Anna tumbled out of bed and winced as she glanced at her alarm clock. Kristoff left in less than an hour and she was just waking up. Pulling a pair of pants from the floor on (two legs at a time, for efficiency…maybe) and trying to run a brush through her hair (wincing as it caught on what seemed to be an entire ship's worth of knots), she hopped around her room getting ready, managing to fall on her face at least twice.

Kristoff was leaving for Iceland to visit his parents (and their reindeer stables), and he had to be early to make sure Sven (his abnormally large golden retriever) managed to get cleared in time to catch the plane. She tripped over a sock in the hallway, falling face first into a rather bare (and muscular) chest.

"Anna?" She turned bright red and stuttered for a moment, righting herself by gingerly pushing off his (naked!) chest.

"I'm sorry! I know you have to leave in like ten minutes, but my alarm didn't go off, and then my hair was standing up, and I tripped again, and, and, and…" He cut her off.

"I put everything by the door, it's fine. Sven's stuff is packed," Kristoff's grin was slightly lopsided, "and I grabbed a couple cans of food for him just in case."

"But are you sure you packed all your stuff?" Anna peered around him, trying to ignore his chest (or at least not drool over it, because he was her roommate, and she totally wasn't interested…totally), "Also, aren't you cold? Why aren't you wearing a shirt, you're supposed to leave in like…" She checked the clock on the wall behind her, "Two minutes!"

Darting past him, Anna made a beeline for the kitchen, pausing only to grab a couple pop tarts from the cupboard before turning in a circle to try and spot Sven.

"He's in the carrier!"

Kristoff's voice floated out of his room, answering her unasked question. At least that was one less thing to worry about. Kneeling to peer into the huge carrier, she grinned as Sven's tongue was the first thing she saw, headed right for her face. Wiping the abundance of dog drool off with the sleeve of her sweater, she turned to see Kristoff emerge from his bedroom, fully dressed and carrying a duffel bag.

"You ready? Everything packed?"

"Yes, everything is packed, and my suitcase is already in the Sled," came the exasperated reply. Kristoff's truck, a remnant of his (extremely recent) college budget, was a total wreck, but he was at loath to part with it, and Anna had nicknamed it the Sled because of it's missing windows, having claimed that riding in it felt like an awful sleigh ride in the park she'd gone on as a teen (with an awful ex, although the reasons for the awfulness of the two things were fairly separate in her mind). He tossed his bag in her direction and heaved up Sven's carrier. "Lets go!"

"Alright, fine, but if you run out of underwear remember that I did remind you!" Anna heaved the strap of the duffel bag over her shoulder and they headed out (he had to remind her to lock the door…again).

They had ended up as roommates by accident, when her (awful) ex boyfriend (who was actually technically an ex fiancee) had kicked her out of their shared apartment and she had made the (not entirely regrettable) decision to find a new place on craigslist. Elsa had, of course, warned her of the dangers and insisted on going with her to the interviews, but the roommate thing had ended up when the first interview she went to was with a somewhat gruff (she maintained he'd been feeling shy) but not-actually-an-axe-murdered-Elsa-I-told-you-so Kristoff. So they'd been doing the roommate thing for almost eight months now, which was over half a year, and it had been working out well (despite the small kitchen fire and Kristoff's insistence on smelling like a high school gym locker-and also his fear of baths, which she suspected had contributed to the smell, and a couple other incidents that she would rather not go into detail about). This was, however, the first time she would be in the basement suite alone, and Kristoff was somewhat concerned about it, and had wrote a list that was like a mile long about how to make sure no one broke in, and how to deal with all kinds of fires, and where all the emergency supplies were, and what to do if there was an earthquake, a tsunami, or a hurricane (she was a little insulted at those, because none of those things usually happened in Seattle). He was kind of a worrywart. Totally unwarranted. Seriously. Okay, so she may be a bit clumsy and forget to lock the door about fifty percent of the time. But it would be fine. Really. What could go wrong?

They got to the airport and (fortunately) found the carts for Kristoff's luggage (the largest part of which was Sven's carrier, which was a little sad for a month long trip) before heading to the baggage check.

"Do you think you'll see any penguins? I think they're really cute, but Elsa says they're kinda weird, but then, she also thinks babies are kind of weird and I think they're adorable. Do you like babies Kristoff? Do you have any baby cousins? Or siblings? Siblings are kinda great, but sometimes they're kinda paranoid, but I don't mind usually. Elsa's silly though, I didn't really burn down the whole kitchen, just like…half of it! And you were totally not a perverted axe murdering psychopath, so she really has no legs to stand on. Except she totally has legs. Do you think-" Kristoff stopped abruptly and she ran into his back, having been following along and chattering at him as he pushed the cart. "What?"

