Yo you guys. Super short I know, but I liked this idea, and din't have much to expand on it.
xxlayla
With an audacious breath taken, Anna hurled up her last meal in the porcelain bowl.
"Anna?" Kristoff called from their bed, still tangled in the linen sheets. "Are you ok?"
She pulled her hair back off her face, and groaned softly, before half- heartedly calling back out, "Yeah. I'm ok, Just morning sickness."
"Do you want me to come in?"
"No, I'm ok, just stay in bed. I'll be back in a minute." As she heaved herself up from the tiles, and started to wash her mouth out in the sink, Anna felt another wave of nausea. She reached the bowl just in time to vomit and there was a loud bang on the door. "That's it Anna, I'm coming in."
He strode through the door and got on his knees, next to his wife, pulling her hair back with his hands. After she had finished retching, Kristoff helped her get up and wash her mouth again. "Do you still feel like you're gonna throw up?" he asked her, smoothing his hands up and down her arms.
She nodded dismissively. "Yeah, I'll be fine." Anna yawned. "Can we just go back to bed?"
He smiled and lifted her into his arms, so her legs crossed around his hips and her chin rested on his shoulder. Gently loading her off him and back on the mattress, Kristoff crawled back as well, and planted a kiss on her temple.
"Thanks." She mumbled into the pillow. "For everything this morning."
"That's ok. I don't like seeing you sick."
"I hate morning sickness." She complained and shuffled herself closer to her husband, tangling her legs in his and rubbing lazy circles on his chest. "It feels like crap."
"How long does it last?"
"Well I'm eight weeks pregnant now, so it usually sticks around to the fourteenth week."
"Six more weeks of putting up with you puking, huh?" She punched his stomach playfully and he chuckled. "I'm joking Anna!"
"You better be." She paused and Kristoff watched the flicker of excitement that ignited in her eyes. "Are you hungry?"
He dropped his jaw in disbelief of Anna. "How in hell can you be hungry? You just puked your guts out. There is no way you could be in the mood for food."
"But Kristoff," she moaned "I'm starving."
He sighed and pulled her out of bed, unable to ignore the pout she made with her lips. They walked to the kitchen quietly, knowing that almost everyone was asleep in the castle. Striding into the kitchen he sat her on the bench and rested his weight onto his fists, his arms caging Anna. Kristoff smiled, "What are you hungry for?"
She nudged her nose with his gently. "I feel like ice cream."
"Ice cream?" he asked in disbelief, then sighed knowing that Anna was craving food and that there was absolutely no way of stopping her when she was hooked. "What flavor?"
"You know what flavor Kristoff." She giggled lightly, pressing her lips to his.
"Let me guess…Chocolate?" he said in between light pecks. She nodded and grinned into the kisses, tossing her head back when he pulled away to go open the refrigerator. Swinging on the door's hinges he bowed his head looking for the ceramic bowl of homemade ice cream. He took it out, spooning two large, rippled scoops into a bowl and sticking a spoon in it for Anna. She took spoonful and twisted her features into bliss, savoring the rich taste of chocolate. "Yummy…" she mumbled with it still stuck in her mouth.
He nuzzled her neck and rested his blonde head on her shoulder as she ate. "Anna would you care if I went back to ice harvesting?"
"Why would you go back? It's not like you need the money anymore."
"Yeah, I know, but I'm just tired of sitting on my ass all day doing nothing. Plus Sven seems to be causing more trouble due to being far too house bound."
She licked the silver dessert spoon. "Do what you want Kristoff, it isn't up to me anyway."
"I just wanted to make sure you'd be ok on your own, with the baby and everything."
She planted a kiss on his cheek and hopped off the bench. "I'll be fine. Elsa's here as well remember?"
