aye, lovely readers! so here we go again; another kristanna fic because tbh i really couldn't get this one out of my head! this could be a short series, i don't know how many chapters i could make for now... but if this story is a success, i'll make a longer series entitled How To Court Your Lovesick Girlfriend. which basically revolves around our lovely dorks relationship in a modern au. it may be a sequel to this, but can stand alone.

this'll contain lots of sightseeing's and travel, and of course, love! anywho, enjoy the read!

Kristoff jerked his head up to the harsh blaring of car honking invading his room, its sound resounding that made him snap right out of his sweet dreams. The world around him spun a little, eyes darting before settling over the little window across his room, vision focusing. An electric blue Mercedes was parked just in front of his porch. He felt the side of his lips twitch up slightly to the sight of a ginger with two pigtails braided elaborately with a pink Panda printed shirt waving at him from the backseat. Her porcelain doll face was painted with the lightest make-up that made her freckles radiant under the sun, that with or without it, he knew she would still be beautiful.

"Kristoff!" she called, smile so wide the freckles on her cheeks rose up beneath her eyes. Anna.

Just before he could groggily drag an arm up to wave back, the front seats window rolled down.

"Hey!" Elsa, Anna's older sister, called for him in a bland voice, a bored expression written over her face. Her platinum hair was at its usual state, tied in a haphazard side-braid with her bangs thrown in the back of her head, wearing a faded rock band shirt he's never heard of obviously thrown on in hurry unlike her excitable, fussy sister. Who was obviously dressed for the whole occasion. "You better get your butt down here if you don't want to miss your flight! Or reschedule it!"

Kristoff's eyes suddenly widened as saucers before cursing beneath his breath,—"Shit."

Almost immediately, he swung his legs to the side of the bed and was up to his feet, covers thrown off as he bolted towards the bathroom in pure haste. He hadn't officially seen the time, but with the chirping birds, sun burning, Anna and Elsa at his doorstep, it was no doubt that he had overslept and was becoming the delay of their occasion.

Facing the mirror, he saw the usual 5'oclock shadow meaning to be shaved across his jaw, brown eyes still caked with sleep, hair golden as hay and just as disarray as it always was. He would've shaved, or at least brushed his hair into a meaningful sway, but he didn't have the time. He didn't even have the time to look at the time! He had to be practical.

So he closed his eyes and splashed his face with the cool water, thinking of how cute Anna looked in her Panda patterned shirt.

"I'm going to miss you!" Elsa murmured as she peppered Anna's cheek with kisses, arms squeezed tight around her baby sister that made the ginger barely catch her breath. Kristoff watched by the distance with their baggage, unsure of where to look as he scratches the back of his head with a free hand. The airport was buzzing with life, others waving formal goodbyes to their own relatives, other throwing themselves on each other, other bawling, making him think that the airport has always been an interesting place. Where regretful goodbyes were said and genuine proclamations of love were made.

"Elsa!" Anna laughed, finally pulling away to look up her loving sister. "The trip is only for two weeks, we'll be back before you can say snowman."

"Snowman," Elsa pouted sadly, brushing a stray lock of bangs from Anna's face.

"I'll call you everyday and I'll send pictures, I promise," she reassured, holding her bony shoulders and squeezing. The platinum blonde turned to Kristoff with that.

"And you," she pointed a threatening finger at Kristoff. He stood upright almost immediately. "Don't you dare ditch Anna, or leave her, or even think of making her cry. I swear if you do I will find you and I will make sure you won't live to see the day you meet your grandchildren."

He swallowed. Putting up his hands in her accusation before letting them drop to his sides as he said, "Wasn't planning on grandchildren anyway."

Anna giggled in laughter as she slipped a soothing hand over Elsa's. "Elsa, he's no Hans. You know that," she looked down on her flowered doll shoes as she remembered her cheating ex, evoking all the bad memories over the past summer. Her sister immediately changes the subject.

"Hey, hey!" she cracked a smile, hoping to see her sister's pearly whites, too. "I promise, if the company gives me permission to leave in the next holiday we're going to see sights too, alright?" She looked over her shoulder to the blonde. "You can tag along again, if you want. If this trip with her doesn't traumatize you yet."

Kristoff smiled and barked out a laugh when Anna nudged Elsa roughly in the rib with her elbow.

After a few more exchanges of warm hugs with Anna refusing she'll miss Elsa in two weeks, the two-rag tag team of mischief made their way through the airport until they were perfectly sated at the wing of the airplane.

Anna jumped up and down on her seat next to the window since she's convinced him he'd just sleep through the whole trip and she'd rather see the world above more than anything, the seatbelt proving worthless in her bubbliness.

Kristoff's heart leapt. A trip? To Europe? With Anna? It was like a dream. All he could do was dig his fist up his cheek as he rests his elbow on the armrest of his seat, watching passenger after passenger pour into the plane. One eyebrow shoots up when he turned back to Anna to see her eyes fixed intently at a small heart shaped notebook, lips pouted, eyebrows creased with concentration. The sight of her being so adorable without even trying put a smile on his lips.

"What's that?" he asked finally once he had his fill of amusement watching her idly like this for the past minute.

