"Merry Christmas, Princess." Kristoff handed her the golden wrapped box with the large red bow.
"Ohhh, it's so pretty!" Anna said, smiling at him, "I don't think I could open it."
Kristoff shrugged, "Well, if you don't want it—"
"I didn't say that!" Anna said, holding the present a bit tighter. "I just meant the wrapping is so pretty, shame I'll have to ruin it."
"Alright Feisty pants," He chuckled, "Open it up then."
Anna smiled, turning back to the present and unwrapping the paper (maybe just a bit neater than usual, trying desperately to at least save the bow). Anna gaped as the wrapping fell away, "Is this?"
"Mhmm." Kristoff said, folding his arms across his chest. "Belgian assorted chocolate. Only the best for you!"
Anna didn't even wait for him to finish talking before opening the box, completely pushing aside the fact that the plastic wrapping was already mysteriously missing.
"There's so many, I don't even know which one to eat first!" Anna giggled, biting her lip as she grabbed hold of the sheet with the labeled chocolates. "It's like a treasure hunt without these things. I used to just stick my fingers into them to test them…Elsa used to get so angry. That's when she introduced me to this thing. Now it's so much easier to find what you want." If she had looked up, she would have seen the rising blush on Kristoff's cheeks. "Oh there are the caramel filled ones and the strawberry truffle filled, you can have the cherry filled ones cause BLEH, no. Who came up with that idea?"
"Wish I could tell you." Kristoff said with a nervous cough, "Why not the—"
"Chocolate truffle filled one! YES!" Anna said, looking down into the box and moving her fingers quickly to the delicious, chocolate, yummy goodness. "Hey," Anna said, leaning closer to the box, "Where's the—"
She blinked and leaned in closer. She gasped as she realized her eyes had not, in fact deceived her. Reaching into the small cup, her fingers grabbed hold of the cold silver, diamond ring that sat neatly in the cup. She brought her shaky hand to her now gaping mouth. "Kris?" She whispers, looking to him.
He's on one knee, looking at her with the most lustful eyes that Anna thinks her heart may give out at any second.
"Anna." He whispers, grabbing hold of her hand. "You are my world, my whole life. Nothing in this world made sense till you. Hell, I thought for the longest time that I would be alone for the rest of my life. Who would fall for a grump like me? But you did." He smiled. "I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you, someone so full of life and joy but here you are, with me and I could not be happier. You're like a beacon in this crazy world Anna, always leading me home. Well, actually, you are my home but…gah…I'm messing it up and I had this all planned out...I had practiced so many times…God Ma even helped…Ah, screw it." He takes a deep breath, rubs his thumb across her knuckles. "Anna, will you do me the honor of being my wife?"
A laugh mixed with a sob escapes her and she isn't entirely sure herself if she is overwhelmed with joy or is actually crying but she does know one thing.
"Yes." She manages to say, "Yes."
She's in his arms in a second, laughing and crying along with him. She kisses him, smiling and failing miserably at holding back the sobs. He grabs her hand and slides on the ring, slowly, as if he can't even believe it himself.
They sit in silence, nothing but the light of the Christmas tree and the gentle snowfall outside. He leans in just enough to lay his forehead on hers, her blue eyes getting lost in his brown, his beautiful chocolate browns.
"I love you." He whispers.
"I love you more." She says with a grin. He chuckles,
"I doubt that."