and long, auburn hair that stood out against her plum-colored pea coat and grey knit hat. He also couldn’t help but notice the large, sparkly diamond ring on her left hand. Married.

She shakily sighed, the tears pooling in her eyes threatening to spill over at any second. “I know it’s late, but do you have any roses left?”

He nodded. “We do.”

“Those are traditional for Valentine’s Day, right?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered.

“Can I have a dozen roses, please?”

“Sure. How do you want them?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you want them with babies’ breath? Wrapped in paper or in a vase? Or -”

She shook her head. “You know what...never mind. Thank you for your help.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” she said, her voice cracking. “Valentine’s Day is almost over, anyway.”

He glanced up at the clock on the wall; it was quarter to eleven, which meant that there was just over an hour left of the holiday. His heart was breaking for her.

“Anna!” her husband sternly called. “Let’s go!”

She turned toward the entrance of the shop. “Thank you again.”

“Wait,” he said, plucking a red rose from the pile behind the register and holding it out to her. “I feel really bad.”

“You shouldn’t be the one to feel bad.”

“Please take it.”

The tiniest inkling of a smile appeared on her quivering lips as she accepted the flower. “Thank you.”

He nodded sympathetically, and watched as she walked back over to her husband.

��Excellent, you didn’t spend much,” the man said smugly, snatching the credit card from her hands. He was still on the phone, which was now sandwiched between his shoulder and his ear. “Are you satisfied enough to go home now?”

She looked back in his direction one last time as her husband grabbed her by the hand and pulled her out of the shop, jostling the bell once again. Kristoff was so enraged that he was practically seeing red; he’d seen plenty people come in over the years and buy flowers last minute, but that had to be the worst instance he’d ever seen. He couldn’t fathom how a grown man could treat his wife so...poorly. If that was what happened in public, he couldn’t imagine what happened in private. With his jaw clenched, he made it through the remainder of his shift, counted the cash register, and booked it out of there as quickly as he could, stewing in his own anger for the rest of the night and much of the following day.

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The second time they met was intentional, though not on his behalf; nearly two weeks had passed, and Kristoff had managed to put the entire incident behind him - or so he thought. He’d finished his shift and was packing up to leave on a Saturday afternoon when one of his coworkers came to the break room and grabbed his attention.

“Kristoff, there’s a young woman looking for you.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “What?”

“A young woman asked if she could speak to the tall, blond guy and you’re the only person that fits that description.”

He sighed, mentally preparing himself to get an earful from a woman whose husband bought flowers for his mistress or something equally as ridiculous. It happened quite frequently and he was always the one to take the heat as opposed to the person who’d actually caused the problem.

Instead, he was quite shocked when he walked out onto the sales floor and found the woman from Valentine’s Day, in the same plum-colored pea coat and grey hat. Her left hand was gripping onto the strap of her purse by her shoulder, and he couldn’t help but notice that her ring finger was sans ring.

“Hi, can I help you?”

“Hi,” she said in a small voice. “I’m not sure if you remember me, but I came in right before you closed on Valentine’s Day...with my ex-fiancé.”

“I remember,” he confirmed. His initial suspicions had been wrong; the man wasn’t her husband, after all.

“I just had to come in and thank you again,” she explained. “It was such a kind gesture, and I really needed it that night. You really have no idea how much it meant to me.”

Not wanting to bring up the rottenness of the situation and rub it in like salt in a wound, he simply nodded. “No problem.”

“I can’t even imagine what that must’ve looked like to you...how bad it looked.”

He shrugged. “I’ve seen some crazy stuff.”

“I can only imagine,” she stated. “If you’re free, I’d really love to buy you a coffee or something from the café next door to say thank you.”

He waved his hands dismissively, slightly flustered at the offer. “You don’t have to do that, it really wasn’t a big deal.”

“It was to me,” she said meekly. “I want to express my gratitude.”

He faltered for a moment; if it would make her feel better, then there was really no harm in agreeing to go along. “Okay.”

The tension in her face melted away. “Great.”

“Let me just grab my jacket.”

He grabbed his belongings, waved goodbye to his coworkers and then met her back on the sales floor. Without another word, they left the shop.

“I don’t believe I caught your name,” she mentioned once they had made it outside.

“Kristoff.”

“I’m Anna,” she said, smiling as he held open the door to the café for her. They managed to snag a table by the window, and once they sat down, she asked, “How do you take your coffee?”

“Black,” he answered. “And the smallest size they have, otherwise I’ll be awake all night.”

