new chapter! hope you all had a lovely valentines day!

disclaimer: frozen isnt mine...they should just let it go and give it to me

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Somehow, Olaf had found the horror movie channel and had proceeded to play it. The trio then turned off the lights (much to Olaf's persistence of wanting a movie theatre-like feel) and got comfortable on the lush couches. Olaf took the loveseat (after all, love experts deserve the love seats), and Kristoff and Anna sat on the sofa.

Halfway into the movie, the group had each gotten comfortable and maybe a little bit scared. Olaf kept his jocose eyes plastered to the television, Anna shoveled another handful of popcorn into her mouth and kept her eyes widened at the screen, and Kristoff sat emotionless, trying not to laugh at Anna's frightened and over-dramatic expression. She bit her lip adorably, and Kristoff couldn't help but daze into his fantasies.

He could imagine doing this with her: the foot-wide space between them completely destroyed as he placed his arm around her protectively and Anna grabbing onto his warm, broad chest for comfort during the extra-scary parts. Kristoff would laugh at her, and she would protest, but he would only be kidding, and whisper insignificant nothings into her ears when she got especially squirmy. Olaf would be there too, obliviously teasing Anna and Kristoff about their cute and perfect relationship, and how Anna was one lucky girl and vice versa.

Kristoff would have continued his little daydream, but he felt a warm body dangerously close to his, red hair covering the face that was burying itself in his shoulder. This caught him completely off guard, and he couldn't help but let her name escape his lips questioningly. He tried to ignore his arm's desire to wrap around Anna's small frame to comfort her, how good she smelled, and how wonderful it felt to have someone hold on to him like he meant something.

Anna's head shot up, but only a little. She faced him with her big, expressive eyes, but kept her head turned from everything else. "I'm sorry. I'm just a little scared," she bit her lip again, and Kristoff painfully restrained himself from just kissing her right then and there. "I can move, if you want," she whispered, teal eyes staring intently up into amber.

"No, no, it's fine," Kristoff choked out, using all his willpower - which was slowly decreasing every second Anna looked at him like that- and wrapping his arms awkwardly around the tiny girl.

This night was going to be a long one.

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Elsa stuck out her tongue in concentration as she tried to jiggle the keys into the lock with one hand and hold a wiggly, overexcited dog in the other. After five minutes of trial and fail, she finally managed to poke the correct key and flew the door open.

Much to her delight, and after fourteen long hours at the agency, the weather had permitted her to go home. The climate was still severe and frigid, but she couldn't care less. She could practically smell the hot chocolate that was waiting for her, and could touch the plush pillows in her bed. But she still had this mongrel to take of first.

"Hello?" Elsa asked, surprised at how quiet and dark her apartment was. Although there was usually only the two of them, Anna somehow created enough noise for a stampede of elephants. She put down her purse and attempted to keep a tight grip on the squirmy animal. Walking into the living room, she saw the glow on the television playing softly, the only light reflecting the large area.

"Olaf? What are you doing here?" Elsa asked, surprised but not angry at his arrival.

"Shhh! They're sleeping," Olaf whispered, pointing to the pair on the other couch.

Elsa looked over warily at the mention of 'they'. There sat Kristoff and Anna, sleeping soundly with no space between them. Kristoff's arms were wrapped possessively around Anna, whose side was buried in his bulky chest, her arms splayed on his collarbone. Anna snored softly with contentment, breathing out with a small smile on her thin lips. Kristoff's unruly blonde locks covered his forehead and part of his closed eyes. His large nose was buried in Anna's wavy hair, deeply breathing in her scent. The two looked quite comfortable, a blanket draped loosely over their torsos and legs, with Anna's body snuggled in the couch. Her knees were bent on top of Kristoff's thighs.

"What is still doing here? I told Anna to make him leave," Elsa thought aloud, trying to keep her cool. Who did this guy think he was, pressing himself against her little sister? He was a homeless man they had barely known a day, and here he was trying to take advantage of naïve little Anna.

"Anna said he was her friend. I came over just a couple hours ago. We had Belgium waffles and then started watching a movie," Olaf explained what he knew about the situation. "Did you know independent movies could be so good? Because I didn't."

"Olaf! How did they get like this?" Elsa was getting impatient and angrier by the second.

"Anna got scared and practically jumped into his arms. Hey, is that a puppy?!" Olaf exclaimed, waddling over to the mutt and petting its head gently. "Since when did you guys get a dog? Oh my goodness, this is so exciting!"

"His name is Sven. I found him out in the hurricane, and no one else at work wanted him, so I took him home with me," Elsa explained, letting Olaf grab the dog out of her tired, sore arms.

"Hey there, little guy!" Olaf exclaimed, and laughed when Sven tried to lick his pointy nose. "Oh, he's trying to kiss my nose! I like you too!"

Elsa giggled softly and almost forgot about the serious case at hand. "So why are they sleeping so close? What else happened?"

"Well, we started watching a horror movie and Anna got a little scared. She practically jumped into his loving arms. After the movie, which was very good, in my opinion, I saw they were asleep. I could tell Anna had a crush on him, and they looked so warm and comfortable, so I didn't wake them up."

