Anna stayed locked up in her room for the rest of the weekend. She only ever left to use the bathroom or shower. She just needed time to herself. Time to think about what happened and what she should do next. There were still so many holes in her past, things she couldn't remember, and she felt like all of this would be much less painful had she not forgotten. She would have been used to this budding romance between her sister and Kristoff. She would have had the strength and the will to pick up where she left off to continue with life.

She rolled off of her bed, pulling her magenta robe around her tightly before sitting in her desk chair where a vase of Snapdragons sat. A weak smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Kristoff cared for her, that much was true. Maybe not in the way she wanted, but he did care. She took one from the vase and brought it to her little nose, taking in its sweet scent. And it awoke a memory:

"Oh, Kristoff, they're beautiful! What are they?"

A blushing Kristoff rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging. "They're called Snapdragons. Ma said this bunch was prepared for someone who never came to pick up their order. She was going to throw them out, but, uh… I thought maybe you and Elsa could enjoy them." He watched as the tiny redhead doted over the flowers, her grin growing as she smelled them. "But it was their name that won me over. When she told me what they were called, I knew a certain Fiesty Pants had to have them."

Anna laughed melodically and threw her arms around Kristoff's waist. "Thanks, Kris! I'm gonna go put them on the kitchen table!"

Which faded into another…

They were lying in a meadow about an hour away from the city lights. It had originally been a trip for Elsa, to get her away from the office to relax a bit. However, the blonde ended up sitting in Kristoff's truck, arguing with a client for most of the day. So Anna and Kristoff decided to give her privacy.

"I just wish there was somewhere closer for her to unwind. For us to unwind."

"Mmm…" Kristoff hummed in agreement, gazing up at the sky as bright little specks began to dot the sky.

She turned on her side, facing Kristoff, resting her head in her hand. "You know what I wish?"

He looked over at the redhead and grinned at the brightness in her eyes as she looked up and thought. He, too, rolled over on his side to face her. "What's that, Fiesty Pants?"

"Wouldn't it be lovely to do something to the roof of our apartment building? I mean, Elsa bought the building when the company sky-rocketed last year, so we can clearly do what we want with it, right?"

"Where are you going with this, Red?" he asked, amused.

"What if we were to hire someone to build a greenhouse? To have a garden? Filled with roses, lilies," She looked to him, "Snapdragons," she grinned. "Oh, and a big, wooden rope swing hanging over a patch of soft, green grass," she sighed dreamily as she laid back down on her back. "Hmm…" she hummed her herself, her eyes growing heavy, eventually fluttering closed. All she remembered was waking up in his truck, having reached hers and Elsa's apartment.

–

Anna's heart was pounding in her chest, tears threatening her eyes at the beautiful memories that had restored themselves. And though it was gorgeous, it was also sad. Sweet, loving, caring Kristoff. He had always been there. Ever since the day she and Sven sat, pathetic, on his stoop.

"How is she doing?"

Elsa slid a cup of hot coffee across to Kristoff who was sitting at the bar in their kitchen. She sighed. "She's kept to herself in her room the whole weekend. I can't get her to come out, not for much, anyway. She doesn't want to talk, to eat, to anything."

Kristoff's blood boiled. Ever since Elsa passed the news along of what Hans had said, he had been filled to the brim with anger. How could that low-life scum do something so horrible to his Anna? No. No, she's not yours… What upset him even more was the fact that Anna hadn't reached out to him. Perhaps she didn't remember that she always came to him to vent, to cry, to just be. That had to be it, so he had to be at peace with it.

"If I ever see that son-of-a-bitch…" he threatened through clenched teeth.

"We'll tag-team," Elsa finished.

Kristoff sighed. He had been hard at work over the last couple of days finishing up a project he had begun a month after Anna's accident. He had given it up when his morale crashed, but started it up again in hopes of cheering up Anna, to help her forget the moron that broke her. And the project was the reason he stopped by. "Elsa… I've kind of did a thing…"

Elsa glanced up from her newspaper, eyes narrowed. "Oh, Kristoff, please don't tell me you've already killed the man…"

He couldn't help it, he had to laugh. "No, no, no. You know that secret project I was working on? For Anna?"

"The secret you wouldn't even let me in on?" she smirked.

"That's the one," he grinned innocently. "Well, I've finished it. And… and I want to give it to Anna. But I'd like to see what you think, first. It has to be perfect."

Elsa smiled, feeling a sudden rush of excitement. "Yes! Show me now!"

It was the next weekend before Anna finally emerged, ready to give her love and support to her sister and best friend. She had agreed to go to dinner with them Friday night, and Anna couldn't deny that she was a bit nervous to see Kristoff.

"I got you a new dress," Elsa said excitedly, popping her head into Anna's room.