“Got it,” she nodded, walking over to the cashier.

He rested his arms on the table, waiting for her to come back but slightly eager to leave and go about the rest of his day. She returned a few minutes later, setting the two cups on the table and sitting across from him.

“So, you must know quite a bit about flowers being that you work for a florist.”

“I do,” he confirmed. “My folks own the shop. I’m helping them out while I’m working on my degree. I’ll probably still help them out once I graduate, though.”

“That’s so nice,” she smiled. “Do you have a favorite flower?”

He shook his head. “I don’t. I associate different flowers with different occasions, so that may be why.”

“My absolute favorites are sunflowers. But I love roses, too. And gardenias, and lilies. I guess I like everything,” she laughed, jovial for a moment before her expression turned somber. “You know, I wouldn’t be sitting here if you hadn’t handed me that rose, so if it’s okay with you, I want to explain what you saw that night and the aftermath.”

“Go for it,” he encouraged. Admittedly, he was quite curious, even though he knew that it wasn’t really his business.

“Obviously, it was Valentine’s Day. I wasn’t expecting flowers or chocolate or anything really, but my ex and I would always exchange gifts on holidays. We had just got engaged in December and I knew he spent a lot on the ring so I didn’t have any expectations for this year, but I still got him a gift,” she explained.

He nodded along as she spoke, not wanting to interrupt.

“He got home late and spent the rest of the night on the phone, ignoring me - which isn’t unusual for him, but I was hoping that we’d spend some time together because it was a special day. I asked him if he wanted to go out to dinner, but he’d already eaten with someone...I’m assuming it was another woman. Anyway, he got off the phone long enough to tell me that if I really wanted chocolate, then I could wait until the day after when it would all be marked down, and that we could go to the flower shop near closing because the flowers would probably be really cheap - I don’t think that’s true, though.”

“It isn’t,” he verified.

“By the time we got to your shop, I was pretty upset because of the way he had been treating me all day, but it only got worse once we were inside. I was barely able to keep it together, and it wasn’t until you - a complete stranger - showed me the tiniest bit of compassion that I realized how bad my situation was and how badly I needed to get out of it.”

She took a deep breath before continuing. “I broke up with him. By the time we got back to the car I was crying, and he got mad that I was disrupting his call and we had a huge fight. It ended with me throwing the ring in his face and moving out.”

He hesitated for a moment, not wanting to say the wrong thing. “I’m glad you were able to get out of that.”

“Me too,” she nodded. “I think I knew it had to end for a long time - even when I said ‘yes’ to getting engaged. But what really solidified it was when you handed me that flower - it reminded me that people who care about others still exist.”

“Anyone who works there would’ve done the same,” he chuckled, trying to divert the credit away from himself.

“I’ve spoken to a few friends and I recommended your family’s flower shop to them. They should spend their money at a business that actually cares about its customers.”

“Thanks, that means a lot.”

She nodded, a smile gracing her lips. “It’s the least I could do.”

They talked a little while longer before bidding each other goodbye and going their separate ways. In all honesty, Kristoff was happy for her; she’d escaped a bad relationship and she seemed to be in a much better place despite the fact that little time had passed. Even though he imagined he’d never see her again, he could rest easy knowing that she wouldn’t be trapped in a loveless marriage.

It didn’t quite play out the way he imagined, though. Frequently, she’d pop into the shop and distract him, following him around as he added water to the vases or fixed the arrangements, only laying low when another customer would come in. He didn’t mind the distraction at all; it made time go faster and she was fun to talk to.

It wasn’t until a hot, summer afternoon in June that he decided to do something about their relationship. Anna came into the shop clad in a red sundress, accessorized with a floppy, wide-brim hat and oversized sunglasses right before his shift was due to end.

“Hi, Kristoff,” she smiled, pulling the sunglasses off of her nose and hooking them onto the front of her dress. “Did you get in any sunflowers yet?”

“We did,” he confirmed. “We got a batch that bloomed early this year.”

She clapped her hands together. “That’s so exciting! May I purchase a bouquet of them?”

“Sure,” he said, walking over to where they were being kept, fully aware that she was following him. While she often came in to visit, she seldom purchased any flowers. She usually just came in to keep him company and relentlessly flirt. “Any special occasion?”

“It’s my birthday,” she answered, a slight blush creeping across her cheeks.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, slightly embarrassed that he didn’t know - to his recollection, they’d never discussed birthdays. “Happy birthday!”

“Thank you,” she beamed. “I figured I may as well treat myself to my favorite flowers on my birthday, you know?”

