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The Suit

Kristoff didn't understand why after twenty one years of not giving a reindeer's behind about clothes he had to start now. He had torn his way through a lot of tunics in his time but it was nothing a trip to the flea market couldn't fix - trade in some ice for a new pair of pants, not a problem and he'd be on his way.

Now he stood in front of the mirror that leaned against the wall of his unnecessarily large room Anna had shoved him into a month ago. The tailor must have been playing a mean trick on him because there was no way this never ending pile of blue and black clothing was supposed to look like a suit in the end. He wasn't that good with puzzles.

Kristoff wasn't a royal. Which is why he was so confused about attending a royal function. Wasn't there some kind of rule about that sort of thing? Something about protecting the noble status? Anna had laughed right in his face when he told her that, then proceeded to grab his arm quite viciously and said in her scariest voice 'If you don't come with me I will fill your sleigh with everything you love and ride it off a cliff for the second time'.

She was a true master of persuasion, which is why Kristoff was now looking at a strip of dark blue silk with no idea what to do with it. Did it go in a pocket? Around his neck? Maybe if he tied it tight enough he'd pass out and be able to skip this thing, because the idea of dancing about with a bunch of royal idiots really didn't fill him with a whole lot of enthusiasm.

Don't get him wrong, Anna and Elsa were an exception to his opinions but they were one of the few that didn't use their bloodline as an excuse to act like a snob. Maybe he was being a bit bias, but his experiences so far had not been friendly. He couldn't count the number of times his sleigh had been broken because some royal in horse-drawn carriage and his army of escorts demanded a one-hundred metre path on their way to the kingdom.

He was dreading the ball, but he would admit that the look on Anna's face when he told her he would go was worth it. Whatever he could do to put a smile on her face was worth it, really. It had taken him a month to become a total sucker for her, which was good, because Sven had bets on two weeks.

Was he supposed to look ridiculous in this suit? Because it seemed that was the kind of look his tailor was going for. The pants and boots were easy enough to put on, albeit a bit tight. Was he supposed to be this... on show? Was this a royal custom he didn't know about? At least the dark blue of his pants provided a little decency. Any tighter and he would be wearing pantyhose, and that was where he would draw the line. Then draw over it again. And one final time, just for good measure.

Buttoning up the white dress shirt was easy enough, but after that he got stuck. Kristoff had turned into a five year old who didn't know how to dress himself. He rolled his eyes and undid his top button, feeling awfully restricted. He didn't think he could move without ripping something. Royal clothes didn't really come in his size, but the tailor had tried his best.

Kristoff was just about to strip off and try again when a rapid knock passed through his door, and he already knew it was Anna before she came bursting through the door not a second later. There was nothing hesitant about that girl, she could bolt her way through a brick wall.

He had gave her a double take because for once, he hadn't been sure it was his girlfriend at all. The beautiful woman clad in navy looked so different, so elegant, so sophisticated. Wisps of hair curled around her face to gather at the nape of her neck, brushing against the bare skin of her glowing shoulders, beautiful small and dainty figure accentuated by a stunning dress that flowed in a breeze that wasn't there. Her eyes were dark and full of mischief, and it was only when she smiled brightly that he realised it was Anna. His Anna.

He wasn't sure if his pants were cutting off the blood circulation to his legs or if it was just him going weak-kneed at the sight of her.

When he noticed she was looking at him the same way he was looking at her, his outfit seemed a fit a little better, and he stood up a little taller. He had an obnoxious urge to flex but he would probably rip his shirt at the seams (not being pretentious, facts are facts people).

"Anna..." He breathed, eyes fixed on her, mouth slightly agape. He quickly composed himself, clearing his throat and moving his hand to rest on the back of his neck, but bringing it down when he felt his shirt resisting. "You look amazing." He was a blushing fool.

"Those are tight pants." Anna giggled. He could see her eyes desperately trying to look everywhere else, and she was failing miserably.

No more blushing fool, he was as red as a tomato.

"But very handsome nonetheless." Anna made her way over to him, eyeing the pile of clothes gathered on the floor. "Even though you're a tad underdressed. Hey, we match!" She excited pointed between the blue of his pants and her dress - almost identical.

"You totally planned that." Kristoff knew Anna, he wouldn't buy that for a second.

"Nuh uh." Her hands were on her hips. She meant business. "I had my own wardrobe malfunctions today, thank you very much."

Kristoff scoffed. "Doesn't look like it." He gestured to the length of her, making a point of how good she made that dress look. He would admit he only did it so he could look her up and down again.

"It's actually Elsa's! Well, it was Mama's, but she gave it to Elsa and Elsa's letting me wear it because I got chocolate all over my other one."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"Coming from someone who managed to button up their shirt wrong."

Kristoff looked down. That made his heart droop a little, he'd been so sure he'd gotten the shirt right. He had missed two buttons completely and it was severely disjointed. "I thought it was meant to look like that."

Before he could do anything Anna's hands flew up to his chest and started unbuttoning his shirt impressively fast. She'd already gotten three undone by the time Kristoff jerked back and held her at arm's length.

"Woah, woah! What do you think you're doing?"

Anna rolled her eyes, swatting away his hands from her shoulders. "Seducing you, what do you think?" She said flatly, moving forward to unbutton the rest of his shirt. "You seem to be struggling with the concept of royal clothing, so I'll help you out. Don't thank me or anything, it's fine."

As subtle as Anna was trying to be, he could still see her eyes dragging up and down his exposed chest. She looked up at him and quickly averted her gaze when she saw that he'd caught her.

