Series: Frozen
Characters: Anna-Kristoff

Carrying Anna had felt so right. She fit right into his arms and she melded right into his body. He had almost forgotten that the reason she was nestled in his arms while riding Sven was because she was quite literally dying in front of him.

Leaving her at the gates with her servants was heart-breaking, heart-crushing. He never expected to be so hurt with being shut out, but being unable to see her heal, to unmelt, to be perfectly Anna again. Even now, he still beats himself up about just heading out; he should have just barged through and be at her side, rules and protocol be damned. She put herself under his protection and he had let her be hurt like this (the fact that he wasn't the one who technically caused her freezing to death hadn't dissuaded him yet from feeling guilty.)

He thought that it would be easier to forget about her, to clear his head of this ginger princess who had already filled his heart, exploding warmth into every part of him, and he wasn't sure if that was good or bad, considering he may never be in contact with her again. His head was a mix of swirling emotions, all of them consisting of Anna and nothing else.

He couldn't focus very well as he walked on to get back to his family or to escape and travel somewhere far away from being so close to where Anna currently was. Sven had to jump in front of him to get his attention. Even Sven knew that Anna and Kristoff had something special as everyone but the two of them saw it plain as day. Sven started braying at him and while Kristoff wanted to play dumb, he knew exactly what he was communicating. After a short talk, Kristoff felt the wind rush by him, cold enough that it was hitting his insides with a flash of freezing pain. His eyes widen as he looked down at Arrendelle, seeing a storm worse than any blizzard he'd even bee in. His voice came out as a concerned whisper, "Anna..." Without any control of his body, he started racing down the mountain, aching to get there as soon as he even possibly or conclusively do. Sven catches up and Kristoff jumps on, both of the males running faster than any would think possible.

Kristoff knew it was love earlier than her and knew that he couldn't help but to love her for the rest of his days.

He knew he couldn't lose her before he told her that she didn't belong with Hans; she belonged with him, even though he knew that he wasn't a prince or a duke or anything like the title she carried. How could he hope for anything?

Kristoff woke up from the dream before it got any worse, his eyes opening slowly, letting the light in to ward off the bad dreams he'd been fighting off for weeks now. He started to stretch out his arms but felt a heavier weight than just his arms. He looked down and smiled; he forgot that he was spending time with Anna in her bed and they apparently had fallen asleep together. He rested his head closer to hers and breathed in the hot air leftover from the fire. He stretched out his free arm before placing it under his head.

He wouldn't change his life for anything.

Another Frozen one-shot. Kind of in the same realm of the other one, I suppose. Doesn't matter too much.

I'm liking writing Kristoff. I just love him to pieces. He'd be my dream guy of all Disney male romance.

Next chapter is *gasp* Naruto again! =P hope you're used to that by now!