“Of course,” he agreed, though in his head he’d already decided that she wasn’t going to pay for the flowers. It was her birthday, after all - they should be gifted to her. “Do you have any special plans?”

“I’m probably going to go out with some friends over the weekend, but not today.”

“I’d love to take you out to dinner,” he said, before quickly adding, “If you’re up for it.”

She nodded, biting down on her lip. “That would be really nice.”

They walked back to the counter, and he arranged the flowers in white and tan tissue paper, securing them with a red bow that matched her dress.

“How much do I owe you?” she asked, opening her purse and digging for her wallet.

“Don’t be silly. They’re on me.”

“You’re such a sweetheart, you don’t have to do that.”

“It’s your birthday,” he reminded her. “I want you to have them.”

He handed them to her and she cradled them in her arms. “Thank you, Kristoff.”

“I’m going to go clock out and then we can go?”

She nodded excitedly and when he returned, he took her by the arm and led her out of the shop, the bell jingling as the door opened and they stepped out into the sunshine.

What had started as something so rotten had bloomed into something beautiful. And for every occasion from that point forward, there were flowers to match; roses on Valentine’s Day, poinsettias at Christmastime, and of course, sunflowers for Anna’s birthday.

#kristannaweek2020 #kristanna week 2020 #kristanna #anna #kristoff bjorgman #frozen #frozen fic #my writing

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musingsofsaturn · 3 years

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An Evening Spectacle | Kristanna Week

Fandom: Frozen, Frozen II

Ship: Anna/Kristoff

Words: 1,000+

Rating: K

Summary: Anna invites Kristoff to join her on the roof of the palace to enjoy a gorgeous sunset and the extraordinary northern lights.

Author’s Note: Hello! Today’s prompt was all about warmth, home, sunrise and sunset. The sunset in particular piqued my interest, and from there I developed this little oneshot. I did briefly debate setting this at sunrise, but I think we all know that our beloved sleepyhead Anna has never seen a sunrise willingly in her life! This is set after Frozen and before Frozen II, just for reference.

~ Saturn

[Cover photo is an edit I made using a screencap by lauren_590 on weheartit]

“Come on, it’s perfectly safe.”

Kristoff regarded the pulley system with more than a degree of trepidation. He’d just seen her do it, yes, but she was approximately one third of the size (and weight) of him.

“I am... not sure about this.” He tugged nervously at his collar as he spoke, and in spite of his words he had started stepping out of the window and onto the swinging plank of wood that now looked extremely precarious.

Both feet were firmly on it, and it still hadn’t collapsed to the ground that was currently five storeys away. Relieved, but honestly slightly surprised at his good fortune, Kristoff made short work of using the mechanism to pull himself up to where Anna was already perched.

Gingerly, Kristoff stepped onto the roof of the dormer window, and unceremoniously managed to sit down beside her. From here, Arendelle looked like a small painting of rooftops and chimney pots, an artist’s rendering of a perfect and unreal kingdom.

Of course, Kristoff was familiar with the kingdom, having seen it both up close and from high in the mountains. He wasn’t sure if it was the new angle or his present company that made him see it in a new way now. It looked warm, and familiar, bathed in the golden orange light of a lovely summer’s evening.

“So, feistypants, I know I should be looking at more than just the view.” He turned to her, and she grinned up at him in a way that was so open and affectionate that he thought his heart might burst.

“Okay, just, give it a few minutes.”

He took her hand in his own. Hers was small - so small! - and delicate and warm. Kristoff thought he’d never get used to the fact that she was happy to be his, and that he could hold this hand whenever he wanted (which was all the time). Idly, she took her free hand and placed it on top of their conjoined fingers.

For a few moments, they sat together in silence, just enjoying each other’s company. Then, Anna looked again at the view, gasped, and pointed to where he should be looking. “Now! Look, Kristoff, look at it!”

The sun had begun to set, and the sky had turned a beautiful shade of peachy pink. It bathed the mountains, fjord, and town in its ethereal light.

“Isn’t it amazing?” Anna sighed, and leaned into his arm so her head was resting as close to his shoulder as was possible for her to reach.

“Yeah,” Kristoff murmered, “Yeah it is.”

The sky began to change from pink to vivid orange, and the couple basked in the final moments of fleeting warmth from the day. The reflection of the sky on the water of the fjord made it look as though the entire landscape was burning with a radiant fire.

Relaxing further, Kristoff untangled their clasped hands to wrap an arm over her shoulder and pull Anna closer to him. She snuggled into his side, nestling her head into his chest and her arm over his stomach.