"Just looking for an excuse to undress me, aren't you?"

Anna buttoned up his shirt properly, making an effort to did her nails into him as she did so.

"I could just leave you to dress yourself and let you risk showing up to your first ball looking like a crazy person." Anna looked at him like she was so innocent but he knew that wasn't an empty threat. So he better watch his tongue.

"I'm going to be a crazy person anyway. I have no clue what I'm getting myself into here, Anna." Kristoff said honestly, looking at his reflection in the mirror. It was an out of body experience. These clothes were probably worth more than his entire life savings, and he was supposed to go on about it like it was no big deal? It was weird and made him uncomfortable. He wasn't the socialising type of guy. Small talk was not his thing. Anna could talk to anyone about anything and they would fall in love with her, but it wasn't so easy for him. He was nervous to be around a mob of royals when the closest thing he'd come to a noble status was 'Kristoff Bjorgman, valiant and pungent reindeer king'.

Maybe he'd introduce himself as that just to see what their reactions would be like.

"Kristoff." Anna said his name softly, grabbing his attention. She fastened the very last button and rested her hands on his chest. "I'm not going to make you act like you're royal, and I'm not going to make you walk around and introduce yourself to anyone you don't want to."

She leant down and dug through the pile, finding a black vest. She gave it to him and he pulled his arms through, and Anna moved to button it up, continuing with her speech. "Royal people are boring. None of them like to have fun, which is why I need you there to make it fun." Her smile was enough to reassure him, as she pulled the same blue silk fabric he was curious about out of the pile, fixing it around his neck and tucking it into his dress shirt. She told him it was a cravat. That's dumb.

"I promise you Kristoff," Anna said with grandeur, pulling a black tailcoat from the pile and moving behind him, "the only thing I want you to do at this ball is to dance with me and stuff your face with chocolate with me and make fun of all the snobby people with me."

Kristoff chuckled as Anna held out the coat behind him. He threaded his arms through and adjusted it around himself. Looking in the mirror, he didn't look too bad. Anna joined him in the reflection, hands clasped at her heart.

"You should wear this all the time." She seemed to be appreciating it much more than he was, and he was starting to think that was the point.

"If I move too much I'm going to rip this coat in half."

Anna scoffed and waved off his caution. "They all feel like that at first!" She swung her arms around his neck and moved until they were face to face with each other. "You'll get used to it. You're going to be attending many a ball with me from now on."

"Do you get to dress me every time?" Kristoff smiled, locking his hands around her waist, careful not to wrinkle her gown.

"Nope, this was a onetime deal." Damn, he'd be a lot more excited about balls if this was what led up to them.

"Shame." Kristoff pouted, but quickly moved in to steal a kiss from her. He could already tell she'd been into the chocolate. "But thanks Anna, really."

Anna was all smiley, and then her expression dropped into something quizzical. "We still have one more thing to do yet."

She untangled herself from his arms and made his way to his ensuite, pulling open a drawer and fishing out a green tin.

"What's that?"

"We have to sort out your hair."

"What's wrong with my hair?" He didn't mean to sound so wounded.

"It's all, like," Anna murmured, grabbing his desk chair on her way back to the mirror, "you know, moppy?"

She placed the chair in front of him and pointed for him to sit. He did, not looking impressed. "Oh stop it, you big baby." Anna unscrewed the tin, revealing a wet looking waxy substance. "I personally like your hair, but it's not Coronation Ball appropriate, you get me?" She smiled sheepishly at him in the mirror, before scooping out a glob of the stuff, rubbing it between her fingers, and smoothing his hair back.

"This is the grossest thing ever." Kristoff muttered, squirming as the slimy stuff made its way through his hair. Having Anna's fingers running over his scalp though was surprisingly soothing, however, so he would deal with it.

"That's better!" Anna dashed off to the bathroom again to wash her hands clean.

Kristoff agreed. He didn't like how sticky it felt, but it did look more fancy than having a blonde mess over his eyes and jutting out around his ears.

He was feeling a lot better about the ball now. He seemed to feel better about a lot of things when Anna was there to calm him down. There was so much he didn't know about this new life of his. No matter how hard Anna tried to convince him that being romantically involved with a princess was no different than anyone else, it was. There was expectations he had to uphold, or else he would be ridiculed. No more hiding up in the mountains, he had to be on show all the time to demonstrate that he was worthy of Anna, even if he didn't entirely feel like he was.

But just because he was nervous, no, scared, so mind-numbingly scared about the reality of people having to pay attention to him, didn't mean he was going to give up. Anna had given him a new perspective on life. He was still adjusting, but soon everything would fall into place.

A knock reverberated through his door and he heard the familiar voice of Kai say, "Princess Anna? Mr. Bjorman? Guests are arriving, it may be time to make your appearance."

Anna squealed, skipping over to Kristoff. "We'll be right there, Kai!"

She stood there for a good minute, adjusting his coat and cravat and taming his hair. With a proud sigh she said, "Perfect! This is going to be great. Are you ready?"

With her smiling at him like that how could he not be. He held out his arm to her in response and she took it graciously, but not before standing up on her toes to kiss him on the lips.

"Thanks for doing this with me, Kristoff."

"Anytime, feistypants. Let's not keep the people waiting."

With a determined grunt of approval Anna quickly pulled on his arm and they made their way out the door.

A/N: These two are forever my favourite, there's so much fun banter to play around with, don't you reckon?

What do you thinks going to happen at the ball? Will it be smooth sailing for the trio or will mischief ensue? I don't even know yet if we're being honest

Leave me your thoughts pleaseee :)