oh crap this took me forever to update. i'm sorry to my readers. i hope you guys are still around though. anyway, it was because school started and everything and running two major multi-chapter fics is hard. but still, i'd like to thank you those who are still sticking around with me, and another major achievement is that this fic has reached a hundred reviews! this is so amazing, i'm forever grateful to have such amazing readers. anyway, please r&r, thank you.

They were still like that for a moment, Anna hand in hand with the gallant stranger. Even the wave of fangirls gasped and tried to catch their breaths. Her eyes were big, boring into the stranger's green ones before she finally snapped out of her mild stupor, shifting on her feet and clicking on her heels.

"Oh! U-Um, I'm so sorry I didn't meant to I wasn't really looking I—" Anna crammed to hike the draping side of her shirt up and immediately smoothening her skirts before meeting the gaze of the lean man before her. "My humblest apologies sir—" her eyes got even wider just when Kristoff thought it wasn't even possible. "Hans?!"

Now Kristoff's heart was just torn out of his chest. His mind raced with endless questions of she knows him? Is he her ex? Are they still into each other? He just wanted to jump right in between them and disrupt the cliché ambiance, but that would be impractical.

"As in thee Hans Westergard?" she clamped a hand over her ruby lips to stifle a gasp.

Oh.

They didn't know each other. They were strangers. But apparently, this Hans person must be some big time hotshot punk singer he's never heard of…

Thin lips curve up at her. "Yes, yes I am. And you're in the runway… not that I mind but they seem to," his tone suddenly hushed, thumb used to point at the crowd around them, dirty looks exchanged and whispers hanging in the air while other cameramen began snapping photos of the twos face.

Anna gushed in realization.

He was so out of her league.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm—" she stumbled backward, arms flailing, yet Kristoff was there to catch her. She let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks," she mumbled back at him before straightening her jacket and turning to the red head before her. "I have to go! It was—um, nice meeting you, sir Hans."

A lean man in a black suit speaks in this Hans persons ear, wearing a grouchy frown before taking Hans by the arm and forcefully dragging him away, all business. The fangirls resume their screaming.

"Wait!" he yelled. "I didn't get your name."

Anna her face heat up, and Kristoff noticed this too. Dang he wanted to just snap the little redhead out of her daydreams.

"Anna," she whispered back with a small wave before she got swallowed by the crowd.

"Okay, but seriously. What the hell was that all about?" Kristoff gave her a quizzical look, eyes frisking up and down the little ginger now skipping about a few steps ahead of him, making him jog a little to catch up on her.

"Oh, nothing~" Anna said, face still as red as a tomato as it was earlier. Her face plastered a dreamy look, her all googly only missing doily hearts.

"Alright, hold up," he grabbed her wrist and jerked both of them into a stop, a few people behind them growling and giving them menacing glares as they held up the pouring sea of people behind them. Yet, he couldn't seem to care. "Seriously, Anna. What was that all about? Who was that guy?"

His voice came out a little sore, and Anna sensed the wrong in his words. She cocked a playful grin.

"Oh, alright," she gave in, amusingly watching the burly man tap his foot with wretched waiting. "He's Hans Westergard. He's like—one of the top artist's these days. I love his music, but I think what really made him go boom was his looks. But I still love his music," her face deflated into a dreamy look, though cracked a coy grin when she saw what torture she was doing to him.

"That's it?" he snapped, less harsher than he intended to. "Needle Nose is just another plastic in Hollywood?"

Anna shrugged. "I don't know, I never met him."

Kristoff snorted a response, foot tapping impatiently on the ground. She could see the visible reddening of his face, a petulant pout on his own lips that seemed unbeknownst to him. She couldn't help but giggle.

"Kristoff?"

"What?"

"Are you..." her voice suddenly went small, though hopeful at the same time. "Are you jealous?"

"W-What?" Kristoff cheeks flushed deeper crimson, and he couldn't help but let guilt make the indication that he is. His head snapped back at her, eyes wide, mouth gaping open that couldn't form the right words to say. "Why… why would you think of that?"

She suddenly caught her lower lip between her teeth, a sheepish smile inching on her lips. Shrugging, she forced out a strained laugh. "I… I don't know. You just seem… uncomfortable with it."