In a final display of its light, the sun slowly transformed the sky from orange to red. Arendelle and its surrounding landscape of fjords and mountains looked almost otherworldly. He continued staring as the red faded to the warm wrap of navy blue night.

“This is my favourite part,” Anna whispered, and Kristoff took that to mean that he should keep waiting.

A vibrant green ebbed across the landscape of infinite sky as he watched the stars coming into view. It was joined by brilliant flashes of blue, purple, and pink, all dancing across the inky night in a dazzling display that felt as though it was meant for only them.

“I always loved nights like this,” Anna said softly. “Growing up, I could never sleep when I knew the sky looked like this. When we were little, I used to go and wake up Elsa so she could see it too. I guess I just wanted the company since I wasn’t going to bed any time soon.” She laughed quietly, enjoying the memories. “And then when we got older, and it was just me, nights like this when I could sit in a window or on the roof and watch the sky, well... it was one of the few things that made me feel a little less lonely. I thought that, when the sky was like this, it was awake. And I was awake too. It’s silly-”

“It’s not.” Kristoff firmly stopped her before she could dare apologise for or diminish her confession. “It’s beautiful. And I’m glad you had that comfort.”

She was quiet for a moment, and Kristoff didn’t interject her silence. He let her collect her thoughts. “Thank you,” she said finally. “I’m glad I had that too.”

“When I was little, and Bulda and Cliff first took me and Sven in, I asked about the lights. I’d been obsessed with them - I used to stay up all night to watch them too. The way the reflect on ice is just incredible...” He trailed off, then caught himself, cleared his throat, and carried on. “Bulda told me that it was the gods painting a picture. I always liked that explanation.

“And the lights always seemed to appear right when I was having a bad day, or feeling lonely or useless or whatever. It was comforting to think that the gods were creating a work of art that was just for me.”

“I like that explanation too,” Anna said softly. “Now the gods are painting a picture that’s just for us.”

The warmth of her body lulled him to a state of utter tranquility. Anna relaxed into the deep breaths she felt beneath her, cuddling ever closer to settle against his calm embrace. They continued to gaze at lights that grazed across the night sky, sharing in each other’s rapt attention as they enjoyed the spectacle in peace.

“Kristoff?”

“Mm?”

“I’m really happy that I’ve got you to see the lights with from now on.”

Softly, he leaned down and kissed her softly on the top of her head. “You can wake me up to see them with you any time, Anna. Even when we’re old and grey.”

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val-2201 · 3 years

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Kristanna Week Day 4

GREEN: nature

#kristanna #kristannaweek2020 #kristanna week 2020 #kristoff #anna #frozen #my art #I enjoyed doing the background for this one #also lets say it wasa nice walk through the forest #because Kristoff wanted to ask a very important question #💍👀

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upthenorthmountain · 3 years

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So How Did You Two Meet

Hello tumblr and happy Kristanna Week! I have written you some modern AU nonsense.

So How Did You Two Meet?

Part One - Anna

Well this one day I was at work and I was talking to Jessica - she used to sit at the desk next to me but she doesn’t any more. She got moved over to - it doesn’t matter. But she used to sit next to me and we’re chatting, and she says, Anna what you need is just a nice, decent man who’ll be nice to you. And I say, Well of course I don’t want a NOT NICE man but when you describe someone as ‘nice’ it just sounds dull, you know? And she says, Haven’t your last few boyfriends been a bit TOO exciting. Aren’t you ready for someone who just likes you and is nice to you. And I’m like, I don’t know. Maybe. But also I think that it does sound a bit dull, to be honest.

Then she’s like, Because Sven has a friend. Sven’s her boyfriend. She says, Sven has a friend, and I say, Good for him, but I’m thinking HMM because this is clearly where the whole conversation has been going. Sven has some boring friend who can’t find anyone because he’s so dull and I’m going to be set up with him and I’m going to have to do it because Jessica is MY friend and I guess I’m not seeing anyone right now so I mean why not? No reason why not. And I’ve met Sven a couple of times and HE’S not dull, he’s really friendly and outgoing and if she’d led with ‘Sven has a friend’ I might have been a bit more enthusiastic. But anyway.

