A/N: This is my new Kristanna fic! In this one there is no Hans and Anna and Elsa are not sisters. Anna Curtis is a first year second-grade teacher at Arendelle Elementary School. Kristoff is raising his younger brother Porter after their parents passed away. Here's the catch, Kris is blind. He and Porter manage with the help of his guide dog Sven and family friends Olaf and Oaken. When Porter is hurt, Fam worker Elsa steps in and Kris and Anna fight to keep Porter and find love along the way.

I have a thing for nontraditional families. I like creating an odd group of people and seeing how they create their own families.

Also, a lot of my knowledge of interaction with a blind person comes from watching Auggie's character on Convert Affairs and the Val Kilmer film At First Sight.

The story will be rated a high T for language and eventual sexy-fun-times. Hope you enjoy!

Who Said Love is Blind?

Chapter 1: First Day of School

Anna Curtis was putting the finishing touches on her classroom. As a first year teacher she was excited to finally be putting her hard earned education to good use. She straightened chairs, adjusted the little notebooks on each student's desk. She went over her class list, all ten students. Arendelle was a small town with only three schools in the whole district; an elementary, middle and a high school. Kids in Arendelle would graduate with the same kids they were in kindergarten with. She walked around each desk saying her students' names.

"Porter Bjorgman, Lisabeth Holland, Oliver Hanson, Hannah Bowman, Julia Stevens, Adam Townsend, Kendra Beal, Trinka Duncan, Nicole Jacobsen, and Tommy Callahan," Anna said. "Six girls and four boys. This is going to be fun." She laid out a welcome sheet and the parents packets on each desk, having already put their names on the papers. Anna would be teaching second grade, her students would be between seven and eight. She had done her student teaching in a much larger classroom, there had been nearly thirty students in the class. This very small class size will be manageable. She looked up at the clock, there was still an hour before her students were due to arrive. She had time to make a coffee run and be back just in time to greet her little darlings.

"Porter, man!" Kristoff Bjorgman shouted from the bottom of the stairs. "Your breakfast is getting cold! Let's pick up the pace just a bit."

What sounded like a herd of elephants, eight year old Porter Bjorgman ran down the ramps that connected the different levels of the Bjorgman house. The first thing someone would notice about the Bjorgman house is that it's spotlessly clean. The second thing you'd notice would be that what would be sharp corners have all been rounded out. Normally a home housed by two boys would be a disaster to behold but for the Bjorgman boys, messy isn't an option, at least not in common areas. See Kris, the older brother was blind, the reason not important. Bulda, Kris's mom, did her absolute best with Kris. Found him the best schools and tutors. Olaf and Oaken, their best friends, helped redesign the house to take out all the stairs and replace them with ramps so Kris wouldn't ever hurt himself on stairs. Until Kris was nearly seventeen, it had just been him and his parents. Then Porter, their miracle boy was born. Bulda and Pabbie had tried for years after Kris to have another child but it hadn't been in the cards. Then when they decided that Kris was enough their miracle came. Kris was eighteen and was less than thrilled to have a baby brother.

Porter was now eight and Kris was twenty-six and it had just been the two of them for three years now. Bulda and Pabbie had passed. They had been in a car accident and that left Kris to raise Porter on his own. They fought like brothers and Kris did his best to be a dad to Porter and most days it worked. They had their struggles but with Olaf and Oakie, they managed.

"You got everything for school?" Kris asked Porter as the little boy slid into his chair at the table. Kris stood at the kitchen counter, running his hands over the surface to locate his coffee cup. He began to pour his coffee, counting to five as to not overfill the mug. Sven, his guide dog was close by in case of his master needing anything. Sven the agile dalmatian was all about work when he was with Kris. With Porter, the dog was playful and crazy. He adored the little boy and would protect him with the his life. Porter, not big enough to give Sven the walk he needs, helps tire out the dog in other ways. They chase each other through the yard, swam in the pond behind the house.

"Yeah I got everything," Porter said, shoveling spoonfuls of Lucky Charms into his mouth, dribbling milk down his shirt.

Kris stood at the counter, running his hands along the surface until he located his mug. Reaching for the coffee pot he began to pour counting to five, his number to stop before he'd overfill the mug.

"Do you want me to walk with you to the school and meet your teacher?" Kris asked.

