AN: Just a really short drabble. I know it's not the best, but I put it down in a few minutes. I might "revive" my Fanfiction account and post more often.

This fic is based off of art of the same name. Link to the artist in my profile.

Kristoff Bjorgaman was quite the enigma. He was one of the gruffest, grumpiest, and just plain anti-social people you'll ever meet. So it came as a surprise to many to learn that he could play the lute with such skill. His hands that had be calloused and scarred by many a years of ice harvesting, could glide upon the strings with ease, and make quite a few delightful tunes to boot.

Something that was even more of a surprise to most is that he and the lovely Princess Anna were deeply in love. Given that she was bubbly, goofy, spunky and just the epitome of good energy, it did seem odd that she would go for someone like Kristoff.

But she was able to see what others didn't. He was one of the sweetest, soft hearted and bravest gentlemen you'd ever meet and she knew that of all people, of course Kristoff could play with such skill. After all, a She loved to hear him play, and to know that it was just her that he was playing for during the cold nights they would spend together.

And for Kristoff, she was the light of his world. She brought the best out of him, and it brought him the greatest joy to bring make her as happy as he could. And if him playing on the lute made her happy, then you could be darn sure he was going to.

So every time she asked, "play for me?"

With a glint in his eye he would reply, "of course, Feisty pants."