So I say, If this guy is so great, why is he single. This is a very good question to ask whenever your friends try and set you up with anyone. Because there is always a reason and they always know what it is. And Jessica says, because he broke up with his girlfriend a couple of months ago. And they were together for years but they were like on-and-off all that time and Jessica and Sven never liked her so they want him to meet someone new before he goes back to what’s-her-face and probably marries her or something and they’re all stuck with her. So now I’m like Great, you want me to date your friend who is definitely still in love with someone else? And she says, No, he’s been broken up with her this time for way longer than ever before so we’re hopeful, but we want to get this locked down. Go and flutter your eyelashes at him for an evening so at least he realises he’s got Options.

So anyway I ask her for more details about this man and she says his name is Kristoff but he’s not Swedish like Sven, he’s Norwegian. And he’s a tree surgeon. So I say Well why didn’t you open with ‘he’s some kind of Viking lumberjack’ because that would DEFINITELY have got my attention and she says he’s not a lumberjack, a tree surgeon is different, but I’m not so sure. And then she just throws in that he’s 6’3” and nearly as broad across the shoulders and I’m like, to hell with it, you know? I will go to dinner with the tall blond Scandinavian man who either chops down trees or lovingly nurtures them back to health, I’m not fussed, those both sound good to me. Even if he is Nice. Maybe that’ll be like a palate cleanser.

So she sets it up and I meet him at the restaurant and he really is very tall and for some reason I was expecting blue eyes but they’re brown and when he smiles it’s with his whole face and long story short my sister - I flatshare with my sister - phoned me two days later to ask if I was ever coming home and in the end I did because I needed some clean clothes for work but then I left again. Believe me, he was more than nice, if you know what I mean.

And now we’re getting married!

He’s just over there. You can’t miss him, you can always see the top of his head, it’s very handy in crowds and things. Kris! Over here!

What’s that? Oh, they just asked how we met.

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Part Two - Kristoff

Through friends.

#kristanna #kristanna week 2020 #kristannaweek2020 #modern au #fanfic #yes I absolutely thought of the punchline first and worked back from there

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bad-at-names-and-faces · 3 years

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Red: fire, passion, rage

A set of four drabbles from my canon divergence AU...

Red

The autumn leaves were a deep red in the clearing. Elsa had told Anna her plan to stay with the Northuldra and the spirits, which meant that Anna would now be Queen, and now Anna was sitting alone while everyone else made plans to head back south to Arendelle.

“Hey.” Anna heard the painfully familiar, gentle voice behind her. “Can I join you?” Kristoff asked as she turned around, smiling sadly.

“Of course!” she insisted, “You’re always welcome.”

“Elsa told me…”

Anna nodded.

“I’ll help you get back to Hans,” he said, “and then-”

“No,” she grabbed his hand, “Please…”

Fire

The fire from the lantern cast a glow over the wagon.

“They’re both asleep!” Anna whispered, climbing over to the front with Kristoff.

“How are you doing?” he asked her, keeping his eyes straight ahead.

“I’m fine,” she replied, suspiciously cheerful.

“You’re sure?”

“They’ll be fine. Hans knows what he’s doing.”

“He knows how to run a kingdom.”

Anna began crying.

“Hey, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s the first time I’ve been away from him since he was born,” she sniffed.

“Come here,” Kristoff said, putting his arm around her.

“Thank you, Kristoff,” she yawned, leaning her head on his shoulder.

Passion

Kristoff pulled away from the kiss. “Anna, no, we can’t.”

“Please, Kristoff,” she pleaded, “tomorrow night, we’ll be back in Arendelle, and everything will be just as it was.”

“It’s not gonna be the same-”

“Yes, I’m the Queen now. You have to do what I say,” she teased, pulling him to her.

“Anna!” Kristoff kissed her forehead. “Don’t do this to me.”

“I wish I’d listened,” she sighed, holding back tears as she sat down.

“Listened?”

“When you told me I shouldn’t marry him.” she looked up, eyes filled with passion. “Some days, I wish I’d married you instead.”

Rage

“Kristoff!” Anna hissed as his cart entered the castle gates.

“Anna!” Kristoff gasped, not expecting to see anyone in the early summer morning twilight.

“You’ve got to get out of here,” she whispered, running up to him, “Hans knows.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“How can you be sure?”

“He wasn’t in a rage, in fact he was very calm… it won’t do to have anything happen to me or the children. I think we can count on that much.”

“Is that what he really said?”

“Please, Kristoff, just go… they’ll be safe enough.”

“But will you be safe?”

