Anna looked out the window, watching as the rain fell through the night sky. The pitter-patter of droplets was strangely soothing to her, like white noise that calmed the chaos in her mind. It had been a rough day at work, and she had been watching the seconds click by on the clock until it was time to go home. She sighed heavily, blowing out the candles on the table set for two.
She was curled up on the sofa, her glasses askew, her book fallen open on the floor, snoring lightly, when Kristoff came home.
"Oh god, Anna, I'm so sorry." She heard him mutter under his breath, as she started to regain consciousness. She opened her eyes wearily, and saw him kneeling on the floor by her side, a pained look in his eyes.
"Kristoff?" She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, looking around in confusion, until she spotted the table and memories of her evening came rushing back to her. "Oh right. That. S'okay. I know you've been busy at work. I just thought that, you know, we could have a nice dinner for once. I miss you, Kristoff." The last part was said in barely a whisper, as she looked away, not wanting to meet his gaze.
There was a heavy silence, as Anna bit her lip, still avoiding his eyes. She felt awkward, she wanted to scream, to run out of the room, but then his hand was cradling her face, and she finally turned to look at him.
He was looking at her with such raw emotion, his brown eyes burning with a deep-seated ardour. Anna could feel her heart turn over in her chest as he looked at her, the intensity of his passion rolling off of him in waves. He took her face in his hands and brought her lips to his, kissing her softly but fervently.
They broke apart, and he pressed his forehead against hers, as she fought to catch her breath. She could feel the blush rising to her cheeks, and he seemed to notice it as well, smiling crookedly at her and stroking the rosiness with his thumb. She closed her eyes, catching his hand with hers and pressing soft kisses into it. He suddenly grabbed a hold of her hand, pulling her up from the sofa.
"Kristoff, what are you-" She watched as he went over to the music player, turning the volume up on the song that was playing.
"Dance with me, Anna." He held out a hand to her.
She stood for a moment, trying to blink the moisture away from her eyes, fighting to see this man, the love of her life, to take him all in. Her blue eyes observed him, as if memorizing him, his blond locks glinting in the dim moonlight, his broad shoulders eclipsing the doorway behind him, a strong hand spread open, beckoning to her.
She stepped forward, slipping her hands around his waist, burying her face in the firm planes of his chest. She felt the fabric of his shirt against her cheek, inhaled the faint musk that was so familiar. He held her tightly, burying his face in her hair, as he whispered to her everything he ever felt about her, from the moment he laid eyes on her, to that very moment they were sharing - slow dancing in the late hours of the night, in the middle of their small, cramped apartment - and every moment in between.
He pulled apart from her slightly, capturing her gaze with his.
"I love you, Anna. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry I've been so busy with work. I really have no exc-"
Anna shushed him with a finger to his lips, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and pulling him close again.
"Just hold me, Kristoff."
