AN: If you are a Kristanna shipper or a Jelsa shipper that is committed to see the mentioned ships at the end of the story, DO. NOT. READ. THIS! I've had enough of bitching friends who complains why I don't write a "happy fic where these two would be applied. Are you really a shipper?" Yes I am. I'm just lacking the inspiration. My family is in a rough patch right now so suck it up!Enough about that. Since I made Unrequited, I've been thinking, what about Kristoff? Sorry, but this is a story does not exist in the same universe as Unrequited. I'm just toying with the idea of Kristoff handling the Janna ship. Without anymore ramblings, read on!

Disclaimer: I don't own Frozen, Rise of the Guardians, and any of the characters used in the story. The OC, however, belongs to my brother.

Chapter 1: The Asshole who Sent Flowers

The first time Kristoff Byorgman saw Anna Winterhaven was when he was delivering flowers to her house. It was an assorted bouquet of stargazers, lilacs, and other flowers that he has no clue about the names. He stopped listening to the florist on his first day on the job talk about her beloved flowers after the mention of the second flower.

He rang the doorbell and a woman in a T-shirt and sweatpants opened the door. She has blue eyes, platinum braid, and a bored expression. She is beautiful but there's a certain chill to her stare. He remembered her in some of his classes during his first year and second year. He gulped as she stared at him with a bored expression. He read the name on his clipboard and cleared his throat.

"Delivery for Anna Winterhaven?" The woman rolled her eyes but nonetheless called behind her.

"Anna! It's for you!" The sound of shoes slapping on tiles could be heard. Then a girl with turquoise eyes and strawberry blond hair came out looking confused. She beamed at the sight of the flowers that he is holding. He gotta admit, the transition of confusion to happiness made Kristoff smile. This girl really looks adorable. She squealed then took the bouquet out of his hands. He took the pen from his breast pocket and angled the clipboard to her.

"Please sign here, miss." He gave her the pen. She awkwardly shifted the bouquet on one arm. She took the pen and scribbled, what seems to be a signature, on the line next to her name.

"Thank you!"

"You too, ma'am. Have a nice day."

As he was getting in the van, he can hear her gushing to the other woman. They must be sisters cause there is a similarity in their features.

"Look, Elsa! Harry sent me flowers!" He can see her smelling the flowers on the trucks side mirror.

"Yes, Anna. So it seems." There is a note of suspicion laced on the words of 'Elsa'. Oh yeah, the Ice Queen. What a very protective sister. He smiled and started the truck driving to his next destination.

/

He met her again on a cafe in campus. More like bumped into her, really. Jack wanted to meet there for lunch. But he suspects that he just wanted to get away from studying and from his roommate Aster. He can't blame the Aussie. There's just so many pranks that a person could take.

As he opens the glass door, a body slammed into him. He quickly grabbed the arm of the person to avoid injury and humiliation. He knows he's a pretty big guy. Jack constantly reminds him of that in more ways than one. So he pretty much treat everyone that bumps into him like you would when bumping onto a vase: quickly grab hold of it because it'll break.

A squeak sounded from the person and he looked down. It was the same girl from last week. What's her name? Angela? Ann?

"I'm really sorry!" He let go of her arm and noticed all the plastic cups of coffee she was carrying. How can she carry all of those?

"It's no problem. No harm done." He smiled and gave way to her. She darted outside muttering "I'm gonna be late!"

He just shook his head and started searching for the mop of white, wind blown hair of his friend. He still didn't believe that it was his natural hair color. A gallon of hydrogen peroxide must be the trick.

He finally found the troublemaker due to the frantic arm waves, and a "come-hither" finger beckoning. He smiled and shook his head. Typical of Jack. He sat down at the opposite chair.

"Kristoff, at last, you came. And here I am wasting away from trepidation about you not coming worse you not bringing my special treat. You did bought it, right?"

Kristoff rolled his eyes and tossed him the paper bag containing the said item. Jack eagerly took it out. Kristoff has to stop himself from laughing out loud at the looks that Jack is giving the food.

"Hello, gorgeous. Hmm, you look so sexy in that plastic container. Uhm! I could just eat. you. up!" Jack has his face leveled on the table his hands on the edges. He's eyeing the dessert with an almost sexual hunger instead of just normal hunger. Kristoff held his head back and laugh. He can feel the eye of the other patrons of the shop. They may take him rude but this is just too funny to watch.

