Kristoff didn't hate fall, in fact it used to be his favorite season.

The changing of the leaves, the crisp, cool air, the perfect nights of bonfires and clear, open skies filled with stars.

He loved the time of year, he really did.

He just, hated what came along with it and as he drove down the two-lane road in his beat up truck, spying the first yellow leaf on the tree, he sighed as the one thing he hated about the season filled him.

Memories.

Memories of her, of the girl he had given his entire heart to.

Memories of Anna.

Memories of the time Anna had pleaded with him to help her build a giant pile of leaves. He had agreed (there was no way to saying no to her puppy face) and they had built a pretty large pile. It didn't last long before Anna had jumped into the pile, giggling as the leaves flew into the air. He could never forget the smile on her face, the way her eye's had beamed up at him with just pure happiness.

Memories of how she had bet him she could get higher in the Old Oak tree in the park than he could. She had been right, of course, but they also learned falling from halfway could lead to hospital trips and broken arms (and bright green casts).

Memories of snuggling together near a bond fire. Anna being completely disgusted at the fact he ate a completely burnt marshmallow. Her laughter as his mouth was too full to retort and he resorted to tickle torcher.

The red leaves matched the red lipstick she wore on their dates to the pizzeria downtown.

The stars in the sky sparkled like her eyes.

He loved those memories, the happier memories. He smiled, even now, just thinking of them.

The ones that follow soon after, however, were ones he wished he could forget.

Memories of the day she had told him she was accepted to college, while wearing his red flannel shirt.

Memories of the long night they had spent talking about the future under the stars, holding each other a bit tighter. The moment he had told her she had to go, to take this chance, to be the best she could be.

Memories of several orange suitcases slowly but surely being packed, little by little, taking their time to get to the bottom of the stairs of her house in the little corner of the living room; the subtle reminder of change.

The yellow scarf that matched the leaves she wore the day she met him at the train station.

Red leaves only reminding him of her tearstained face and bloodshot eyes as she cried, telling him over and over how much she would miss him, how she loved him, how she hated that he was letting her go. (But he had to, he couldn't hold her back, he couldn't be selfish). He had stood on the platform, waving and watching as the burgundy train pulled out the station, his heart leaving with it.

How time had slowly moved past them, the chill of the air reminding him another year had past without her, another year of silence.

The brown invitation he had received in the mail, just 4 months before, sharing the news of her engagement.

Fall was a blessing and a nightmare.

He missed her, Gods did he miss her.

Even as he drove into town, he saw her everywhere.

She was on the corner twirling in circles as she danced in the rain.

She was in the pizzeria, eating an entire pizza by herself.

She was in the shops, buying a dress that matched her eyes.

She was in the ice cream shop, balancing a triple chocolate cone of ice cream.

She was in front of the post office, catching snowflakes on her tongue.

She was in the coffee shop, sitting by the window, eyeing her cup of hot chocolate

Kristoff blinked, nearly slamming on his brakes as he turned and looked back to the coffee shop, unsure if he was dreaming.

There in the window, he saw the familiar braids, the strawberry blonder hair, and the too familiar green sweater.

The air in his lungs left him in a rush of disbelief.

It was Anna.

As if she had heard his thoughts, she looked up and he immediately turned back around.

Did she see him?

Did she care?

Did he care?

That's a dumb question, of course he cared, but what was he supposed to do? She was engaged, or well, supposed to be.

Thinking back to the invitation, her wedding was supposed to be on October 8th and today was…October 6th?

Didn't she have a wedding to plan?

Why was she here?

Then it hit him like a ton of bricks…something must have happened between them. For a moment, Kristoff wanted to leap for joy but looking into his rearview mirror, seeing how defeated she looked even from here, that joy left him.

She was obviously hurt and no joy could ever come from Anna being hurt.

Kristoff watched her in the rearview, completely ignoring the now green light.

Should he go in?

Would she even want to see him?

God, he was probably the last person she wanted to see.

Then again, she was all alone right now, and her voice echoed in his mind, "No one wants to be alone."

Pushing away the doubt and worry, Kristoff turned into the nearest parking spot, parked the ole rusted truck and made his way towards the coffee shop.

He tugged at his leather jacket out of nerves and to fight the extra chill in the air.

Just go in. Just go in. Just go in. Just go in.

He didn't stop till his boots stomped across the threshold, the smell of coffee slapping him in the face.

Looking up, he scanned the room, eyeing the customers till his eyes slowly came to the reason he was here.

Anna hadn't looked up from her mug, slowly spinning around what Kristoff could only guess was Hot Chocolate ("Coffee is just too bitter and bleh"). He took a deep breath and slowly made his way over to her booth.

She never looked up when he walked over, she didn't even notice him stop in front of the both.

It wasn't until he cleared his throat that she actually looked up at him.

One second of looking into her eyes and he found himself lost in them again. God had he missed them.

For a minute, they simply stared at each other, not saying a word.

Say something stupid.

Kristoff shook his head, "Um…hi", he said with a grin.

She smiled, oh that smile, "Hey"

"You uh…meeting anyone?"

"Oh," Anna chuckled, "No, actually, it's…uh…just me."

"You say that like it's a bad thing." He said with a smirk.

Anna blushed.

"So, uh, can I…?"

"Oh, yes, please!" She motioned to the other seat.

As he squeezed into the seat, looking back to the smiling woman that stole his heart now some how back into his life once again, chatting and acting like no time had ever come between them, his feelings changed.

Fall was once again his favorite.