I Melt With You

A/N: So, this is my first fanfiction (that means don't set your expections high for this one). There's already a lot of Frozen f/f fics out there, so I thought I'd try something a little different. This story mainly explores Anna and Kristoff's perspective in relation to what might as well be typical Elsa femslash. That being said, the main pairing in this story is Kristanna. The slash will be slow-developing, revealed gradually and, for a large portion of the story, only heavily implied. I'm posting it in crossover only because a few characters from Brave will eventually make an appearance. It'll be multi-chapter, so I'll do my best to update regularly. I doubt I'll get many views, but I wrote it, so I might as well post it, right? Please excuse any OOC-ness. R&R, constrictive criticism welcome, feel free to PM me, but no flames please 'cause I'm just a newb. Now read on —Nemo

Chapter 1

Knock knock... Knock knock knock.

"Hey, Elsa, I—"

"Skitt!" Elsa shrieked, yanking her hand out from under the covers and hastily shielding her reading material from Anna's view. Startled, she scrambled to cover herself the rest of the way with her newly ice-frosted blankets. "Hva faen Anna?!"

The princess halted in the doorway, her mouth agape. The room was dark—but not dark enough, and there was no mistaking what Elsa had been doing. The few candles that were still lit had even allowed Anna to catch a glimpse of the cover of the book that she had been holding in her left hand, because her right hand had been...

Oh.

Anna flushed all the way up to her ears as the implication sunk in. She just stood frozen and gawked, too stunned to run.

"Are you serious right now?" Elsa hissed in response to her sister's incredulous stare. "Hva i helvete are you doing?!"

"I was just..." Anna squeaked, finally finding her voice again. "I heard you in here, and..." she averted her eyes, mortified, and then finally just turned away altogether.

Elsa whimpered in embarrassment. "Please leave me alone," she groaned, shrinking so far under her rimy blankets that only her eyes peeked out over the top of the comforter.

"I'm, uh... I'm sorry," Anna stammered, backing out of the room, "I didn't know—"

"Get out, Anna!"

"Sorry! Sorry," Anna exclaimed, turning around and tripping over herself in the process, "Goodnight!" Finally, she pulled the door closed with a solid thud and Elsa heard her jiggle the handle to be sure that it was fully shut.

Only once she was completely convinced she was alone did Elsa feel around under the blankets again for her book. As her hand grazed its snow-soaked binding, she assured herself that the cover was the most that Anna could've seen. Undoubtedly, its contents had been hidden in time. Elsa sighed in relief, convinced.

Her dignity was gone to the wind, but at least her secret was safe—for now.

"Kristoff!"

Knock knock knock.

"Kristoff, are you awake?"

Knock knock.

Anna repeatedly rapped on the barn door with her knuckles, calling her fiance's name in a loud whisper in hopes of waking him. It was much too late for her to be out, and she knew that if the guards caught her here, she'd be escorted right back into the castle. Elsa had given orders that Anna and Kristoff weren't allowed to see each other between midnight and daybreak.

Typically, it was an easy request for the sentries to uphold, considering the fact that Kristoff scarcely ever used his own quarters in the castle's upper left wing. Instead, he preferred to spend most nights out in the barn with his reindeer (and best friend), Sven. He had grown up far outside civilization, and was still adjusting to normalcy, even after the full year's time that he and Anna had been courting.

Most changes had been easy, but he still found it difficult to get used to sleeping in a real bed at night, as opposed to under the stars with the sounds of nature around him. But as he rolled over, groaning lowly and blinking his eyes open into consciousness, it wasn't hard to tell that those sounds were not nature. Still, he recognized Anna's voice immediately, which made it okay. In an instant, he was on his feet, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and ruffling the hay out of his hair. He peered out the window at the moon overhead. It was well after midnight.

Elsa's curfew rule was to stay in place until Kristoff and Anna were married. Of course, that hadn't stopped them from breaking it on a few notable occasions, but those nights were normally on a schedule. They were very carefully planned out and executed to avoid getting caught, and hadn't all been successful. But the spontaneity was different. Good different. Kristoff put on a blank face in an effort not to look to eager as he opened the door, cutting Anna off mid-knock.

The princess seemed to stall for only a second; her eyes locked on Kristoff's shirtless chest, her fist still raised in preparation for another attempt to wake him.

Kristoff smiled in a way that he hoped looked more confident than he felt. "Well, hello there."

But Anna regained her composure quickly, pushing her way inside the barn and then kicking the door shut again with her foot. No apology for waking him; that was fine. He noticed the sharp glint of light in her eyes that was only ever there when she was passionate about something, and his heart was already racing. Indeed, spontaneity could be a very good thing.

"Oh my gosh, Kristoff, I am so—"

"Me too," Kristoff cut her off, moving in to embrace her around the waist, "It's okay, no one'll know—"

"No!" Anna exclaimed, batting his arms away.

Kristoff shoulders slumped, and he looked more confused than upset. "No?"

"No! Just..." Anna huffed in exasperation.

