"So… how bad was I?" she suddenly asked, embarrassed. Kristoff was sliding a plate across the bar to her. She took a bite as he looked up at her.

"You weren't bad at all, Anna," he said with a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. "You were actually… quite…"

Anna blushed a deep red, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I… I meant the drunken fool part…" She looked up at him from under her lashes. She remembered the locking of lips quite well, to her relief.

"Oh!" They were both a fluster of nerves. "Of course! Um, well, you were entertaining, that's for sure," he chuckled. "You nearly impaled me with your heel, you sang 'Little People' upside down on one of the kegs on the barricade, and refused to speak to me because you were angry with me," he said, watching her with an amused expression. "BUT, you are Anna Andersen, and anyone who has ever met you knows that there is no way that you could ever keep silent for more than two seconds." His eyes softened and he got a little more serious. "You told me about Friday morning. What really happened." He sighed. "I'm so sorry, Anna. I shouldn't have assumed what I did, especially after our… pretty great night together."

Anna grinned down at her plate, scooping up a bite of eggs as he came around the corner to sit at the bar stool next to her. "It's okay," she said after swallowing. "You, uh… you kind of more than made it up to me." She grinned over at him, then squealed as he bit his lip and slid her bar stool closer to him.

He put his arm around her, obviously quite pleased with himself. "Good," he replied, giving her a gentle squeeze. They ate their breakfast this way, both of them feeling more comfortable and relaxed by the time they finished.

"Best. Breakfast. Ever." She tucked her little arm under his to wrap her arm around his waist, hugging his middle. "Did you know that I've never had a real waffle?" she asked with wide eyes. "I mean, not that I've ever had fake waffles, but what man ever makes real waffles?!"

Kristoff chuckled and hooked a finger under her chin, pulling her attention away from the waffle maker. "A real one." His reply sent her heart racing as he leaned down to press his lips gently against hers.

He tasted like syrup and Kristoff, and it was almost more than she could bear. Ever since she woke up, remembering the night before, she wanted to start where they left off. She hadn't realized how long she had wanted this to happen. Just after their first week of being acquaintances, she was having thoughts about him. Going to the scene shop to ask him a question and finding him in nothing but an undershirt, stock still as she would watch his muscles roll and tense as he moved. It woke something in her that she had never knew existed. Hans definitely never had that affect on her.

She pulled away with an easy smile, sliding off her stool, walking around to sit on the couch, watching as his brown eyes followed. She leaned against the arm, pulling her knees to her chest and patted the seat in front of her. He raised his eyebrows, placing a hand on his chest as if to sayWho, me? She giggled, rolling her eyes before nodding. He smirked and stood from his stool, but stopped halfway to the couch. As much as he liked their silent game, he wanted to make sure she was comfortable. "Should I put a shirt on or anything?" he asked slowly, gauging her reaction to the question.

Anna shook her head with a childish grin, mouthing "Nope!" He was absolutely perfect as he was. He chuckled and pulled a blanket from the bed before flopping down on the couch, one leg underneath him as he sat facing her. He shook his head, still unable to believe that this was even happening. He hadn't been in a relationship in a long time, honestly wasn't looking for one. People were annoying. But there was no denying Anna. He reached out and cupped her cheek with one hand, brushing his thumb against her soft cheek. "You're so beautiful, Anna. And you have absolutely no idea that you are." She placed her hand over his and looked down, grinning so wide that she thought her face might crack. "I really, really like you, Anna…" he whispered, serious.

She looked up quickly to catch his expression, and the nervousness in his eyes was gone. "I really, really like you, too, Kris."

"God, I love it when you call me that," he added with a small chuckle before she could say any more.

She grinned, biting her lip as she leaned forward to crawl into his lap, her knees to one side, just as they had been the night before. She didn't trust herself to straddle him. Not while he had his shirt off. "Well then, Kris," she began, grinning down at him as she traced little doodles on his bare chest, "What if, Kris, we were to only really, really like each other. And no one else…Kris." She held in a giggle, biting her lower lip as his hands pressed against the small of her back, pulling her closer.

Really? Did she even need to ask? All he saw was Anna. All he thought was Anna. All he wanted to smell, hold, taste was Anna. Surely she knew that by now. He gently reached up and pulled her lip from her teeth, gazing at her lips before making eye contact. "I'm fairly certain that won't be a problem at all for me, Red…"

They leaned in together, meeting the other's kiss with fervor, Anna's hands in his hair, one of his hands on her back, the other behind her head. As if he was afraid she still might get away. Anna let out a sigh against his lips as he moved to slant them over hers, deepening their connection. Her hands moved slowly from his head, down his neck, shoulders, moving her hands all over the muscles of his arms and torso, desperately wanting to memorize every part of him that was available to her now. She wondered idly if he could hear the deafening beat of her heart as he pulled her close, but the gentle coaxing of his tongue begging for entry distracted her.

Kristoff couldn't hold in the groan that escaped when she parted her perfect lips for him, inviting him to take things deeper. The hand at her back slipped under the hem of her shirt, his fingers grazing slowly, up and down the bare skin of her back, following the curve of her spine. He grinned into her lips when he felt the small tremor roll through her body at his touch.

"Kris…!" she breathed, and he took that time to direct his lips elsewhere, both hands now rubbing up and down her bare sides under the shirt she wore. All coherent thoughts were forgotten as she felt his lips press up her jaw, pausing in that spot just below her ear, causing her to grip his shoulders. "Mmm…" she hummed with a blissful, open-mouthed smile as he focused on the crook of her neck. A giggle bubbled in her throat, right under his lips, igniting something deep in his abdomen. "I swear, if you leave a mark down there, Bjorgman, Elsa will have your head…" she mused, barely above a whisper. He took a small chunk of her flesh and rolled it between his teeth, getting a little jump out of her. "Hey!"

"Consider me a dead man," he smirked up at her. She tried to glare at him, but it was impossible. Instead she took his face, bringing his lips back to hers in a sweet, shorter kiss.

"I'll be dead if we keep it up," she confessed, leaning her forehead against his, meeting his eyes.

"I know…" he sighed. He pulled her down so that she was snuggled against his chest. It had easily been the very best morning of his life. All because of the petite young woman in his arms. "Anna?"

"Hmm?" she hummed, nuzzling her face into his neck, leaving a few kisses.

He sat her back up so he could look at her. "What do you say we have a proper date…tonight? I want to cook for you. Here. Show you how a real man shows the perfect woman a good time," he added with a grin, fingertips running up and down her arm.

She swore her face was going to hurt later from all of the smiles. Nodding, she said, "That sounds absolutely wonderful, Kris. I'd like that very much." She made a mental note as she gave him one more kiss, that when she did get the chance to meet his mother, she needed to thank her profusely for all she did to raise a small little boy into perfection.