#kristannaweek2020 #day 1 #kristanna #canon divergence

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bellrin-go · 3 years

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Kristanna week : Orange

Hello. I'm glad to join kristanna week!

kristoff and Anna's actions are called Pepero games. (Korean Chocolate Pocky)

#kristannaweek2020 #kristanna #kristanna fanart #Kristoff #Anna #My fanart

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kristannashoe · 3 years

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I couldn’t ignore the color red prompt.

But this is my submission for Kristanna Week 2020. Just a bit of King and Queen fluffy smut. I hope y’all enjoy!

‼️Mature Content‼️

#kristannaweek2020 #kristanna #kristoff and anna #disney frozen #kristoff #anna of arendelle

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punkpoemprose · 3 years

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I Love You Pumpkin- A Kristanna Week “Yellow” Fic

Universe: Modern AU Rating: G (It’s just fluff y’all) Length: 2826 Words

For day 3, yellow, I went with concepts of “harvest” and “joy” to make a little pumpkin farm date AU. I threatened to write one of these a while back after going on a pumpkin farm date with my boyfriend, but didn’t finish it for Halloween. I hope y’all will enjoy it anyway!

Anna took Kristoff's hand as he helped her out of his truck. He was, as always, the most courteous man she'd ever met. It was just in his nature, she thought, to take care of others. Since they'd started dating she'd truly come to notice and appreciate just how second nature it was for him to help.

It was one of the things she loved most about him, his willingness to step up and support her. She was glad for it, because it coincided with a particular inability on his part to ever say no to her. She knew that it was silly to plan a whole day around going to a pumpkin farm meant for children without bringing any children along, and yet when she'd suggested it, he'd just smiled and nodded and let her make the arrangements appropriately.

"I'm so excited!"

She was barely able to contain her desire to bounce up and down in her seat when she spotted a little hand painted sign with the farm's name just ahead on the path leading away from the gravel parking lot. She hadn’t ever gone to a pumpkin farm, at least not that she could remember. Her family didn’t do many outings at all after Elsa got sick, and while she’d been reassured by many that she hadn’t missed out on much, she still felt that she had missed something.

Kristoff understood. He’d had all those childhood experiences that Anna craved, but he’d had them after turning eight, when his parents adopted him and strove to give him the childhood that every other normal kid had. He understood that while most people didn’t think a trip to the pumpkin farm was important, it was important to Anna. For him, she knew, that was enough a reason to take the half hour drive.

"I noticed," he teased, squeezing her hand a couple times as he swung the passenger side door shut, "You were bouncing your foot the whole way here. You only do that when you're nervous or excited and I figured my driving couldn't have been that bad, so it must just be the pumpkin farm anticipation."

Anna smirked, squeezing his hand back and rocking up onto her tiptoes to press a kiss against his cheek.

“You’re an excellent driver. I trust you completely. I don’t even grab onto the door like I do when Elsa drives.”

He grinned at the compliment and chuckled at the mention of her sister’s driving. It wasn’t exactly a secret that Elsa was a bit of a distracted driver, often too caught up in her own thoughts to notice someone in front of her braking until the last second.

She pressed close to his side as he led them toward the gravel path that led to the pumpkin farm. It was a warm afternoon for autumn, the morning had been frosty but the light breeze didn’t chill Anna in her flannel and bluejeans, nor did it seem to affect Kristoff. It carried on it the scent of popcorn and something sweet.

“I read on the website that they have a fudge house,” he said, either noticing the scent for himself or being somehow able to sense Anna’s mouth already watering, “Is that going to have to be our first stop, or?”

Anna shook her head as the many small buildings of the farm came into her view. She could see the sign posts just ahead pointing to the different attractions offered by the farm, among them being spooky displays, a haunted haywagon ride, a small family friendly corn maze, a barnyard, and of course, the pumpkin patch. Sprinkled between there were small shops selling snacks and small trinkets that Anna already knew she’d be picking up before they left.

“Of course not. They have a barnyard, we have to start there.”

She felt Kristoff bump into her side playfully and rocked her hip over to bump him in return.

“Of course, how could I be so foolish. It’s not as if you’ve ever seen a chicken or pig or goat before.”

She had, on more than one occasion, visited his family’s small farm and while there petted their livestock and most recently spent time picking apples from their orchard. She hadn’t been raised in a large city, but she had been far enough into town that she hadn’t spent much time around animals as a child. Helping her collect eggs for his mother and bringing her to see their newest goat when it was newborn were other ways he’d tried to help fill in gaps for her. They were experiences she treasured, particularly the memory of him, hand over hand, helping her to bottle feed the small kid.

“I’ll have you know sir,” she said with mock annoyance, “That they have a mini horse.”

