A/N: Tumblr prompt: Anna muses on when Kristoff holds her close and she listens to his heartbeat.
[KristoffxAnna, T, romance]
"Heartbeat"
Thump.
Thump.
Steady and even, a deep thrum against her ear, skin warm and smooth against her cheek, and Anna turns, just a little, lets her eyes fall shut on a contented sigh.
"What are you doing?" Kristoff asks, fingers twisting around a curling tendril of hair that's escaped from one of her braids (it's hard to keep everything neat and proper when just a few minutes earlier those same braids had been trailing beside her head and dragging over the sheets as she moved with him, under him, arms and legs entwined, breath and voices hushed).
"Just listening," Anna murmurs, nuzzling in and pressing a warm, sleepy kiss against his skin. She feels his pulse beneath her lips. Steady. Familiar. Comforting.
"Oh." Kristoff says it in that familiar voice, the one that implies that she's being weird again (she's always being weird, as far as he's concerned, but he's sweet enough to find it endearing).
"Have you ever listened to mine?"
The hand at her hair stills, just for a moment. "A few times," he says finally, and he's quiet. "Just… helps to remember sometimes. That it's still beating. You know. After that… one time."
Anna nods, brushing her forehead against his skin and trailing her fingers down her breastbone, resting over her heart. It's a healed wound, after all this time, but it's still weak and scarred and very much remembered, and Kristoff still wakes in the night sometimes, kisses her neck and touches her, reassuring and very, very warm.
"Thanks for keeping me warm," Anna says, and there's the slightest hint of mischief to it, even though she's tired and he's tired and they're both sweat-slicked and easy, sated, fulfilled for now.
Kristoff laughs, his broad chest quaking, and the pulse at her ear quickens just the slightest bit before he pulls her up to kiss her, slow and deep.
Her own heartbeat sounds in her ears. Steady. Constant. Warm.