He wiped a proverbial tear from his left eye. "Frost, you never fail to amuse me."

"Thank you. I really try."

"By the way, that'll be four bucks." He held out his hand. Jack rummaged through his wallet and pulled out four dollars putting it on his palm. He continued to hold out his hand.

"What? No fee for me?"

"Kristoff, we're friends. This is what friends do. They don't ask for money. It's enough to see their friend happy."

"Fuck you, Frost and your sorry excuse of a corny friendship guilt trip. I want my goddamn fee."

"Oh come on, man! I really wanna save up."

"Should've thought of that before asking me to buy that. Also, what made you addicted to that ube? It tasted like taro. Not even good if you ask me."

Jack looked aghast and quickly cradled the container close to his face. Kristoff surely hopes he was mocking.

"Sh, sh. Don't listen to the big, mean, ugly man." He stroked the container lovingly and Kristoff watched on amusement threatening to spill from his lips again. "He doesn't know what he's talking about. And also, he has terrible taste."

"My taste is alright, Frost."

"You're tastes are horrible. Remember my sister's birthday party?"

Kristoff winced at the memory. "Yeah, remind me again never to help with the decorations."

"Not just the decorations. Why did you mix orange and pink? Hell, I'm a guy and I know that those colors don't mix. But in fairness, you look like a fucking disaster if the nightmare is fashion gone wrong. And that's one of my sister's nightmares. And for the record, it's pronounced oo-beh not oo-bae.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Where's my fee?"

Jack glared at him and grumbled while pulling out his wallet again. He took out a dollar and handed it to him. Kristoff raised his brow. What a cheapskate. But he has no choice. He pocketed the money.

"So tell me, what made you start charging your manual labor? Heck, you even charged Tooth."

He scratched his nape. "I just wanna help my parents, man. College education is expensive you know."

"Yeah, first hand experience with that. Why don't you get a scholarship then or a student loan."

He sighed. He can feel the stress of working three consecutive overtimes catching up to him now. "First of all, I'm not really that smart to maintain a high grade, unlike someone I know. How can you maintain a 4.0 grade point average and still find the time to relax?" Jack smiled at him sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know. I just, you know, read it and it's already stored. I guess, I'm just a fast learner." He waved with his hands. A sign for him to continue.

"Second, we both know that student loans are lifetime contracts of suffering and never ending debt. And third, why do you wanna have lunch with me?"

Jack gave him a mocked gasped. He looks like a gaping fish. "Is it wrong for me to wanna spend time with one of my friends?"

Kristoff rolled his eyes. "Bullshit, Frost. We both know that Eugene is a better company than me."

Jack scoffed at this. "You underestimate yourself. Between you and me, I find our comfortable silence preferable than Eugene's ramblings of his fantasies and daydreams. Don't get me wrong, he's a good guy just a little rough along the edges. Plus, you're bigger and stronger than him.

That got him to raise a brow. "What the hell did you do this time?"

His friend widened his eyes. His shot at playing innocent and his tell.

"I may or may not put raw meat in Aster's bag that led to him being chased by a greyhound. By the time he found out he's hunting me throughout the dorms and I only got wind of it because Jamie gave me a heads up."

"Really, Jack?"

"Hey from what I learned in our four years of friendship, you took karate classes. Aster knows tai chi. He's going to kick my ass."

"So you want me to be your bodyguard?"

"I knew we're friends for a reason."

Jack's eyes widened and he quickly hid under the table. He tried to peer down at him but Jack hissed.

"Aster's outside!" And true enough the Aussie is wildly looking around eyes narrowed and scowling. He spotted Kristoff. Kristoff smiled and waved at him. He gave him a curt nod and moved on.

Kristoff waited for a few minutes. "He's gone now." He heard Jack let out a sigh of relief. He crawled back to his sit.

"Thanks man. Lunch's on me. What do you want?

Kristoff eyed the dessert that he bought for his friend. "Maybe half of that." He nodded to the direction of the dessert.

Jack scowled at him. "Not a chance, Byorgman. I thought you don't like this."

"I might if I tasted it again."

"Haha, no. How about Mac and cheese? We both like that don't we? And it will go well with this beauty here. Two bowls, no. Let's make it three one and a half for each of us."

Jack flagged the waitress. Kristoff doesn't know how his friend make every single waitress blush whenever they eat outside. Hell he doesn't even have to flirt like Eugene. His so called 'smoulder' makes him look constipated.

