"What are we gonna do?" Elsa sighed and looked up at the crumbling building before them. The outside was black and charred, and parts of the structure had burned up and fallen down. There was no way it was still inhabitable.

The police and an ambulance had shown up shortly after Anna's outburst. Elsa excused herself to talk to an officer about some paperwork, leaving Anna still curled up in Kristoff's lap. She clung to him and burrowed her face into his neck and wept softly. He couldn't stand the thought of letting her go in this state, so he carried her over to the ambulance to get checked out. It had taken some convincing, but Anna eventually cooperated and let the EMT check her vital signs. He had slipped away from her while she was distracted to help the rest of his team.

The fire was out at that point, and the firefighters were reeling in their equipment and re-packing the truck.

"Hey, Bjorgman." Jake called out and walked over to where Kristoff was loading up the used oxygen tanks. "Did you talk to them about where they're staying tonight?"

"No, not yet. Why?"

"Just wondering. The little one seems pretty fond of you." Jake gave Kristoff a pointed look while he tried to ignore his face getting hot.

"She's just upset." Kristoff busied himself rearranging several unused loops of rope.

"Sure." Jake nodded and looked away. "Well, I just thought you might want to offer up the safehouse at the station as an option." Jake looked over at Kristoff again with a smirk and clapped him on the back. "In case she gets upset again."

Kristoff sighed as Jake waltzed away, seemingly proud of himself. He looked over to find the sisters sitting on the curb together. Anna had an emergency blanket wrapped tightly around her. He had to admit there was something he liked about her. They'd met under traumatizing circumstances about 3 hours prior, and she had almost given him a concussion from thrashing about, but he admired her determination. And her pretty eyes. And her freckles.

Snap out of it, Bjorgman. He shook his head and wiped his palm down his face before taking a deep breath and walking over to the sisters.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt." He waved as he approached and the girls looked up at him. "I um, just wanted to check up on you two."

"Thanks. We're OK. As OK as we can be, I suppose." Elsa responded with a small smile, but it didn't reach her eyes.

Kristoff nodded and looked at Anna, who looked dazed but locked eyes with him until he looked away and cleared his throat.

"Um, have any of the officers talked to you about where to stay tonight?"

"No, we were wondering about that though." Elsa bit the side of her cheek.

"Well, it isn't much, but the station is also a safehouse. We have a room set up with some extra beds for emergencies. You're welcome to stay as long as you need."

"Oh, well thank you. We don't have a lot of other options, so we'll probably take you up on that." Elsa sounded relieved and her smile looked more genuine.

"OK, cool. I'll tell the guys and you can follow us back in your car, if you like." Kristoff turned to head back to the truck.

"Can I ride in the firetruck?" Anna piped up.

"Oh, Uh. I don't –" He turned his head back around to see Anna looking more vibrant than before. Her eyes sparkled in the light of the lamppost as they locked with his again. "Sure. Yes. Of course you can." He said before he realized what had come out of his mouth. She smiled and turned to her sister.

"Can I?" Anna asked, bouncing her knees up and down. Elsa looked between her sister and Kristoff. He shrugged.

"OK." Elsa said hesitantly. "But be careful, please." She said this to Anna as well as Kristoff. He nodded his head in response.

"I love you, Elsa." She hugged her sister before bounding up off the curb and joining Kristoff with a smile.

"I love you too. I mean it! Be careful! I'm following in the car!" Elsa shouted as Anna walked away.

Much to the chagrin of the other firefighters, he convinced them to let him and Anna ride upfront in the cab of the firetruck. He spent the entire ride talking her out of pushing buttons she didn't need to be pressing and eventually had to pin her arms down to stop her from touching things. She didn't seem to mind though, as she snuggled up to him and lay her head on his shoulder. She fell asleep quickly after that. When they arrived, he carefully picked her up and cradled her to his chest once again. Elsa met him with the same smirk he'd received from the members of his team and followed him into the station to their temporary shelter.

The next morning, Kristoff walked into the guest bunk-room carrying two paper cups of coffee. He spotted Elsa sitting at a long table, paperwork spread all around her. He cleared his throat.

"Oh, good morning!" She looked up and regarded him with a smile.

"Hi, I uh. I thought you guys might need some coffee." He set the cups down on the corner of the table and proceeded to empty the contents of his pockets next to them, sugar packets and travel sized cream containers. "I wasn't sure how you liked your coffee, so…" he trailed off.

