This is a series of modern AU Frozen one-shots set in the Fidelities-verse. I would recommend reading my other fanfiction A Fable of Fidelities & Fresh Starts (featuring Facebook) as it will help these one-shots make sense. I don't mind spoiling that these are largely Kristanna stories, but there are some appearances by Elsa, Olaf and other characters too.
The first one-shot I open with though...well...I think you could appreciate this without reading the other story. It's set at some random point of time in the distant future (maybe a year or more after Fidelities ends) and it's a silly little fun one-shot. I actually wrote this halfway through writing Fidelities. One-shots in the future will be more plot heavy :)
Flawed & Perfect
Anna contemplates the many differences between Kristoff and Hans.
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Kristoff was not Hans.
Hans had been perfect, but Kristoff was flawed.
Hans had been well kept, clean shaven with immaculately groomed sideburns and crisp, trendy clothing: Kristoff was a scruffpot, his hair uncut and unbrushed with a permanent five o'clock shadow and old, stained, ripped jeans and jumpers.
Hans had always known exactly the right thing to say and at the right time: Kristoff was often left fumbling and when he did find words they were wrong or inappropriate.
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Kristoff would sit with her on the sofa on an evening and openly pick his nose. Anna had even caught him eating his findings once.
He would prop his booted feet up on the coffee table, no matter if they were mud ridden or not.
He would come home slick with sweat after a hard day's work or grubby from tinkering with his pickup's engine and not even bother to shower before going to bed.
But he did work hard. He held down two jobs on top of his University studies and helped out at his parents' farm.
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Hans had always coasted by on his charm and his family's fortune: Kristoff took pride in the work that he accomplished with his own two hands.
Hans had offered her nothing but lip service: Kristoff cared about what was going on in her life, actually cared, and he listened to what she had to say, even if it was a lot.
Hans had pushed, never giving her time or space to think, to consider: Kristoff was patient, allowing her to set the pace in all things.
Hans had seemed to like everyone but loved no one but himself: Kristoff seemed to like no one but he loved his family and his dog more than anything, except her.
Hans was a complete fake: Kristoff was wonderfully real.
No, Kristoff was not Hans.
Hans was flawed, but Kristoff is perfect.