"Wait, Olaf. You said that Anna had a crush on him – did she say that to you?" Elsa asked, trying to piece the puzzle together.

"Well, no, but I am a love expert, and it definitely seemed that way. Kristoff could barely keep his eyes off of her – and Anna always smiled up at him. She always asked what he wanted to do," Olaf presented the evidence and Elsa bit her lip in thought. They did seem a little close, even this morning. And from what she'd seen, Kristoff didn't seem too evil.

"We should wake them," Elsa said, but after staring at the cozy couple for a few more moments, that felt too heartless. Olaf was right; they did look so happy to be with each other, even subconsciously. "Oh, never mind. I guess they can sleep here for tonight," Elsa smiled, giving in to her softer side.

"Great! I guess I can squeeze onto the loveseat. It might be hard, but it's only for a night and –" Olaf started ranting.

"Olaf! Shouldn't you be getting home?" Elsa gently tried to get the oblivious man to leave.

"Oh yes! Maybe the heater turned back on at home, now that weather is getting better!" Olaf replied, grabbing his shoes and walking towards the front door. "Have fun with those two in the morning!" Olaf giggled, and shut the door behind him.

Elsa sighed and plopped down on the loveseat, her head in her hands. What was she going to do? She knew all along, deep down, that Anna would never be able to go through with the booting out – especially since the weather was so cruel; even she felt bad. Kristoff did seem like a average guy, if one could erase the fact that he was indeed human trash. Elsa pondered the reason. He seemed nice enough, could cook, and had a healthy, strong build. So why wouldn't he get a job? Why did he live on the streets?

Quiet whimpering woke Elsa's daydreaming state and she groaned again; another problem in her conflicted life. She grabbed a towel and bowl from the kitchen and filled it with water. She whistled the dog over to the laundry room, and placed the supplies on the ground. Laying the pup down and stroking its fur gently, she relaxed it on the fluffy makeshift bed and closed the door behind her.

Even after her dramatic and conflicted night, Elsa found a reason to smile; her inviting and warm bed was calling her name.

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"Daddy's home!"

Kristoff strolled into their large apartment in the middle of the Village, shutting the door with his foot. His arms were full, his left hand clutching his work briefcase and his right occupying a fresh bouquet of flowers. He had no time to even slip off his loafers before his two children ran from the kitchen and into his arms. He laughed and lifted both of them up in his strong arms, still holding his other possessions. He gave them both a long embrace before spinning them around and placing them back on the ground.

"Daddy!" his daughter exclaimed, putting her short, stubby arms around his neck and letting her long, thick, blonde hair splay his muscled shoulder.

"Hey, feisty pants! How was your day?" Kristoff asked her, smiling.

"I lost another tooth! Mommy said the tooth fairy is gonna come tonight!" his daughter replied happily, smiling big to show off her missing pearly white.

"That's great, sweetie!" Kristoff placed his briefcase on the bench in the entryway.

"Well my new LEGO set came in today! Mommy said we could build it together tomorrow!" piped his older son, looking no bigger than six. His hair the same as his mother's; he brushed it out of his brown eyes with grubby little hands.

"That's fantastic, buddy! That'll be so fun!" Kristoff responded, smiling at his gorgeous children. "Where's mommy?" he asked, desperate to see his beautiful wife after a long day at the office.

"She's in the kitchen, trying to make dinner," his son said doubtfully.

"I'm just surprised she hasn't burned it yet," his daughter added with a high pitched whisper.

Kristoff laughed and made his way towards his destination, flowers in hand. He walked into the kitchen and saw Anna, looking as exquisite as ever, even in an unflattering apron and her braids a disheveled mess. She was rushing frantically around the kitchen, trying to keep the boiling pot from overflowing and the timer in the oven to stop beeping so demandingly. "There's my beautiful wife," Kristoff said with a grin.

"Kristoff!" Anna exclaimed, trying her best to look a little more presentable for her husband. "How was work?"

"Same old, same old," Kristoff replied, walking over to her and showing off the cluster of bright flowers in his hand. "For you."

"Kristoff! What's the occasion?" Anna asked, her eyes bright with happiness at the sight of the lush greenery. "Wait, is it our anniversary? Did I forget again?"

Her husband only laughed, placed the bouquet on the counter and wrapped his arms around his lover. "Nope, just because."

"I love you, too," Anna giggled as Kristoff leaned down for a kis–

Quiet mewls awakened Kristoff from his dream. He opened his sleep-filled orbs slowly and looked around the completely darkened apartment. That was weird, he thought. He could've sworn he'd heard a dog, but he was pretty sure that the girls didn't have any kind of pet. Didn't Anna tell him that she couldn't even keep a goldfish alive? He was about to get up and investigate when he realized that a warm, breathing body lying on top of him. He smiled at the memory of the horror movie and Anna's frightened state that caused her to fall into his arms.

Slowly, he detached himself from the clinging, sleeping girl and moved his naked feet across the floor towards the sound. His ears led him to the laundry room, and Kristoff opened the door slowly and flipped the light switch. He was amazed at his discovery. Inside was indeed a dog, looking battered from the weather, but his rich brown coat still visible, and somehow familiar.

"Sven?!"

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