He lifted both hands in surrender, picking up hers with his as he did so, not releasing it even as he teased her.

“Well then, that changes everything.”

***

After the time spent speaking in a baby voice to the miniature horse, Anna brought Kristoff along with her to look into each and every little display set up on the property. They tossed coins into a witch’s cauldron in return for a wish, watched as a skeleton popped out of a steamer trunk, and spent some time listening to children speaking to a giant talking pumpkin, asking her questions about her life to which she promptly replied.

“You’d be great at that job,” Kristoff mentioned as an aside as they walked away from the children.

“Being the lady on the other end of the microphone in the pumpkin?”

“Well,” Kristoff offered, “I don’t think she’s actually in the pumpkin, I assume it’s an intercom situation, but yes. You’re great with kids and you’re smart so I think you’d come up with quick answers and keep the magic for them.”

Anna felt her heart skip at the compliment, but Kristoff carried on walking them toward the fudge house like it had been nothing to say something so kind. She often wondered whether he knew how much he affected her when he said things like that, or when he casually reached for her hand, or when he kissed her, even chastely. There were days where she thought she might catch fire under the warmth and multitude of his affections, and he never acted as if it were anything more than natural.

She sometimes imagined a future where he was like that with their kids, kind and loving, doling out praise and affection easily and with little pomp and circumstance. His free way of giving affection, even when he was cranky and acting gruff was one of her favorite things about him.

“I guess I should inquire for next season then if things don’t go well with my teaching job.”

He smirked and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek quickly as they walked behind a building out of the sight of prying eyes.

“They love you there, you’re the best third grade teacher they’ve ever had. I saw the crayon drawings on your fridge to prove it. I don’t expect you’ll need the job. Unless of course, you’re planning on buying enough fudge to fill my truck, because then you might want to think about it.”

***

She didn’t buy enough fudge to fill his truck in the least, buying two large pieces, one for herself and one to give her sister if she didn’t eat it on the ride home. Kristoff had bought them both cider and doughnuts that they called an unhealthy pre-dinner snack before buying their tickets for the corn maze and hay wagon ride.

The afternoon had dimmed down and night approached nearer, and while the corn maze hadn’t been much match for them, Kristoff being able to see the exit the whole time due to the way they’d cut the corn down shorter for the kids, the hayride proved to be quite fun. As they passed by different “haunts” on the path the tractor and wagon took, they worked together to spot little secrets or decorations that made the displays even more interesting.

Kristoff had been the one to notice a lightning rod in the woods behind Frankenstien’s monster, and Anna had been the one to tell him that one of the monster masks on the trees had been painted, scuffed up, and generally repurposed from a kid’s superhero costume. A scarecrow with glowing eyes caught Anna off guard, and Kristoff had taken the opportunity to pull her closer to his side as she jumped.

While it wasn’t truly frightening, and while the air wasn’t quite cold yet, Anna had been happy to have the excuse to cuddle in close to him. Leaning her head against his shoulder as they chatted a bit more about the displays and discussed their thoughts on what pumpkin they should purchase before leaving.

***

“We have to get the ugly one Kris,” she said, purposefully giving him puppy dog eyes and sticking out her lower lip.

Of course she knew that the theatrics were unnecessary and that he would consent to any pumpkin she chose, but it was all part of the fun. She had to convince him to love the oddly shaped, warty, off kilter pumpkin as much as she did.

“No one else will pick him, and he deserves a home for Halloween. It’s like the tree in Charlie Brown. It’s not such a bad little pumpkin.”

Looking directly at her, she saw him trying to hold a stone face. His eyes betrayed too much mirth though, for any real protest to be present in his thoughts.

“Maybe,” he said with a sigh, a smile forming quickly on his lips as he cracked, “If we carve enough out of the one side, he’ll balance better. If not I’ll grab some shims and we’ll give him a support system to keep him standing up on the porch.”

She excitedly lifted the pumpkin from the ground at his approval and acted as if she didn’t watch his hands twitch as she carried the large gourd towards the checkout stand. Many others had caught her eye as they walked through the neat rows of pumpkins and squash, but this oddly shaped one had called to her. It was awkward to carry, and while Kristoff didn’t offer to take it from her as she hefted it along, she saw him in her periphery putting his hands into his pocket so as to not reach for it.

“I’ll pay the man,” he said, clearly not being ready to watch the balancing act that would ensue if Anna were to hold the pumpkin in one arm and try to riffle through her purse with the other.

