hi everyone. so this story just popped into my head bc of the lack of kristanna fics out there. ;w; but im not sure if i should continue this... please r&r and enjoy~

"Your music sucks!"

The barista screeched as he threw the little redhead out of his shop with ease, hitting her bottom on the cold wet streets of New York as the rain continued to pour above her head.

Those words were enough to break Anna Arendelle's heart into a million tiny pieces, her face twisting in grimace as her eyebrows knit up with her big round eyes having tears threatening to pour right out as she looked up.

"W-wait! No!" she immediately recovered from her fall as she got up and clutched at the shop owner's shirt, begging. "Please—please! I need the job I can play 24/7 if you want just—"

"Are you deaf, lassie?!" the man turned to her, the beating of her heart pounding against her chest as she tried to not take his words to heart. "I said, your. Music. Sucks. Find another guy or deaf man to listen to your music!"

She caught a glimpse of what he was holding in one hand, the warm air of his shop tickling her face as she held back and bit her lower lip.

Wait, no, no—not my—

He broke from her grasp and threw her against the floor again, falling on the ground on her bottom once more.

Crash

No.

Anna watched in horror as her guitar, her dreams, her career—her life crash and fall before her eyes. Her heart sank as she clutched on her damp skirt and grazed her hand to her knee, now scarred by the rough surface of the streets of New York.

"Kids, sheesh!" the man grumbled as he slammed the door behind him. "It's so hard to find raw talent these days…"

It wasn't Anna's fault.

She had nothing to do with it. She didn't want to run away from home to a city she barely knew. She didn't want to be all alone and no place to sleep in a scary city that she wasn't fond of. It wasn't her fault that she caught a bad cold that she can't sing properly even if she wanted to. It wasn't her fault that she ended up cold and alone in the streets of New York because she's chasing after her dream.

Sniffles.

Anna wasn't going to cry. She was a strong, independent woman who was trying to find a job so that she could continue on living. She doesn't need anybody. Or so she believes.

She picked up her cream-colored guitar, cradling it in her arms as if soothing a baby to sleep. There was an unlikely crack on the side of it now as she grazed her fingers over it to memorize its crevices like a song.

Anna immediately got up. She knew couldn't mope around, still having burning hope in her heart. She didn't run all the way to New York just to get rejected by an old fart after all.

"Right!" she cheered to himself as she brushed off her skirt and hoisted her guitar over her shoulder while blinking back tears. Fisting her hands she pumped them into the air with a burning determination stirring in her soul. "I can't lose hope now! There are like, over hundreds of other shops who'd accept me… right?"

Her voice cracked slightly, hoarse from the cold she caught. She shook her head and began to walk down the wet streets, careful not to slip and fall on her bottom again. Her wet skirt dancing in each step she took, not caring that her pink shirt was already soaked in the rain.

"Hmmph!" she huffed to herself. "One day if I get famous I am so going to get revenge on that old man! Huh, who asked him to judge my talents? What does he know about talent, about my life, my dreams, my—"

Her voice caught up in her throat as she stopped on the curb, the streetlamps flicking on and off along the empty streets. Not a single shadow to be seen except for hers.

'Maybe I really do suck.

Anna came to the conclusion as she looked up into the heavens and hung her head backward letting the rain fall on her delicate face like teardrops. Dusk had already settled over New York, a place she was unfamiliar of despite its fame. Her eyes clouding and pooling with her own tears as well as she continued to watch her whole world falling apart. Despite it all, she managed to curl her lips up into a tired smile, eyebrows knitting up as she saw the heavens strike lightning into the sky, shaking and flashing lights of little hope in her heart in the middle of dusk. Not a star to be seen, hopeless.

She hung her head forward, burrowing one booted shoe into the ground. What's she going to do now? She had no place to stay… no job… no career… her dreams flushed down the drain and—

Anna began to run with eyes screwed shut as wretched memories flood her mind.

You're not good enough

You're not cut out to be a star

She just wanted to get away, far, far away.

You have too many freckles

Your songs are too cliché

You're—

"Ach!" she whimpered as she hit a rather sturdy, yet human like form in her sprint, making her stagger back and fall on a grimy puddle on her bottom again. Her skirt was soaking wet now with mud, and gosh did she swear her arse was swelling already from falling down for too many times in one night, she's lost count.

"You really should watch where you're going," she heard a man sigh above her. Anna's vision had blurred, easing a hand to her head as her sight shook from her fall. Looking up, she saw a blonde man with quite a rough physique. "Seriously, who bumps into the one person walking in an empty street? Are you blind? Or maybe you were running with your eyes closed? Maybe you should get your eyes checked."

He scowled above her, cranking his neck and popping the knots on his broad shoulders with a black umbrella in one hand and eased his free hand to straighten his jacket.

Anna felt the lump in her throat rise, the heaviness in her chest being a burden to her now unsteady breathing. Somehow, the man above her reminded her of how much worse her night could actually get. She sniffled, trying to hold back the welling tears in the corners in her eyes.

She didn't meant to, really.

"I'm sorry it's just that—" she took a sharp inward breath and exhaled heavily, her eyes traveling everywhere, uncertain where she should lock her gaze at. "—I'm having a bad day, and I didn't mean to bump into you, a-and yeah I was running with my eyes closed and it's just that—" she choked. "I'm sorry."

