Summary: In which Anna proposes. At the worst possible time.
Sign: Gemini
Pairing: Kristanna
Rating: K
Kristoff led not his troops up the stairs to the top floor of the warehouse carefully, making sure to make no noises loud enough to alert the enemy. Keeping his hand on the trigger of his gun, he stopped at the top of the stairs and looked around the corner, searching for any sign of the enemy. Once he made sure nothing was there, he turned around and faced his troops. They all were kneeling, staring at him expectantly.
We will break in at my signal. He signed to the soldiers.
Anna, who was at the front of the troop, gun at the ready and red pigtail braids tucked into her helmet, raised her hand. Wait!
What is it?
Anna paused for a moment, before pointing at Kristoff, then herself. You and me- She pounded her fists together, grinning at him. Let's get married!
Three.
Two.
One.
Kristoff nearly shrieked in disbelief. Of all the times to propose – she chose now? And wasn't it him who was supposed to be proposing? Of course, Anna had never been one to follow the rules – wait, that wasn't the problem! They were on a mission! It wasn't the time for proposals!
Which is exactly what he told Anna through hand signals, waving his hands furiously in the air.
I want an answer! Come on, you have two choices, and they're both one word, unless you wanted to say something really romantic like, 'of course I'll marry you, Anna, you're the most wonderful girl in the world'-
Can't you just wait? Kristoff signed, interrupting Anna's quickening hand signals. She had a bad habit of moving her hands so quickly everyone around her found it rather hard to understand what she was trying to say.
No!
Kristoff made a handgun out of his hand and put it to his head. Are you crazy?
Anna held up two fingers. Want me to propose twice?
You're so stubborn!
Anna put her fingers to her head, and concentrated. Somehow Kristoff understood what she was trying to tell him, even though she wasn't making any gestures. Marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me-
The redhead paused in her thoughts, looking up at Kristoff and glaring stubbornly at him. Kristoff paused for a moment and looked away from Anna, feeling his face heat up. He was a man of science, of course, but that didn't mean he didn't believe in what his parents told him about true love. He didn't remember exactly what they said, but it was something about 'people in true love will understand each other without saying anything' or 'people in true love won't need words to communicate', but he got the message.
Now he understood what they meant.
Kristoff looked back at Anna, who was still glaring at him expectantly. After a second, he put his fingers to his head, doing the same thing Anna had done a moment ago, and thought, I love you, Feisty Pants.
Anna beamed at him, and it embarrassed him even more that she didn't seem the slightest bit embarrassed. After regaining his composure, Kristoff proceeded to lead the mission as he had been doing before, gesturing to the soldiers to follow him. Most of them were torn between grinning and breaking out into laughter, but one intimidating glare from the bulky man stopped them from doing so. But despite the rather intimidating aura he was giving off, he couldn't resist giving a small smile.
Gemini:
Wants her to be honest to her heart.
This one is kinda bad. Blech. Hopefully the other ones will be a lot better. -.-
Coming Next: Genderswapped Kristanna.