"Elsa! You didn't need to do that!" she said, a bit of laughter in her voice as she stood from her vanity, heading for the door.

A small gasp escaped the blonde's lips when she got a good look at her sister. Anna was wearing her hair down tonight, and not in its usual plaits. It was in soft curls that fell a bit passed her shoulders, two strands braided and pulled away from her face, pinned in a sterling silver clip. The clip was bedecked with green, blue and magenta gemstones in the form of a flower. It had belonged to their mother. "Anna, you look lovely," she said with a wide smile. "I'm so glad you're joining us."

Anna blushed and waved her hand. "Naaaah…" she said modestly. "Just trying something new." Elsa held up an emerald green dress that would hit just above Anna's knees. It was sleeveless with a sweetheart neckline, but with sheer fabric from the sweetheart to her neck where it buttoned in the back. And the skirt… it was perfect for twirling. "I love it, Else!" she breathed.

"I intended it to be a new dancing dress. For when you've gotten strong enough to take classes again. Maybe drag Kristoff alone. I don't know how you've gotten through those classes without a dancing partner!"

Anna's smile faded and her cheeks flushed hot and red. "I'm sure he'd rather have you for a dance partner…" she mumbled.

Elsa made a face. "Why on Earth would you say that?"

"Come on, Elsa," she sighed heavily, "You guys don't have to hide it anymore. I know you're a thing…" She jumped suddenly when a loud howl of laughter escaped her sister's lips.

"ARE YOU… I CAN'T… I JUST…HAHAHA!" Elsa was in stiches, and Anna was confused. She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, tapping her foot, waiting for her to finish. "I'm sorry…!" Elsa breathed, trying to contain herself. "I'm so sorry! Kristoff and me? Are you joking?" She shook her head and placed both hands on Anna's shoulders, looking her in the eye. "That's what's been wrong with you, isn't it? Oh, Anna… my dear, sweet Anna!" She smiled sweetly at her little sister. "Kristoff isn't in love with me."

She pushed her gently behind her changing screen, silently urging her to get dressed. She spoke as she waited. "Anna, it's time I was completely truthful to you about the past eight months. After the second week of your coma, Hans stopped visiting completely. Kristoff came to see you everyday. And that isn't an exaggeration." Anna's heart was racing in her chest, and she felt suddenly warm as she pulled the new dress over her head. "He read to you. Held your hand. Sang to you. Pretended to play Madlibs with you, like the dork he is. He talked to you. A lot. Kept you up to date on news, on your favorite candy store, coming in completely miserable when they were out of your favorite truffle." Elsa paused. "Oops, I forgot about that… you've quite the stash of truffles in the freezer." She smiled.

Anna emerged from the changing screen looking everything from shy, embarrassed, ashamed, and like she was going to puke. "What are you trying to tell me?" she asked, unable to get her voice above a whisper.

"I'm trying to tell you that you really need to talk to him. Just the two of you. Neither of you have had a moment to breathe, with each other, since you came back from the hospital."

"Shit!" It was the most elegant Anna had ever heard a curse word muttered, but she wasn't surprised that it was from that of the CEO of Arendelle Inc. Anna was opening the door for Kristoff when Elsa rounded the corner.

But the world stopped for just a moment as Kristoff and Anna regarded each other. He couldn't speak. She couldn't breathe. He was in black pants, white button up shirt, and a slim, black tie. She was a vision in green, russet curls cascading past her shoulders like a waterfall. Kristoff shook himself from his daze, clearing his throat. As far as the two were concerned, Elsa didn't exist. "You… you look stunning, Anna," he managed without his voice breaking nervously.

"Not so bad yourself," she replied breathily, her head still reeling from the conversation she had had with her sister earlier.

"Helloooo?" Elsa snapped her fingers between the two. They both pulled their gazes away from each other to look at her. She was holding her hand over the receiver of her phone. "I can't go with you guys. Apparently I'm needed downtown at the police station. Hans went a little coo-coo after I had him fired. Have to go deal with a ton of legal bullshit…"

Anna's eyes grew wide. "But…"

Elsa held up her hands. "Nope, no, you will not cancel. We made reservations, and someone is going to show up!" She pushed the two out the door. "I need to know that at least someone is having a good time!" she said, frustrated. "Have fun!" And the door was shut in their faces.

Anna and Kristoff looked at each other, both incredibly flushed. The latter finally held his arm out towards the elevator. Anna could see his shaking hand. "After you, then," he said softly with a smile.

Elsa smirked behind the door, throwing off her robe, dressed in pj pants and a tank top. She waltzed into the kitchen, opened the microwave to retrieve a bowl of popcorn before sitting on the couch in the living room, prepping for a night of Netflix. "Dorks…" she mused.