Touch

Anna was hardly touched as a child. Her parents were too busy with Elsa, with Arendelle, with the servant's. So she savored every moment in those early years. After her parents died, all contact stopped. The servant's weren't allowed to touch her. Elsa still wouldn't look at her. Three years passed without skin on her skin. It wasn't until she met Hans that she realized how much she missed it. He touched her face, touched her hair, held her waist as they danced. The night was magical. It all turned out to be a lie. But it was a magical lie.

When she met Kristoff he nearly knocked her over for some carrots. Even still, he didn't touch her. She threw supplies at his belly and carrots at his head, argued with him in the sled, tossed Olaf around. She was used to it, so she didn't notice. Her mind was full of her sister and Hans and Arendelle. She never realized he didn't so much as shake her hand. The first time he touched her, really touched her, was her trust fall into his arms. He hadn't just touched her. He had enveloped her. The sensation had been dizzying. He smelled manly, like pine and sweat. His muscles pressed against her knees, her shoulders, his honey brown eyes looking at her in surprise. Luckily, he believed her gasp was just her reaction to falling. She tried to brush it off. Seeing Elsa distracted her at first. Then her sister struck her heart.

Suddenly Kristoff was touching her all the time. He supported her when she fell back. He caught her when the trolls tossed her. He heled her to him even as he declared he was taking her to Hans. Slicked boots and smooth dancing didn't seem so appealing by the time they reached the castle. Her senses were filled with mountain man. The servant's led her away, no one noticing when she turned to look back at him. Her insides had chilled the moment he released her. Her hopes sank. Hans wasn't going to be enough. But Kristoff was already walking away.

Everything that happened with her sister couldn't wipe the feel of his burly arms around her, or the feel of his warmth seeping through her chilled skin. Elsa's had agreed quickly to buying the sled. Anna had a much harder time convincing her to give Kristoff a title. After all, the last man Anna gave anything had nearly killed them both.

Holding his hand had been exciting. Racing across the dock, repaying everything he had done. Happiness had her shaking her fists and biting her lip. He stammered and blushed and for once she initiated a touch. His cheek had been warm beneath her lips, but nothing compared to the fire when his mouth covered hers. Anna found, as her hands curled into his hair and he held her against him, that she liked touching a lot.