The blonde couldn't believe he actually made a complete stranger cry. Almost. Now she was just making him feel like a complete jerk about it. He was left flabbergasted as he watched her hold back, her cheeks puffing red and her eyes screwing shut as she tried to hide her face by wiping her tears using her arm soaked in the rain. He figured he was being too harsh on the poor girl…

He cursed beneath his breath and sighed in defeat.

"Here, get up," he reached out and offered his hand. Anna was quite fazed that even though she crashed into him like a mad bull with bloodshot eyes jousting its target, he didn't fall. She did see him stumble from their unlikely crash, but guessing by the looks of it, from his flexing muscle beneath his coat, and her eyes tracing the veins popping in his wrist, it took more than just a puppy like her to bring down this man. Nevertheless, she did take his hand as she stopped her sobbing.

Pulling herself up, she faced down on the ground not wanting to look up the stranger. She just crashed into him, got yelled at and almost cried in front of him. Gosh, that was embarrassing. Not that she wanted to make a good impression on him or anything but…

"I'm sorry, really," she admitted sincerely this time, still scared of looking him in the eye as she wiped the wretched tears that stained her face, poorly hidden in the rain. "I'll be more careful next time. I got to go—"

Just when she was about to slip past him, his calloused hands suddenly grasped her wrist tightly. Her heart stopped.

"You're not from around here, aren't you?"

"Um, no," she admitted turning to him.

"Do you have a coat? An umbrella?"

She shook her head no.

"…a place to stay?"

Again, she shook her head as she felt her cheeks flare. Her eyes batted up at him in curiosity why he was peppering her with questions.

Anna got a good view of him now, she was right. He was big, but not fat big. He was more of muscular kind of big. Blonde hair a mop beneath a warm fuzzy beanie hat and a black jacket. He had sort of a big nose, but it looked good on him. His cheeks were bright pink, maybe from the cold or maybe he's blushing? She wasn't sure.

He is kind of cute…

Anna mentally slapped herself.

Finally, after an awkward silence the blonde managed to choke out words.

"C'mere," he said as he pulled her towards his broad chest. Anna's cheeks burned as her mind went completely for a moment as she was pressed against him. She felt him shift against her.

"Here," he offered as she felt a sudden warmth envelope her entire body. He wrapped his jacket around her and the pulled the hood over her head. She looked up at him, shocked. He shrugged at her and began walking down the road.

Shocked, she couldn't help but tilt her head towards the complete stranger who's just given her his jacket. She cocked an eyebrow at him just in time for him to see as he looked at her over his shoulder.

"Are you coming or what?" Anna cringed as she then squinted her eyes at him, still skeptical.

"W-Where?"

"My apartment," he stated bluntly as he turned away from her and began to walk straight ahead again. "I assure you it's a lot cozier than staying in the streets surviving on leftovers with the rats, you know."

Anna felt tears well, threatening to stream down her face again, but held it back. No one has ever done her a nice gratitude in weeks, not her sister, not her maids left at home, not the talent scouts, but it was this rugged stranger she absolutely knew nothing about.

She bit back her grin and clutched at his jacket that was comfortably wrapped around her as she began to run towards him stopping abruptly as she walked side by side with him.

"You should dry off, don't want you catching a—"

"Achoo!"

Anna suddenly sneezed right in front of him, but in just the right time to cover her button nose and mouth. With a runny nose, she sniffed her cold back in.

"—cold. Too late," he sighed.

From the corner of his eyes, he could see her small shoulders shaking from the cold. He groaned to himself again.

With one hand holding his umbrella up, his arm reached towards her and tugged her in an undeniably awkward hug. Anna jerked her head up at him in surprise, feeling her cheeks flush almost immediately as his body warmth enveloped her in the sudden closeness.

"T-the extra warmth helps," his cheeks were burning as well as he strained himself not to look down at her puppy dog eyes. Her shoulder kept bumping up his chest. "Don't look at me like that!"

She giggled.

"I'm Anna," she introduced herself politely, still not wavering to break contact with him as her boots made splashing noises on muddy puddles.

"Kristoff," he replied casually, finally looking down to meet her gaze. "Starts with a K and ends with two F's."

She was small, that's for sure. He thought he might be a foot taller than her, considering how petite she was. Her auburn hair reminded him of autumn, crisp and nice. It was divided into two braids, bouncing with each step she took. Face sprinkled with freckles, button nose, tight-lipped smile—in the back of his head he was distracting himself because of the fact that she was so cute looking up at him with big round puppy eyes.

He mentally jabbed himself.

"Thank you," Anna said sincerely as they walked, his fingers easing over her shoulder as he drew her closer, seeing how she was still shivering against him. "Really."

He smiled back.

Maybe this stranger isn't so bad after all.

Kristoff thought in the back of his head as the rain continued to pour above the umbrella, even though she was sort of annoying and stubborn. Anna had her guitar slung on her back ready if he were ever going to try anything funny—she wouldn't think twice of smashing it on his head.

But she did think he was nice, too.

im not sure if i should continue this... it's bc of the lack of kristanna fics i want to contribute in making a kristanna modern au, too. ;) please leave a review if you think i should continue this.

till next time bros~