Kristoff finally noticed through his sleepy haze that she was blushing. And as his brain caught up with the rest of his anatomy, he got the feeling that most likely wasn't because of him.

Sure enough, Anna confirmed his suspicions. "Something just happened, and I had to come talk to you, 'cause I'm kind of freaking out, and I had to tell someone, and I can't stop thinking about it, so I can't sleep, and I know now you aren't sleeping either, but I didn't know what else to do!"

Kristoff gave out a disappointed grunt of acknowledgement. From somewhere back in the far corner of the barn, Sven did the same. They were used to Anna's antics, and this was nothing new. "Okay," Kristoff finally drawled, rolling his eyes as he sat back on some hay bales. "What happened then?"

"I, um, was in my room, and Elsa was, uh..." Anna struggled for words, trying to figure the least obscene way to relay the instance. In the end, she settled for mildly vulgar; this was only Kristoff, after all. "Well, I heard noises coming from Elsa's room, and I went to check on her because I was worried..."

Judging by Anna's expression, Kristoff could already tell where she was headed. "She was with a man, wasn't she? And you walked in?"

"No, worse. She was with herself, and I walked in," Anna corrected, horrified, and then peeked over at him, waiting for a reaction.

Kristoff just stared back blankly. "Uh, what?"

"Well, you know..." Anna looked away began to fidget. "She was in her bed, undressed, and she was doing stuff, y'know? By herself. Um, to herself, I mean. Like..."

Finally, Kristoff's eyes widened in realization. Much to his discomfort, now that the unwarranted thought had entered his mind, he couldn't make it leave again. "I didn't even know girls could do that sort of thing," he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to Anna.

"Well, of course we can... But we don't," Anna mumbled out. "I mean, we shouldn't. Everyone shouldn't, but women especially shouldn't; it's just..."

"Wait," Kristoff interrupted her ramble, "Why not?"

Anna stopped short. "You're kidding, right?"

"Uh, no?" said Kristoff, but it came out sounding more like a question, and he couldn't quite choke back a chuckle at the ridiculousness of it all. Anna's cheeks were still stained that adorable shade of pink that matched her nightgown and made her freckles stand out, and he loved how she pretended to be such a prude about such things. Still, this was her own sister they were talking about, so he could certainly appreciate the disgrace of it all.

"Kristoff, it's so unseemly," Anna insisted, set on convincing him of such.

"But why?" Kristoff looked genuinely puzzled. "It's not like she was being perverse or anything, babe. She was in her bedroom alone. In the middle of the night. So, what's the problem?"

"The act itself is perverse!" Anna defended. "And not only that—she had a book when I walked in, and I'm pretty sure that whatever she was reading wasn't exactly family-friendly."

"So?" Kristoff prompted in disregard. Then he grinned slyly. "Wait, what was she reading?"

"Kristoff!" Anna giggled and whacked his bare shoulder, fully aware now that he was just playing around. Even through the minor disagreement of morality, the princess already felt better after confessing the whole ordeal to him. At least now she didn't have to face the humiliation alone. "I doubt it was anything too bad. It's probably just one of those sappy romance novels she likes to read. She hid it as soon as I came in."

"Seriously, though, who even knows what Elsa's into?" Kristoff jibed with a chuckle, earning himself another playful swat from his fiance. As much as he was making light of the situation for Anna's sake, it wasn't easy to hide his astonishment. Truthfully, he had never actually thought of his future sister-in-law as a carnal being at all. In fact, in his opinion, Elsa had previously seemed entirely nonsexual. He really couldn't blame Anna for feeling the need to come tell somebody about it.

"You're a pig," Anna laughed, shaking her head at him. "You're even more of a pig than Elsa."

"Oh, please. Elsa's not a pig; she's an unmarried woman who's too busy ruling a kingdom to have time for courting. She's probably lonely," Kristoff argued. With a yawn, he got to his feet and then made his way across the barn to lie back down on the hay next to Sven. Normally, he would've asked Anna to join him, but after their apparent misunderstanding when he'd first let her in, and their current topic of conversation, he questioned the propriety of it all and ultimately decided against it.

"I know she's lonely. She's told me she is," Anna admitted quietly, unsure if this was his way of wordlessly dismissing her.

"Well there you go, then," Kristoff shrugged, curling up to Sven and making himself comfortable. "Don't go walking into her room late at night. How much did you see?"

"Well, not a lot. She covered up right when I opened the door," said Anna, blushing again. "But, um, she yelled at me in Norwegian, though. I think she was cursing at me."

Kristoff snorted with laughter, and Anna gave him a look. He eventually managed to stifle his chuckles. "Well, let's just hope that she meets somebody soon," he speculated, "She's, what, almost twenty-three now? Well, no wonder. She's probably desperate."