"First, this is the baggage checking line, second, there are no penguins in Iceland." Anna grinned as he manoeuvred the cart through the winding lane, usually he only answered one of her questions at a time (his excuse being that she talked too fast) and she managed to get him to answer two!

"How long do you think this line's gonna take?" She stood on her tiptoes to try and see over the mass of people in front of them, "It's only eight!"

"It'll be awhile, but that's why we're early." She pouted.

"Do you think Sven's okay in his cage? Should we let him out? Do you think he'll be okay on the plane?"

"He's fine. We came here on a plane, so he's done it before." Kristoff moved with the line, sidestepping Anna as she ducked under the barrier to follow him. "You don't have to stay you know. I can take it from here."

"But I wanna say goodbye at the gates! It'll be just like in that movie we watched last week!" Anna pouted.

"I see several problems with your plan," Kristoff tapped her gently on the nose, "First off, you're not allowed past security, second, I didn't watch movie with you last week, that was Olaf, so I have no idea what you're talking about."

"That was only two problems." Anna's nose scrunched and she made a face, reaching out to poke him in the side. He dodged.

"That is more than enough, believe me." Rolling his eyes, he inched the cart forward further. " I really don't need you to stay, and you did mention something about meeting Olaf and Harold after this."

"You mean Marshmallow. And yes, I'm meeting them to go shopping after this, but I don't have to be there for like an hour. And besides, I wanna make sure to say bye to Sven! He's totally gonna miss me. Unlike you, grumpy wumpuss." She stuck out her tongue and leaned around the cart to pat Sven's carrier.

"Don't call me that," He may as well have been talking to a post, for all the good his complaints had done him in the past (or would do him in the present).

"But you are a grumpy wumpuss!" Anna stepped around the cart to peer into the carrier, "Isn't that right Sven?"

People were starting to look at them funny. He shook his head. "Why don't you go grab a hot chocolate at Starbucks?"

"Fiiiiine," a drawn out sign, "Do you want anything?"

"Coffee?" She made a face. Kristoff's coffee was always disgusting, straight up coffee, even though she'd been trying for ages to get him to at least add some sugar. Despite her disgust, she nodded and ducked under the barrier, barely missing a passing flight attendant as she made a beeline for the Starbucks.

She returned twenty minutes later with his coffee and three cookies, munching on a fourth, to find him standing by the baggage drop desks, holding only his duffel bag with Sven's carrier beside him.

He rolled his eyes and reached over the barrier for the coffee, sighing when it took a minute for her to relinquish it.

"You're lucky I waited here for you. What took you so long?" He took a sip, "Did you add sugar to this."

"The line was suuuuuper long, and then I couldn't decide what cookie to get, so I got all of them!" She grinned at him and crouched to look in Sven's carrier, making faces at the dog and ignoring his last question.

"Whatever. Let's get to security. I'm in terminal E." He grabbed Sven's carrier and hauled it up (Sven might need to go on a diet soon), starting towards the security gate.

"Are you sure you have everything?" Anna trailed behind him, tucking the cookie she'd been munching on back in it's paper bag.

"Yes I'm sure. You made me make like six lists!" He rolled his eyes and stopped in front of the gate. " I guess I'll see you when I get back…?"

She grinned at him, stepping up to hug him (he had to move his coffee away so she didn't knock it over. "Yup. I'll pick you up. Just make sure to text me when you leave!"

"Will do. Take care of my truck." He chugged the coffee (sort of…. tried to… it was hot) and tossed out the cup, patting her on the head, "and make sure you lock the door every time you leave the house. And turn off the stove. And-"

"I'm not gonna burn the house down!" She rolled her eyes and pushed him towards the gate, "Have fun with your family! Tell your mom I said hi!"

"You never know, you already tried once!" He shifted his duffel bag so the strap sat more comfortably on his shoulder and frowned at the reminder of his mother, "Don't encourage her, she'll just get worse."

"It was an accident! And your mother is fine." Bulda had only tried to set them up once. Maybe twice. Okay, she tried every time she talked to Kristoff as far as Anna could tell. But it was fine. He wasn't interested anyways. "Bye!"

He headed into the gate, glancing over his shoulder once to see her waving enthusiastically.


It's midterm procrastination time!

Um. Yeah. So I wrote a thing (and technically there's more, but...). Let me know if you like it and I might post some more of it.