Kristoff gave her a look like she just said the most stupid thing possible in the whole planet. "Anna, of course I'm uncomfortable with it. You barely know him and…"

"And?" she asked, pressing on the subject he was so tense about.

"You just seem… smitten by him. And he's a stranger, didn't your parents ever warn you about strangers?"

"Of course they did. But of course I'm smitten by him," she said, a warm smile on her face. For a fraction of a second, pain seemed to have pinched on his face, though he quickly covered it off with a cough. "Kristoff, he's a star! I look up to him, okay?"

Kristoff, looking unsatisfied, creased his eyebrows with worry. "Really?"

"Really," Anna smiled. "But who knows, maybe we are meant to be, like, we just met like that and there was this spark I swear and he was holding me and I was all—"

"Anna."

"Sorry. Men in tights get me."

"Still seemed like a talentless snob to me."

"Kristoff, language."

"Fine."

"So we're okay now?" she clasped her hands together, a hint of hopefulness in her voice. "Did we get things clear? That he's just an inspiration in my work? Just a somebody? And you're really not jealous?"

Yes, goodness sake, yes. Kristoff caught his breath. "No! Goodness, Anna, how many times do I have to repeat myself?"

A little disappointed, Anna gave a meek nod. "Okay, okay… I was just trying to make sure, okay?"

You're too good for me, you're not even mine, I don't have the right to be jealous.

Painful words began to spite Kristoff's brain that seemed to savage his chest as well, so he turned away from the redhead and nodded off from a distance. "Yeah, yeah I'm good."

He couldn't be in love with her. She was just a companion, a somebody, or maybe… she really was a little more than that. He's never felt in his stoic heart what he did when he saw her in somebody else's arms, it was like a blow to his chest and the fragments were left somewhere on the streets continuously getting stepped over by the mass of people.

Thankfully, it was a short encounter with the strange man.

He let out a sigh of relief, thanking the gods it didn't last and hoped history wouldn't repeat itself.

Before he could even swivel his head back to Anna whom stood beside him a little awkwardly, her phone buzzed in her pocket.

"Oh," she said nonchalantly. "Wait, it's my phone. Gimme a sec."

Fishing out the phone her cousin got for her a week ago, she pressed the pink gadget against her hair, lips pursing as she spoke. "Hello? Hi? Who is this?"

Kristoff stood beside her a little protectively, suddenly easing an arm around her shoulder and pulling her against his chest when a zooming man in a jacket ran past them in a hurry, without an apology and almost knocking Anna out of the way.

Anna felt her face heat up being pressed so closely to Kristoff, and he could feel her tense against his arms.

"Go on, just talk," he muttered, a profound confidence found out of nowhere. Maybe after seeing some other man hold her, someone else make her blush so madly, or maybe, just her. "People are crazy these days in NY… don't mind me."

She nodded, trying to substantially wrap her head around the caller on the other phone. But his warmth was permeating into her own skin, something she wished would engulf her every cold night.

"Um, Rapunzel? This you?" she tried hard not to make her voice sound small or nervous, but completely failed when he pressed her closer to his chest, making her voice all squeaky. "Uh—yeah, me and Kris were just going to work. Why'd you ask?—uh-huh, uh-huh… that's cool, I'll ask him. –Mmpf. It's okay, I'm good. I'll call you again if he says yes."

Finally pressing on the dismiss button, she looked up to Kristoff, still pressing her against him protectively while the world ran around them animatedly.

"What was that all about?" he asked, a blush finding its way up his own cheeks when he saw her big blues dig into him like he was her only anchor to earth.

Anna, face still flushed, but not because of Hans this time, split a smile. "Oh, it was Punzie. She and Flynn were asking for a day out with us later. You up for it?"

Were they meaning for a double date? Darn that Flynn. He knew him too well.

"I guess so," Kristoff said, swallowing his words.

yeah, i didn't make my version of anna too into hans or too dense. but who knows, i still have a lot in store for this fic, i hope you all stick around to finish it. and yeah... possible "date" scene for our two babies next chapter. kekekeke.

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