The meal had been a little awkward at first, the tension from before bleeding over into this moment, but it had fairly quickly eased into a more relaxed silence as they both enjoyed their food. The clang of silverware on ceramic plates was rhythmic and nice, and definitely calmed them both down.
"This is so good," Anna praised in between bites, almost forgetting to cover her mouth as she spoke.
Kristoff laughed and rubbed at the back of his head. "I almost didn't want to eat it, you set it so nicely."
Her cheeks flushed and she turned her gaze down, embarrassed. "I wish I could actually cook... I don't think there's a job just for plating. But that's the only part of the whole chef thing I'm good at!" Stuffing another bite of the steak into her mouth, Anna sighed happily. It was the best kind of medium rare, melt-in-your-mouth steak that Anna loved.
In fact, it might be the best steak she had ever had.
Kristoff coughed and drew her gaze back up. "I could help you learn, if you want… it's not too hard. I've been cooking for as long as I can remember…"
Smiling and nodding, Anna practically leapt out of her chair as she scooted forward to grab his hand. "I'd love that! I'd really..." She sat back, letting her fingers drag over the back of his hand as he left her reach. "Really love that."
They both were incredibly fond of the idea of spending more time together.
After finishing their meals, chatting just a little more about cooking, and cleaning up together, Kristoff told Anna she could go relax while he wiped down the table and counter tops.
"Are you sure?" she practically yawned, leaning up against the counter.
He nodded and nudged her towards the living room, winking. "Go ahead. I'm sure."
Anna yawned again and smiled, mumbling a small "okay," before heading towards the couch, and immediately laying face down along the entire length of it. The meal was so warm and satiating, and the fire was so soothing beside her, that she couldn't help herself… and fell asleep before Kristoff could even finish wiping down the table.
When he came out a few minutes later, he couldn't help but laugh.
Moving to sit next to the couch, Kristoff sighed. It was only about ten, but he always just assumed she usually had some sort of classes to attend before coming to work, considering she rarely got to the shop before four in the afternoon. Tomorrow was a Saturday, so he surmised that she probably could just sleep here and not have any worries… But he figured it might be better to check.
"Hey, Anna…" he muttered, poking at her shoulder. "Anna?"
Her eyes fluttered open, and he smiled.
"Do you have to go home?"
She shook her head.
"Do you want to sleep here?"
Anna offered him a pathetic nod, turning her face back into the cushions.
Kristoff took in a deep breath and rubbed at the back of his head. "Do you want to sleep in my bed, or are you comfortable enough here?"
In her sleep dazed state, Anna knew she had absolutely no desire to move. She patted the couch, and smiled. "Here's good," she mumbled, before promptly falling back asleep.
It was stupidly adorable, how she curled up on his couch, with her toes tucked in between the cushions. Even in sleep she had a smile tugging at her lips, and Kristoff found himself just watching her, even once reaching up to tuck a stray bit of hair back behind her ear.
Until he felt creepy.
Immediately standing, Kristoff ran to his bedroom closet to pull out a spare comforter for her, and draped it over her sleeping form, grinning when she grasped at the blanket and tucked it under her chin, snuggling deeper under it.
"Goodnight, Anna."