"That was very thoughtful of you. Christopher, was it?"

"Just Kristoff."

"Well thank you, just Kristoff. I'm surprised you're still here."

"Oh, I just got off. We usually work 12 hours, and then two days off. Where is ah…" He looked around the room until his eyes stopped on a lump of blankets with a mass of red hair poking out of the top.

"Anna's still asleep, I'm afraid." Elsa followed his gaze and smiled softly.

"Ah." Kristoff looked down at the ground and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Listen, I want to thank you for everything you've done for us." Elsa started.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just doing my job." Kristoff recited quickly.

"Well, I also mean what you've done for Anna."

"Oh, um." Kristoff met Elsa's eyes briefly before chancing a glance at the bunk Anna was sleeping in.

"You've been very kind to her. She's been through a lot lately. She deserves some kindness. So thank you."

"Yeah. It was nothing, really." He coughed and brought his hand up to rub the back of his neck, willing the redness to stop spreading across his face.

"You like her, don't you?" Elsa asked and Kristoff's head shot up with eyes wide. Elsa laughed. "I only ask because I think she likes you too."

"Oh…you think so?" Kristoff hesitated before glancing at her bunk once again.

"A sister knows." Elsa smiled. "I can tell her you stopped by. If she ever wakes up, that is. She's a pretty heavy sleeper…but I guess you know that by now." Elsa chuckled. Kristoff coughed in response and fumbled to pull a card out of his back pocket.

"Right. Well, here's my card. If you two need anything at all, please let me know." He placed it on the table next to the coffees and hurried out the door.

A few days later the sisters stood outside of their parents house. It looked even worse in the daylight. Anna grabbed Elsa's hand as they approached the scene. A different team of firefighters were wading through the rubble to assess the damage and make sure it was safe enough for people to walk around in. One of the firefighters approached them.

"It looks like a total loss, unfortunately." He looked between the two girls.

"Yes, I thought so. I've already made a claim with our insurance." Elsa responded while Anna looked away and willed her tears not to come.

"That's a good start, ma'am." He cleared his throat. "If you'd like to follow me inside, we can see if there's anything worth saving. I'm afraid there won't be much, though."

They followed him inside, stepping where he told them to and avoiding the holes and burnt obstacles along the way. The inside of the house was unrecognizable. The furniture was mostly gone; the cushions had all burned up into a pile leaving only the charred frames. Most of the books were burned as well, leaving only partial pieces in tact. Elsa gasped at the sight, but kept herself as pulled together as she could, if only for her sister.

Anna was already in tears, with her hands over her mouth in disbelief. All that her parents left them was gone. Anna made her way through the rubble to her old room. The walls were blackened with smoke, including all of the posters that once hung there. Her bed looked a lot like the rest of the furniture, with the frame standing, but not much else. She walked toward the dresser and picked up a framed photo that looked relatively unscathed. The metal edges were black and the glass was cloudy, but the picture was still clear. It was from the last big family vacation they'd taken before Anna left for school. They stood huddled together in front of an exhibit at Animal Kingdom with several baby elephants playing in the background. She rubbed the glass against her shirt and held it to her chest, while memories flooded her head. She slowly walked back to the front of the house.

Elsa stood with a frown and her arms folded while the firefighter talked to her about the cleanup process and requesting help from some local organizations. She excused herself when she saw Anna approach. Anna held out the photo without a word and handed it to her sister. Elsa examined as several tears escaped her eyes, but she wiped them away hurriedly and threw her arms around Anna.

"I miss them, Elsa." Anna cried into her sister's shoulder.

"I know, Anna. I miss them too." Elsa squeezed a little tighter as Anna began to shake and gasp between sobs.

Kristoff turned down Lakewood and headed toward the large house he'd been to a few days prior. He wasn't on duty, but he'd wanted to see how bad the damage was. And if he so happened to bump into a certain redhead, well that was OK too. His hands gripped the steering wheel as he approached the house and began to second guess his actions. Was this too creepy? Would she even want to see him? She was bound to be in an emotional state after returning, especially after putting up such a fight the night it happened. Then again, her sister had said she liked him. She'd seemed to give her blessing for him to talk to her. But maybe she was wrong and it was just the stress of the situation. Maybe she just wanted comfort in the moment and was glad to forget about him when he left. He had left his card in hopes that she would call him, but maybe that was expecting too much.