"My bucket list," she replied without bothering to look up at him while twirling a pink pen in one hand, the other clutching the notebook gingerly on her lap.

His eyebrow shot higher just when it thought it couldn't, forehead folding. "A bucket list?"

"A bucket list. My bucket list to be exact," she finally turned her head to scrunch her nose up to him playfully.

"And why exactly would you write up your own bucket list?" he asked, growing amused. "Isn't that a list people write of what they'd like to do before they die?"

Anna suddenly shut the small notebook, its abrupt sound making Kristoff wince a little. Her face once stern with tension suddenly melted into an affectionate gaze, teal eyes swimming with hope.

"Yeah, it is. And I've always wanted to do so many!" she clasped her hands together dreamily. "It may sound silly, or a bit overboard but I've always wanted to backpack through Europe, sleep under the stars, try out a whole platter of chocolates of all kinds, roll in daisies, paint wall streets without getting caught, and, and—" her hands were gestured all over the place, her eyes rolling all around and shoulders sagging and tensing as she spoke.

She's so cute, he thought. Beautiful even.

He liked her like this, not bounded and free. He was clearly aware of what fiasco broke out with what happened to her last relationship over the summer. A normal evening, him ideally strumming on his lute when she knocked ferociously at his apartment door and bursting in once he had opened it with a look of bewilderment he was surely plastered on his face at that time. He helped her when she limped over to the couch and sobbed in his chest, telling the story of how her fragile heart had took the blow of learning that her two month boyfriend, Hans, had cheated at her in broad daylight.

Making out with a model in the local coffee shop? He was sure he was after fame. He always was. Not only because Kristoff's always hated Mr. Needle nose, but because he could see the maliciousness in his eyes and that fake thin smile he wears when Anna is around, and lets it drop the second she turns away. His guts always told him he was using her, and he was right.

He should've done something, something to calm her that night. The night he knew she was free from Hans, the moment he should've made her his. But as he moved to say his proclamation of love or be tempted to kiss her lips, she tore away from his chest and said, "I'm done."

She caved in. Guarded her heart and built a wall. And though he was the closest friend she had, him having Sven as the next, he couldn't deny that he was always captivated by Anna.

Anna.

The first person who considered him as a friend he's met when he worked at the local music shop a week before he got fired, Anna immediately calling him up to make him feel good. A simple gesture, a kind invitation, made all the difference. The only person who'd never beat him, curse him, or cheat him. The only person that didn't think of what others thought, that even though she was sort of a rockstar at school with all the gigs she gets, she'd rather and always want his company.

Though in society he was accepted as an introvert, his heart and stoic expression he wears in the public melts into a smile and warmth the moment he's with Anna. The only person that's chosen him above anyone she could take on this trip, other than her non-optional sister. His heart fluttered at the thought of her choosing him and him alone.

But it breaks his heart that she's shut herself out of love. And with that, he shut his mouth. And knew that she needed time to heal, time to grow, time to rebuild herself again before opening her heart to someone again.

He could only wish that that someone was him.

"Here," she thrust up the small notebook up his chest. "You can flip through the pages and see for yourself. I can't say it all with just words, you know," she smiles up at him. "I was hoping to finish half of it while on tour. Seems plausible, yes, I hope?"

He does what he's told, snapping out of the mild flashback replaying in his head. The image of Anna fiercely crying on his chest was waved away, a quick wish made in his heart that he doesn't want to see her like that again. Never wanting to see her cry again.

He gives her a shrug before leafing through the pages, he reads the entries as fast as he could with the papers phase, hoping to give her his opinion of her last question if he finished fast enough.

Some were old, some seemed new. Some were scribbled hastily, some were written delicately. There were cute little doily hearts and sketches that popped every now and then, and now he couldn't seem to wipe off the grin on his face as he watched it flew by.

Dance in the rain, Sing in front of a random crowd, Get a random kiss from a little boy, Make flower crowns, Run around town looking silly, Visit Disneyland—

There was one little entry he could not simply bring himself to ignore. He ran his finger against it, her writing a simple art of caricature with many loops that her curved handwriting implied that it was written slowly, delicately. As if she had written it with a part of her heart itself. He was fascinated by it, and at the same time, scared.

Fall in love.

Too bad she crossed it out of the list.

He closed the notebook before his head could wrap around the fact of it, that she still wasn't ready. She needed more time… to heal, to mend her heart. But he was there. He could end all her suffering with a single touch of his lips to hers and he would come undone, but he's not sure if she will, too.

He looks up to find her sniffling and tears slowly collecting in her eyes, pooling beneath her thick lashes.

"Anna?" he spills her name suddenly with question, her emotions gone haywire the second he turns away from her, with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face as she taps on her phone and puts it against her ear. His heart sinks for a scant second, wondering what turmoil of emotions she was going through—excitement, fear, longing. All packed in one.

"Hello?" he hears Elsa on the other line.

A tear rolls down her cheek before she flashes Kristoff a sad smile.

"I miss you."

He swallowed. This was going to be a long trip.

short first chap, but how was it? i hope you all stick with me while on this short fic! don't forget to leave a follow/fave/review! it means so much!