Little Things
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Anna furrowed her eyebrows, frustrated with a constant, groaning noise from downstairs. It was extremely difficult to concentrate on her studies with the continuous noise, and on top of the distraction of it, it was also kind of gross.

But she summed it up to being Olaf and Sven, doing something together. What they were doing, Anna had no clue. But then again, she didn't care.
It was too annoying to figure out or worry about.

But then again, it could've also been a reason to get out of her most hated subject, mathematics.
At this thought, Anna leaped out of her arm chair, and hurried down the stairs. She almost tripped on a few steps, and when she almost fell flat on her face, a figure wrapped in a dark, mahogany colored blanket trudge over to the sitting room, luckily passing the stairs.
The figure caught Anna, making the unknown person's blanket fall to the floor.
Anna laughed awkwardly, tightening her grip on her savior's shirt so she wouldn't fall.
It was Kristoff, Anna's boyfriend. But he didn't look like himself.
His wide nose was red and made a sniffly noise when he took a breath. His blonde hair (called unmanly by his troll family), was usually messily kept together, but now it was messily messy. Pieces were sticking out everywhere, parts were sticking up, parted flat down, messily messy.
His clothes were wrinkled- well actually, his slacks were wrinkled. Kristoff was...shirtless.
Anna didn't mind, the only flaw of this was that she would begin to blush uncontrollably.

"A-Anna," Kristoff said stuffily, easily setting her down. He raked his hand through his unkept, blonde hair, pressing a smile on his handsome (in Anna's opinion) face.

Anna smiled brightly, and threw her arms around Kristoff's neck. Despite her burning cheeks, she was on her tiptoes in this position, being he was a few inches taller than her. He chuckled nasally, slouching slightly so she could easily embrace him.
But suddenly pulled away from her, and stumbled back.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, reaching down to pick up his blanket. He wrapped himself like a burrito in it, then waddled over to a couch in the sitting room. He flopped on the couch, and made the familiar groaning noise Anna heard earlier.

"Aww, you're sick?" Anna pouted, sitting beside Kristoff on the couch. She passed her hand through his blonde hair, and smiled slightly at his peaceful state.
He slowly nodded, sighing slightly. "Anna," he frowned, his eyes slowly shutting.
"Don't get so close, you'll get sick too." He muttered, but didn't do anything about it as she played with his hair.

"Sit up, Kristoff." Anna insisted, then stood up, making his head that rested in her lap crash to the seat of the couch.
Kristoff grumbled, and Anna could've sworn she heard him curse, but dismissed it. She opened the closet door, and pulled out multiple pillows.

"Here we go," Anna grinned, and returned to Kristoff's side.
He was sitting on the edge of he couch, and he was rubbing both of his eyes tiredly.
Anna pouted her bottom lip out at his illness, and propped up pillows behind him.
"There." She smiled as he relaxed onto the fluffy pillows.
Ignoring his plea to leave him alone,

He mumbled something, his eyes squeezed shut. Anna tilted her head, and for the first time in a few days, she got to /really/ see Kristoff's face.
It was okay, she thought. He wouldn't catch her, he was sick, tired, most likely sleeping already.
Anna knew this, because when she was sick, Kristoff took care of her. And he would always say how they would be talking, and she would doze off in the middle of his sentences.

Anna softly brushed his blonde bangs away from his face, and noticed all the little things, that didn't seem so little anymore.
He had the slightest amount of freckles, barely visible to the eye. She counted them all, and it was difficult, because they were faded and small. But she counted all 23.
Also, she noticed his tone. He wasn't the tannest man alive, but he wasn't pale as the snow like most of the ice harvesters she would see whenever he took her to work with him.
He was the perfect in-between.

Also, his nose. She loved his nose because, he always made a big deal about it being so big and wide, but it set him apart from most people. He thought that was /horrible/, especially when they would kiss, he'd forget to slightly tilt his head, and end up making it an awkward position.
He'd end up blushing like crazy, and wouldn't kiss her for the rest of the day unless she'd beg him to, "It's okay!" and, "C'mon, it was /adorable/."
And then he'd roll his eyes, and lecture her about adjectives, and how he wasn't and wouldn't be classified as "adorable," and then grin and kiss her forehead and say, "Unlike you, you're adorable, beautiful, awkward, you're perfect.."
And he'd go on listing all the things he thought of her.
And "feisty," was usually included.
And if she was lucky, after every word he'd use to describe her, he would plant little kisses on her forehead, her nose, etc.

Kristoff slowly turned, and muttered something groggily.

"Wha-" Anna started, then cut herself off. That was another thing, he spoke in his sleep sometimes.
She scooted closer to him, trying to make out his words.
Most of them were miscellaneous, they didn't even make sense, or belong together in the same sentence.
But she only understood one, a sentence, actually. And it wouldn't be fair to count it as a dream speech, because his eye lids slowly opened, revealing chocolatey brown eyes, with little specks of golden, something else Anna noticed. And what he said, he said with a wide smile, as wide and beautiful as an ill person could smile.
"I love you."