She thought it might be funny to attempt it, if only to see his crabby side come out for a moment. He was never mean, of course, but he did sometimes grumble like an old man, and she often found it enjoyable to kiss the crankiness out of him.

It was a pastime of hers that she found he also enjoyed.

With the pumpkin paid for and their adventures concluded for the day, they set off for his truck once more, the sky getting darker by the minute, but still bright enough to see quite well by.

“So,” he asked as he loaded their pumpkin into the back of his truck, paying particular attention to ensuring that it would not roll despite its odd shape’s propensity to do so, “Was this the pumpkin farm experience of your dreams?”

Anna nodded, seeing the pumpkin successfully loaded, and turning to open the door to the truck.

“All that I could dream of and more,” she said, patting her purse where the remainder of her chocolate fudge, as well as her sister’s piece were located, “Thank you for coming with me. I had a great time.”

He stepped around to her side of the truck, offering her his hand as she stepped up to enter the cab, releasing it only when she was seated so that he could close the door behind her.

She watched from the passenger seat as he shoved his hands back into his pockets and walked around the truck to enter his side.

There was a bit of an odd look on his face, like he was mulling something over in the short five step walk. His hand was still in his pocket when he opened the door with the other and climbed in, swinging it shut, a bit awkwardly, with the hand that was not in the pocket.

“I’m glad you had fun… I’d like to make everyday… no, that’s not it…”

He was mumbling a bit and Anna offered him a confused look and a tilt of her head. He wasn’t usually a man who started saying something and cut himself off unless he was still thinking about what he wanted to say, or unless he was trying to say something important.

“Anna, everyday I’m with you is an adventure. I never thought that I was the type of man who wanted to wake up to a surprise everyday, but I guess it’s no surprise that I love you, and if pumpkin farm dates and ugly gourds and small animals are what you love then I guess I love those things too. If you’ll let me, I want take you on adventures, and hold your hand for as long as we can.”

He pulled his hand from his pocket, and in the quickly dimming light of the afternoon turned evening, she saw a small shining ring in his large palm.

“Anna, what I want to ask you is… will you make me the happiest man alive and do me the honor of letting me call you my wife?”

***

The ring was beautiful and unique, the stone in the center being a beautiful yellow-orange, flanked on either side by smaller stones set into leaf-like shapes. Anna could hardly breathe, let alone speak, so for a moment she simply flapped her hands in surprise as the tears rolled down her cheeks. She nodded yes quickly, and managed to choke it out as he watched her with a shy smile.

“I’m sorry this wasn’t as special as I wanted it to be, but I’ve been trying to find the right time for weeks, and I tried to take you out to dinner last week but I got called into work and I wanted to do it with your sister there so you could have her and…”

Anna leaned across the console of his truck and wrapped her arms around him, the hug not quite as full as she wanted it to be with the separation. She kissed him fully on the lips when she got him close enough, stopping his apology in the middle as she showed him exactly how perfect he’d made the proposal, and every moment of every day before it since they’d met.

They sat like that for a long while, pulling each other close and kissing and smiling and wiping away happy tears, until finally he slid the ring onto her finger and they were content to take a moment to breathe with their hands clasped atop the console.

“I was so nervous tonight,” he admitted, his thumb running along hers as he spoke.

She shot him a look of surprise, then laughed.

“You didn’t seem nervous at all. You never seem nervous when we’re alone together.”

He smiled at her in return and shook his head, “I was checking my pocket every ten seconds for the ring and then I kept wondering everytime we did something. Is it the right time? Should I propose in front of the mini-horse or on the hayride?”

She couldn’t help but snort at the idea of being proposed to in front of a miniature pony. She probably would have loved it in the moment though, given it was Kristoff proposing.

“This was perfect. Just you and me, in your car, knowing that we’ll get to show all our friends and family later but just having the moment for ourselves. It was perfect.”

“Well, just so we don’t slight anyone… we could send the mini horse a wedding invite.”

She swatted him playfully and fell back into her seat, releasing his hand so that she could put on her seat belt.

“Or we could head to your parents house now and inform them… and maybe also the goat.”

“Do you want the goat in the wedding?”

“No,” she said, mentally making note to call her sister as soon as they were on the road and have her meet them at Kristoff’s parent’s place, “But if we have it on the farm it would be rude not to invite all the residents.”

She heard his laugh, rich and joyful, before she felt his arms wrap around her again, pulling her as close as possible for another kiss.

#kristanna #kristannaweek2020 #modern AU #oneshot #pumpkin farm AU #lightly proofread but we still die like men

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