He stopped in front of the house and parked, but sat in his truck. He watched a few of his colleagues walk in and out of the house carefully with clipboards in hand. He knew they were trying to find the cause of the fire, and he didn't envy them. Searching for clues in a house-sized pile of ash and rubble was about as hard as it sounded. It was a task they all had to participate in, but one of his least favorite.

He went back and forth in his head about what he was really doing there and whether he should just leave before anyone noticed him. He rested his forehead on his steering wheel and smacked his head against it a few times for good measure. He hadn't noticed the two sisters emerge from the house, or the smirk that Elsa had plastered on her face when she recognized his blonde mop, or her coaxing Anna to approach him. He heard a tap on the window and he almost jumped out of his seat. The look of terror on his face softened when he saw Anna give him a small wave and point to the passenger door. He unlocked it, unsure of whether she wanted to come in or wanted him to come out, but she opened the door and climbed into his truck.

"Hi." she said softly.

"Hey." He shifted in his seat to face her.

"I got your coffee. After I woke up, I mean. Elsa told me you came by." Anna looked down at her lap and absentmindedly picked at a hole forming in her jeans.

"Oh yeah, it was nothing." He stared at her and couldn't think of anything else to say. You are terrible at this.

"I wasn't expecting to see you here today. Elsa told me you were probably off." Anna sniffed and wiped her nose on the sleeve of her baby blue hoodie. Her face was red and puffy. She'd obviously been crying.

"Oh, I am." He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. "I just…wanted to check on…some things." Kristoff inwardly cursed at himself.

"Oh. What sort of…things are you checking on?" Anna folded her hands in her lap and looked at him.

"Um." He exhaled loudly. "I. Honestly? I was looking for you. And your sister." he added hastily. "I stopped by the station, but I obviously missed you…and your sister." He coughed. Smooth.

"You missed me?" Anna squeaked out. Her eyes grew into large blue saucers that almost rendered Kristoff speechless.

"Well, I. Uh. I meant I went looking for you and you weren't there. So I came here." He met her eyes and swore he saw some of the light leave.

"Oh. Yeah. That's obviously what you meant." She let out a small sad laugh and looked out the window toward her house.

"But, I mean…I guess it's possible that I also…missed missed you." What the hell does that even mean, Bjorgman?

"Oh," she turned back to look at him and offered a small smile. "That's good." She laughed and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "So…" she started.

"So." He breathed out.

"You found me. Now what?"

"Ah. Well. I, um. I hadn't really thought that far."

"OK." She giggled and it was music to his ears. Her eyes crinkled as she smiled and he wanted to lose himself in them.

"I suppose. I just wanted to see you again." Wait, what?

"Oh." She was quiet, but not unpleasantly so.

"I was wondering." He stopped, pushing away his inner critic. "I was wondering if I couldseeyouagain?" He rushed the last part, to guarantee the words made it out. "Maybe we could go get coffee or something. I mean, like real coffee, not fire station coffee."

"Oh!" She sounded surprised. "That's very sweet of you." She bit her lip and looked down at her hands.

"Or, or we don't have to do that. We don't have to do anything. I just. I'm sorry, I think I misread something."

"NO, no, it's not that." She reached out and grabbed his hand that had been resting on his knee. They both looked at it before she continued. "I would love to. I just. Maybe not today?" She sighed. "I have no idea where my life is going at this point and I just lost…I lost the one thing that still made sense…and now that's fallen apart like the rest of my life." She gasped and tried to hide her face as she started crying again.

He scooted to the middle of the truck's bench seat and reached for her without thinking. She let his arms envelope her and pull her to rest against his chest. She nuzzled into him like it was second nature and he stroked her hair.

"M'sorry." She muffled into his shirt.

"Don't be. I'm not very good at asking girls out." He laughed and she looked up at him. She looked confused.

"No, not for that. For crying all over you." She lay her head back down on his shoulder. "I want to get coffee with you. Just…later. When I'm not as sad." She sniffled and adjusted herself closer to him.

"I can definitely work with that," he smiled easily and rocked slowly back and forth. "And for the record, I don't mind you crying on me."

"Good. 'cuz you're really comfy." She snuggled her head into his neck with a contented sigh.

"Are you going to fall asleep on me again?"

"Mmm. I dunno what you're talking 'bout." She slurred her words and drifted off.