"I didn't really think of it that way," Anna admitted quietly. Before the shock had worn off, she'd found the whole thing tasteless and crude—but it wasn't that, she realized. Her sister had just been trying to find a little relief by herself. Anna had caught her off guard, barging in unannounced like that, and it probably wasn't nearly as bad as it had looked. And besides, Anna was only nineteen, and she had Kristoff, and she admittedly still had impure thoughts once in a blue moon. "I guess I just never thought, y'know, that Elsa, of all people..."

"Must've been a pretty intense romance novel," Kristoff joked, rolling over onto his back and folding his arms up behind his head. "You ever read any of that stuff?"

"Not a lot. When I do read I actually prefer mysteries..." Anna trailed off when she noticed his smirk. She gasped when she realized what he was actually implying. "Kristoff! I'd never!"

Kristoff chuckled lazily and rubbed his eyes. "Relax, babe. I'm just messing with you."

Finally, Anna got tired of lingering by the doors. With a shrug, she decidedly flopped down on the hay next to him; no invitation necessary. The rough straw felt scratchy on her back through the thin silk of her nightgown, but she burrowed in anyways to get comfortable. Smiling to himself, Kristoff wrapped her up in his arms and pulled her into a warm embrace, disregarding Sven's indignant snort. "Quiet, Sven."

"But I was here first," Kristoff replied in his Sven-voice, making Anna giggle.

"Aw, Sven," the princess cooed humorously, reaching back to stroke the soft spot between his antlers. "You know we love you."

The reindeer swished his tail in appreciation, and Kristoff wondered how he ever could've gotten so lucky. "And I love you, Anna."

Anna hummed in contentment, never mind the fact that she wasn't entirely sure if Kristoff or Sven had spoken. As she laid comfortably bundled between them, she already knew it was meant from them both. And for several minutes after that, they just rested together in silence, listening to the sound of the crickets chirping outside and the wind rustling the leaves of the trees.

Anna couldn't sleep. Luckily for her, Kristoff couldn't either, but Sven had already crawled away to the far corner of the barn and dozed off. It was the perfect opportunity. "So, um..." the princess broke the silence, tracing her fingertip in a little circle around Kristoff's collarbone and let her gaze flicker up to meet his, "Have you ever..?"

"Hmm?" Kristoff tried to look blank, but couldn't quite hide the smile that tugged at his lips as he recalled upon their previous topic of conversation. When Anna tilted her head at him accusingly, he receded. "Anna, come on. All men do it, okay?"

"Ew!" Anna scoffed at him, feigning repulsion, but it was overcome by the abundance of timid chuckles that she failed to suppress. "Jeez, Kristoff; have you no self-respect?"

"Oh, no, I've got plenty. Maybe too much, actually, if y'know what I mean," said Kristoff, grinning.

"But..." Anna was intrigued. "But you like it, right? I mean, it's, um, good?"

"Sure. Yeah, babe; it's good," said Kristoff with a sheepish smile. "Not as good as being with you, of course, but y'know..."

Anna didn't know; not really, but she nodded anyway. "Okay. Well..." she hesitated, "I'll admit that I've thought about things before. Some nights, after we're together, or the times when we've gotten caught. And I've never actually done anything, but sometimes I get frustrated..."

"Mmm, me too," Kristoff hummed in agreement, his voice making that low buzzy noise from deep his chest that served as a factor in some of Anna's unspoken dreams. "Don't worry. Not too much longer to wait, right? Just 'til our wedding night."

"Sometimes I wish we didn't," Anna blurted. "Um, have to wait, I mean."

Kristoff blushed. "Me too, babe. But, I mean, it's just... It's not right."

"Says who?" asked Anna with a cheeky smile, getting braver.

"Well, says the law, I guess."

"You mean says my sister?" Anna whispered, placing her open hand on his bare chest, feeling his heartbeat underneath. "Because judging by what happened tonight, Elsa's got a few little secrets of her own, don't you think?"

"I just think that that's kind of different than—"

"We can break the rules too, right?" Anna interrupted, skimming her fingertips downwards, "Sometimes. Every once in a while."

Kristoff groaned softly; a noise which Anna instinctively echoed. His conscience was screaming at him with the voice morality, but it was quickly drowned out by the ferocity of arousal. He couldn't refuse his own princess' seduction. "Sometimes, we can," he whispered in agreement, leaning into her touch, as if she had actually needed any extra encouragement.

So Anna got bolder, and her wandering hand ultimately ventured beneath the waistband of his trousers. Shyly, she met his gaze, and her pulse jumped in alignment with the twitching hardness that was rising to meet her palm. None of this had been in her intention, but just as the thought occurred, he looked at her, his dark eyes boring into hers with and unconcealed longing. Anna was naive, but she wasn't stupid. She was already here, and things had already started, and Kristoff was obviously willing, and to try to stop at this point seemed fruitless, so...

To hell with it all.

"This time, we can," Anna declared, sitting up to withdraw her hand, and then swinging a thigh over to straddle his lap, "Just this once."

Kristoff gasped as his hands wordlessly came to rest on her waist in agreement, and she lowered mouth to his to capture his lips in a heated kiss.

For the two of them, just this once seemed to happen an awful lot.