Elsa couldn't help but roll her big blue eyes at the sound of crashing and giggling coming from the castle's kitchen early one morning after breakfast. There was only one explanation for the noise coming from the normally quiet room, and she knew exactly what it was. More like, who it was.
"Anna, what have you done now?" Elsa sighed, pushing through the heavy kitchen doors, getting a glimpse of the mess her sister had been giggling about. There was flour absolutely everywhere; spread on the counters, caked on the floor, splashed on the cupboard doors, and cascading down the entirety of Anna's front. All Anna could do was smile and shrug her freckled shoulders playfully, dusting white powder from her dress.
"Ellen was helping me with the cake when I slipped on a broken egg and the bag of flour in my hands just kinda escaped, and then it flew everywhere! I'm sorry, I'll clean it up! Don't worry, you can count on me! I'm your gal! Your number one-"Elsa cut her sister's rambling off with a wave of her hand.
"I understand, but I do have one question." Elsa eyed the flour covered girl and the cook standing next to her.
"Yes?" Anna piped up.
"What are you baking a cake for?" She wondered, puzzled. Anna let out a laugh before moving in closer to her confused sibling.
"You've forgotten already! Today is Kristoff's birthday, silly!" She smiled her crazy Anna smile, causing Elsa to laugh nervously.
"Oh dear, I have forgotten, haven't I?" She let out another laugh.
"That's okay, I won't tell him." Anna whispered in her sister's ear before quickly running back to the counter where she was working.
"Well, it looks like you have a lot of work ahead of you. I think I'll just go to my room before I end up covered in eggs or something." Elsa announced, heading for the door.
"Wait!" Anna shouted, carrying the big mixing bowl from the counter over to where her sister was standing.
"You have to have a taste first!"
Elsa stared down into the bowl in fear of what awaited her, but all she saw was vanilla batter with little flakes of orange in it. Carefully, she extended her pointer finger and swiped it into the batter then popped it into her mouth. She could barely contain the delight as her eyes lit up and she looked at Anna in awe.
"Anna! This is delicious! You're going to make a man very happy someday." She smiled warmly, resting a hand on her sister's shoulder.
"Thank you! Actually, that was something I meant to ask you about…" Her tone of voice went from happy and excited to awkward and careful. Elsa looked at her expectantly, taking another swipe from the bowl.
"Well, one day in the future, if I do get married…will we live here? Or are we allowed to live somewhere else? I mean I'd love to live in the castle with you forever, but what if my husband is an, uh, outdoorsman? What if we wanted to live in a cozy little cabin in the woods alone with no servants or nurse maids or cooks or-"
Once again, Elsa cut off her sister's ramblings, but this time with a hearty laugh.
"You may live wherever your heart desires. But there is one thing."
Anna looked up nervously. "What?"
"You'll have to bring my nieces and nephews often!" She whispered excitedly.
Anna's perky cheeks darkened as she giggled yet again.
"Now, may I go?" Elsa asked.
"Yes, thanks for all your help!" Anna said with a wave as her sister disappeared out of the kitchen.
"Alright! Now where were we?" Anna asked the cook, Ellen.
"We were just about to pop the cake into the oven before we started on peeling the potatoes and carrots for your dinner." Ellen replied, carefully taking the bowl from Anna before pouring the batter into a circular pan.
"Okay!" Anna exclaimed, before diving into her work.
She had known for a while that she wanted to make a private picnic dinner for Kristoff and herself for his birthday, ever since he made a comment about having 'plain old meat and potatoes' instead of the decadent meals she was accustomed to. Instead of taking offence to his comment, she took it as inspiration for his birthday present. This was his first birthday since they had met, and she wanted to make it extra special for him. Besides, a person only turns 22 once!
After an hour of peeling vegetables and cutting meat for her romantic meal with Kristoff, Anna left the kitchen humming a happy tune.
"Your majesty! One moment!" Ellen called, beckoning the princess back into the kitchen.
"Yes Ellen?"
"Would you like us to send up sir Kristoff's breakfast now?"
"Fifteen minutes would be lovely!" Anna exclaimed, rushing off to her true love's bed chamber.
Instead of waking him the normal way, she snuck into Kristoff's room and quietly climbed up onto his bed. She laid down next to him, resting a hand on his bare chest while running her other hand through his thick blonde hair.
"Kristoff." She whispered in his ear, leaning into his side as he began to stir.
"Time to wake up…" She hummed against his lobe melodically.
The burly mountain man began to wake, groaning and stretching out on his king sized bed. As his eyes flickered open he immediately caught sight of a beautiful red head smiling down at him.
"Happy birthday." She whispered, leaning in to give him a kiss.
His lips caught hers and they began a long, sweet, good morning kiss as she wiggled so she lay on top of him. As they kissed he was overwhelmed by the amazing scent surrounding him. It smelled of sugar, and vanilla, and Anna, and he absolutely loved it. When their lips finally parted he smiled up at her and mumbled "You smell delicious." He didn't realize how sexual his words sounded until they left his mouth. All Anna could do was blush and giggle "Why thank you, you don't smell too bad yourself." She smiled, sniffing him playfully like a dog.
"Okay, okay, down Sven!" He said with a laugh, causing her to lightly punch his muscular shoulder.
"So what brings you to my room? Don't get me wrong, I definitely prefer being woken by a beautiful woman in my bed than Arnold at my door, but I'm curious."
She lifted herself off of Kristoff and sat up beside him.
"Maybe I wanted to give you a treat." She smiled.
"Or maybe it's the first day you've been up before me since I've been here." He retorted with a manly chuckle.
"Why is that?"
"Because I told Arnold not to wake you." She answered mischievously.
He laughed and pulled her closer.
"You should wake me more often, I like it."
"I would, but I have a feeling you wouldn't be very fond of the idea of getting up at eleven o'clock every day."
"Eleven? I've already missed breakfast?" His face formed a fake pout that was quickly whacked by a large pillow.
"I wouldn't worry too much about breakfast." She giggled suspiciously before getting up from his bed.
"Why not?"
Just then there was a light knock at his bedroom door, startling him into sitting up.
"Sir, I have brought your breakfast." Arnold's voice sounded.
Kristoff shot Anna a look as she opened the door for his servant who carried a huge tray containing his delicious smelling meal.
"Enjoy your breakfast! Meet me in the gallery when you're done getting ready." She smiled, blowing him a kiss as he marvelled over the tray full of food on his lap.
All he could do to answer her was nod silently as she departed.
How on earth did he get this lucky?