Notes: Welcome to a brand new multi-chapter story! I really don't know why I keep doing this to myself... *sigh* Anyway, if you are in the mood for Christmas fluff, look no further! I'm not planning to have any explicitly smutty scenes, but I guess if it happens I'll post that separately. I hope you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen or any of the characters.

Kristoff didn't recognize himself as he looked into the mirror. Sure, there were his familiar brown eyes, but they seemed lost behind the wire rimmed glasses and curly white wig and beard. He didn't look anything like himself, he looked like Santa Claus. Which was probably a good thing, because that was exactly what he was supposed to look like. It was just a weird sight to see in the mirror.

He adjusted his glasses again, thankful that the props department had been able to find some clear plastic glasses instead of the typical reading glasses they gave to most Santas. He was proud of his 20/20 vision and wasn't particularly interested in ruining it just so he could play Santa Claus for the children of Arendelle. Not that he wasn't looking forward to it, it was just that he wasn't always comfortable around other people. He prefered the company of his family to that of strangers, but he had promised Pabbie that he would take his place this year. It was just his luck that they had found a costume to fit him.

"Mr. Bjorgman? The crew is setting up on the second floor. Are you ready?"

He turned away from the mirror to see Hans Westerguard, the owner of the mall's youngest son, who had been given the reins of Santa Land for his first managerial role out of school. Kristoff had only met him twice, but he wasn't fond of him. There was something about him that felt off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it, so he tried to stay on his good side. He didn't want to break his promise to Pabbie just because he couldn't get along with a prick who was only there due to the beauty of nepotism.

"As ready as I'll ever be," he said with a shrug of his shoulders and followed his new boss out of the dressing room.

When he reached Santa Land, Kristoff was surprised by how many people were milling about. There were two college aged girls dressed in elf suits and another woman who, from behind, looked like she must be Mrs. Claus. The red velvet suit was a dead giveaway. There was also a small stable off to the side of the chair where he was going to sit, where a real live reindeer was chomping on carrots being given to him by what was probably his animal trainer.

"I didn't expect this many people," Kristoff admitted to Hans, his eyes wide as he took in all the colors and commotion of what would be his world for the next month and a half. There were snowmen everywhere, skating on a fake icy pond, kissing under boughs of mistletoe, and even decorating the little stable where the reindeer was. It was bright, happy and festive. He wasn't exactly a designer, but he could tell what would bring in children and this was it. It was miles better than what they had had in the past.

Hans shrugged, though he didn't look happy with the set up. "It was put into my hands this year and I wanted to make sure that the Arendelle Mall was able to compete with bigger malls nearby. We haven't had anyone but Santa here since the mall opened twenty years ago, but that doesn't really draw a crowd anymore. Having a Mrs. Claus and elves to help run the queue and take pictures with the children is a big selling point. The reindeer wasn't easy to get either, but if we want children to believe you are the real Santa Claus, we need some authenticity."

"I'm impressed," Kristoff said honestly, even though he wasn't pleased with the bored way the man was speaking. It was obvious he didn't really care for children, and that made Santa Land a weird place to put him.

"You should be. I put a lot of working into fixing it up," Hans said seriously. "Now come with me and I'll introduce you to the rest of the team."

Kristoff started following, but he froze when Mrs. Claus turned around, a grin blossoming on her lips. A thousand memories flashed through his mind at the sight of the all too familiar face. He remembered snowball fights and camping trips, birthday parties and sneaking up into his old tree house in the middle of the night just to have a few moments alone together. He remembered a perfect first date on her fifteenth birthday. He remembered a perfect first kiss and innocent voices whispering words of young love. He remembered everything about his first love… but could it really be her or were his eyes playing tricks on him? Was that really Anna Frederickson? Could it really be her after all these years? He could barely believe his eyes, but it had to be her. No one else had hair that ideal color of strawberry blonde, or talked with her hands in quite that way. He recognized the shape of her jaw and her cheek, the curve of her lips and that perfect aquamarine blue color of her eyes. It was definitely her. And here she was… playing his wife. It was as though fate had dumped her right into his lap. A reward for years of loneliness without her?

When he didn't continue to follow Hans, the man turned around to glare at him, but Anna walked over, all smiles. "Hans, I didn't realize you were coming over here this morning!" she said excitedly, the glimmer of Christmas dancing in her eyes like it always had when they were growing up. She seemed to take notice of him and her smile grew bigger. "Oh! You must be the late addition Santa Claus. I heard that the one that is usually here was sick and couldn't manage it this year. I'm Anna!"

He held out his hand to her, feeling as though he were in some kind of dream. Her hand even felt the same in his, all soft skin and small, delicate fingers. "We've met before," he told her, wondering if she would remember him. It had been eight years after all, so much had changed. Hell, he knew that he wasn't the same eighteen year old, wide eyed kid and he knew that Anna must have changed a lot since she was fifteen.

"Have we?" she asked curiously. Her brow wrinkled in concentration as she looked at him. When she studied his eyes, her own slowly widened in disbelief. "K-Kristoff? Is… is that really you?"

Without waiting for him to respond, she threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly around the neck. He was surprised by the burst of affection, but not at all surprised to realize that she still smelled like wildflowers and cinnamon. "It's been a long time, hasn't it?" he laughed, holding her out at arms length so he could get a good look at her. She looked stunning in a figure hugging, red velvet dress with white fluffy trim. She was like a knock-out Mrs. Claus. He had a feeling there were going to be a lot of single dads coming through the line just for a chance to oggle her at a closer view. Even the married ones might like to sneak a peek. She was breathtaking, after all.

"Eight years," she said breathlessly, obviously still in shock at seeing him again. Her hands remained on his arms, as if she was afraid he might disappear if she let him go. He knew how she felt.

"You two know each other?" Hans asked, cutting in on their private moment.

Anna turned from Kristoff and gave Hans an apologetic smile. "We were childhood sweethearts," she said softly, "grew up right next door to each other."

Hans's eyes shot to Kristoff, narrowing in speculation. "Is that so?"

Kristoff shrugged. "I'm just as surprised as you are. I haven't seen Anna since she moved to the east coast to live with her aunt and uncle," he turned back to Anna, a soft expression in his eyes for her. "I didn't realize you had come back. Why didn't you call me?"

She laughed and placed her hand on his shoulder again, squeezing it gently. "Why don't I show you around and we can catch up. I'm sure Hans has more important things to do than show you the ropes around here. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

Kristoff cringed at the endearment. Sweetheart? Were Anna and Hans…?

Hans looked like he wanted to argue, but he gave her a grim sort of smile. "Of course I do. I'll see you at lunch?" With a smile, he leaned down and kissed Anna's cheek, his eyes focused on Kristoff over her head. Kristoff knew that look. Hans Westergaard, his boss for the next 6 weeks, was telling him to stay away from his girlfriend. Great, he had found Anna and lost her all in the same five minutes. What a day this was turning out to be.

Kristoff watched as Hans stalked away from Santa Land and disappeared into a 'Restricted Access' hallway. He turned to smile down at Anna's beaming face, a warmth growing in his chest just because he was near her again. "So, I guess you should show me around?" he asked her.

"Come on, Kristoff!" Anna laughed, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the others. "I want you to meet Sven!"