"You don't have to," Porter said taking his bowl to the sink to rinse it out and put in the dishwasher.

"What's up bud? You're not going a mile a minute like you normally do."

Porter, normally a happy, bouncy, all over the place little boy seemed down and depressed. "Jake Thompson isn't in my class this year."

Kris flipped through his memory banks to try to remember which of his little brother's friends Jake Thompson was. "Is he the one who's mom has that voice that sounds like it should be on one of those late night ads on Cartoon Network?" Kris asked.

"Yes and gross," Porter said. "He moved to the private school in the next town."

"Well what about Adam and Tommy?" Kris asked, hoping he was remembering the names correctly.

"They're in my class but it's not going to be the same without Jake."

"I know it's tough when a friend moves away," Kris said, kneeling down to his brother's level. "A lot of my friends were all from far away too and I don't get to see them very often anymore."

"You don't see anyone at all," Porter said, making the oldest joke in the world for a blind guy.

"Ha ha. Let's get going. Sven, sunglasses."

The dog perked up and wandered around the house and returned with one many pairs of sunglasses Kris owned. Sven is the best friend and companion Kris has ever had. Sven can answer the phone, find lost shoes, socks, get groceries out of the pantry and off the shelf at the store. The dog is an extension of Kris and for Porter, the dog has been there longer than he has. Porter gets his shoes on and waits by the door for his brother and dog. Their house is in the center of the neighborhood where the elementary school is and well within walking distance for most of the students. Porter helps Kris buckle Sven into his harness and holds the leash while Kris grabbed his cane and keys. Olaf and Oakie even fixed the doors to have push button locks so Kris wouldn't have to deal with trying to locate the lock.

Anna waits by the door of her classroom with bated breath for her students to arrive. The coffee she bought wasn't helping matters any. Now instead of just nervous she was hyper-nervous. Voices start to fill the halls and kids come running down the halls to escape overprotective moms. Nervous kindergartners and anxious mothers file outside Miss Hanratty's classroom. Tutu clad little girls headed her way. She greeted each child warmly as they entered the classroom. She looked back out into the hallway and saw the Bjorgman boys.

"Left or right, Porter?" Kris asked standing still holding tight to Sven's harness. The dog wouldn't run off but some uppity parents tend to be weary of all dogs they don't know.

"I don't know. Miss Curtis is a new teacher," Porter said.

"I'm Miss Curtis," Anna said, waving to the boys.

"Go left Kris," Porter said, pulling on his elbow. Kris's head lolls to the left as he follows his little brother and dog towards Anna's classroom.

Anna was struck dumb by the sheer height and width of the man in front of her now. He had to have been at least six to six and a half feet in height and seems to be built of all muscle. He was wearing jeans and a button down flannel shirt and heavy boots. Her heart skipped a beat. She scolded herself for getting all hot and bothered over a parent. She collected herself quickly.

"I'm Anna Curtis," she said, holding out her hand for Kris. She finally noticed the sunglasses and Sven, sitting politely next to the big man. He was blind.

"Kristoff Bjorgman, you can call me Kris, everyone does," Kris said, also holding out his hand.

Anna met him part way and took his hand. Her small hand vanished into his. She looked up at him and wondered what his eyes looked like behind those sunglasses. Not in some sick fascination kind of way of course. Porter off to the side cleared his young throat, breaking the spell that had fallen over his brother and new teacher.

"And this little knucklehead is Porter," Kris said, dropping his hand on his brother's head, effectively messing up the kid's hair.

"I'm not a knucklehead," Porter whined, pushing Kris's hand away.

Bus to work will arrive in ten minutes, a voice from Kris's pocket said.

"And on that note, Miss Curtis it was nice to meet you. Porter man, go to Ollie and Oakie's place after school. They'll feed you and whatnot until I get home. Knuckles."

Anna watched as they gave each other a fist bump. The pair part and Porter walked into Anna's classroom, smiling broadly upon the sight of his two best friends. She watched Kris and Sven make their way down the hallway, her eyes traveling down and sighing at the perfection that was his ass. Get it together Anna. He's the parent of one of your students. You can't be crushing on a student's parent.

The bell rang and Anna joined her ten students, the excitement for her first day of teaching taking over her thoughts of Kris Bjorgman.