The waitress came back with their order. And a napkin with a name and a number under it. Jack thanked her than proceeded to open the container fondly murmuring, 'Oh look at you, so purple.'

They proceed to eat in silence broken occasionally by Jack's crooning. "Uuubebe, I love you more." He crooned for the fifth time. Kristoff just shook his head and ate his free lunch.

/

It was after his last period when he saw her again. It was already 5:30 pm and the sun is beginning to set. She's sitting on a bench that is beside a tree. Her hair looks like fire in the last dying rays of the sun. And also, she was crying. Her hands are covering her face and her chest is heaving. He feels nervous.

He only spotted her because the wind snatch his reviewer from his hands. And now his beside the side of the bench and his reviewer is in front of her. He needs to be quick. But someone must be messing with him because he unknowingly stepped on a branch. The resonating snap drew her from her reverie and he was met with red eyes and and a red nose. He kicked himself for being such an oaf.

"I, uh, I'm just gonna take this. Uhm, sorry." He took the paper on the ground.

She sniffled and wiped her nose with her sleeve. "Uhm, okay." She continued sniffling. An awkward silence enveloped the two of them. He's not really good at comforting crying women but he must have developed a natural talent for it because a few minutes later, he was holding his tissue box and pulling out tissues then giving it to her.

"I mean, can you believe it? He broke up with me because he thinks we're not working out anymore then later that day he was already dating another girl." She accepted the tissue and she blew her nose. Kristoff has to admit. It was a dick move.

"I'm not really an expert on love, I'll leave that to my relatives, but I'm pretty sure he's an asshole."

She smiled and he was blown at how beautiful she is when she smiles. She should smile often.

"Thanks, although he's not really that bad. He's okay if you discount what he did. I guess, it's not really meant to be and he got tired with me." Well, that got really personal.

"I don't know about him but I think you're great." He didn't what prompted him to say that. But Kristoff has a feeling that it's true.

"Psh, you're just saying that." She waved her hand like shooing a fly. Kristoff found it adorable. He's starting to like this girl.

"Oh shoot! What time is it?" She shot up from her seat and took out her phone. Kristoff looked around its already dark. They lost track of time.

"I gotta go. I gotta go. Uh, bye!" She gave him a smile wave and took her bag from the bench.

Kristoff stood up quickly. "Wait!"

She turned around eyes wide and questioning. Kristoff did what any gentleman would do.

"Let me walk with you."

Her eyes narrowed and her nose scrunched up. And it's fucking adorable. "I can take care of myself thank you very much."

Kristoff scratched the back of his head. "It's not really about you. I just wanna calm my conscience cause if anything happens to you, it would bother me for the rest of my life."

She cross her arms and playfully glared at him. "Fine, I'll let you tag along."

He chuckled and shoved the tissue box into his bag. He shambled until he's at her side.

"Oh, and by the way, I'm Anna." She held out her hand.

"Kristoff, happy to meet your acquaintance." He shook her hand.

They walk in relative silence. Just content with each other's presence. Kristoff kept sterling glances of her. She has an unusually large amount of freckles on her face mostly on her nose and her cheeks. It's alarming but it adds to her cuteness. Most of the time he's looking at her through his peripheral vision. God, he feels like a stalker. Finally they've reach their destination.

"So, this is where I live."

"Yeah, I know."

"Wait, what?"

Kristoff wanted to kill himself. Now she's going to think that he's stalking her.

"Were you spying on me!? Wait, hold that thought! That's right, you're the delivery guy!" She is pointing her finger at him. "That's why you look so familiar. Oh my gosh." She gushed at him. Kristoff heaved a sigh of relief.

"Yeah..."

"Well, see you around, Christopher."

"It's Kristoff!" He said indignantly yet playfully.

She laughed her head thrown back and she hurried up the steps.

"Yeah, yeah, good night, Kristoff." She entered and closed the door with a resounding click. He stayed their for a few seconds looking like an idiot before going on his way. Back to campus. Which is half a kilometer away from where he is.

He hung his head and debated whether to hail a taxi or not. Meh! He hiked mountains for fun carrying Sven. Sven, for Christ sake! He can handle this. So he began to trudge towards his destination. Hopefully, Hans won't have another girl over. That asshole better not stoke his animosity towards him. He's too tired to deal with anymore bullshit.