Hans returned to the kitchen, having finished his meeting with another dignitary. It had taken him less time than he thought, and he couldn't help but whistle as he walked.

Once he entered the kitchen, however, he stood still, frozen as an ice statue.

"What?" Kristoff asked, cocking his head to the side. "Is there something wrong, Hans?" While he spoke, his finger remained firmly up his nose. To think that Hans actually held that man's hand!

Hans only remained still. This had to be a dream. For all of Kristoff's faults, he would never do something like this.

Right?

Kristoff sighed, and then put his finger in his mouth.

"Did you actually just do that?" Finally, Hans could again make himself move; he pointed straight at Kristoff. "Tell me that I did not imagine that."

"No, you didn't."

Mechanically, Hans walked back over to his seat at the kitchen table. For once, he was glad to be sitting across from his boyfriend rather than beside him.

An image of Kristoff's dirty, booger covered finger ran through Hans's mind, and a shiver ran up his spine.

He looked down to his plate. Since he had gotten interrupted while meeting dinner, most of his food was probably cold by now. He hadn't had the chance to finish anything, only eating bits and pieces of each food item. There were his green beans, mashed potatoes, and corn.

"Hey, what happened to my sandwich?" Hans frowned, and he couldn't help but notice what looked like crumbs on the sides of Kristoff's lips.

Kristoff rolled his eyes. "I don't get why you're mad."

"What?"

"We finish each other's sandwiches!"

Hans sighed. "And you pick your nose..." He stuck his tongue out. "And then eat the boogers!"

"Hey, you do too!"

"I do not!" Hans scowled. "I, sir, am a prince."

"All guys do it."

"Not me."

"I've seen you!"

Hans pushed away his chair. "You have not!" That was the one habit that he had never been able to break as a child, and thus had fiercely hid it, only doing it when he was in private.

Kristoff smirked. "Oh yes I have. I saw you do it one night before I came into our bedroom."

"No!" Hans repeated, his burning cheeks bright red. "No, you have not!"

Kristoff chuckled. "But Hans, it's like you always say: Love is an open door."

"Yes, left open by accident." As Hans continued to eat his meal, his cheeks slowly cooled.