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Kristoff pushed into Anna's suite as quietly as he could, the ancient door creaking in protest.
"You don't have to sneak into my room anymore, you know." Anna's voice came from the bed. He smiled at the sound.
"I know, but I didn't know if you were still awake."
"Can't sleep without you these days," she sat up, her wavy hair cascading down her shoulders, "So come to bed already, would ya?
His heart twanged in guilt, but he moved forward, stripping on his way to her bed until he wore only his undergarments. He crawled in next to Anna and tugged her close to him, resting his chin on her head as she snuggled into his chest. His arm wrapped around her waist and held her tight.
"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice muffled.
He sighed, "It's not going to be easy."
"What's not going to be easy?" she asked. He felt her tense under his grasp.
"Telling you what's wrong."
Kristoff felt Anna stiffen again before she finally whispered, "Just tell me."
He scooted her up so she was sitting next to him not letting go of her hand.
"I was promoted to Commander of the Ice Guard."
Anna nodded, "And that's good…?"
He gave a short chuckle, "Well, yes. And no. The Ice Guard was selected to go on several top-priority special missions. That I'm leading."
Anna didn't react, her eyes staring ahead.
"They're not necessarily combat missions, but if we run into any lagging enemy troops, we've been instructed to engage. So there could be combat. And I may have to be gone for long periods of time—at least a week, if not weeks. And I won't be able to contact you."
She still didn't move.
"Elsa said that Kjellsson has sent a summons. She plans on the war starting this week. After the summons, I have to leave, I have to lead my men."
She took a shaking breath, obviously trying to hide her tears.
He watched her, waiting for any reaction, his own chest tight with emotion.
"Anna…?"
She swung her legs out of her bed and stepped towards her balcony, throwing open to doors to the chilly early spring breeze. Kristoff moved slowly, his legs dangling over the bed.
"…Anna?"
With a whimper, she fell to the ground, her knees melting and her body falling into a puddle.
"Anna, hey hey hey," he scampered to her side, falling next to her and gathering her up in his arms, "I know, I know." He rocked her while she sniffled.
Finally, she mumbled, "I'm sorry… this is stupid. I'll be okay."
"I know," he said, kissing her hair, "You'll be great. And I'm not going anywhere. At the end of this, we'll get married, have our happily ever after. Nothing will stop me from getting my happy ending with you."
"I'm sorry." She whimpered again, "I shouldn't react like this. I just, after everything that happened in Kenton—I just can't imagine going through all of this alone."
"I'll be right here," he pressed his hand to her chest, "as a matter of fact…"
Kristoff picked Anna up, a small giggled escaping with her tears. He carried her over to his discarded clothing and dug though his trouser pockets.
"Here," he extended a necklace out to her. Upon closer inspection, she saw it was one of the ancient troll stones, a dark blue one, glowing in his hand.
"This is my troll stone," he set her down in one of the chairs next to her fireplace, "Bulda gave it to me when I turned 13—officially a man in both of my worlds. The color of each stone means different things, and each comes with its own sort of, well protective spell." He tied the rope off around her neck, the rock bouncing just above her breast, the light glowing and illuminating her face.
"Bulda gave me the blue stone, because it represents loyalty, confidence, and tranquility. Trolls with the blue stones are reserved and quiet. We don't make a fuss and we don't like attention, but we're independent. The small spell on it keeps the chest warm, so no matter how far away we get, we always know we are loved."
Anna smiled, her fingers reaching up and grasping the stone. She could feel the warmth already.
"As long as I live that troll stone will stay warm, and it will keep its light. That way you'll always know that I am safe, and you won't have to worry about me… well, at least as much."
Kristoff moved around the chair and knelt in front of her, wincing a bit as his ribs still protested, "I'll be safe. I'll be fine. Everything will be okay. Believe me?"
Anna leaned down and pressed her lips to his, their kiss mixing with her tears, a unique passion engulfing them.
"Always," Anna whispered, resting her forehead against his, "Always."
He kissed her again, pulling her up to a standing position. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his massive frame as far as they could go. Kristoff couldn't keep his hands still as he cupped her cheeks, brushed through her hair, rubbed her arms. After a heated moment, they pulled away, both with flushed cheeks and racing hearts. His eyes searched hers when he moved his hand to brush a stray hair away from her eye.
"We don't have a lot of time," she whispered.
"We have tonight, and all of it," he smiled softly.
Determined to make the most of their limited time together, Anna immediately leapt at Kristoff, her arms twining around his neck as she crushed her lips to his. Easily, he lifted her off the ground and let her legs wrap around his waist in a vice grip. While kissing fiercely, Kristoff maneuvered them towards the bed and dropped her down, nearly falling on top of his fiancée when she didn't let go of him.
Once Anna released him from her grip, Kristoff yanked at the buttons on Anna's nightgown until he exposed her soft skin to the chilly spring air. He smiled, his lips pressing to a particular line of freckles he adored. Anna's hands tangled themselves into his hair as his peppered kisses travelled lower.
His lips brushed against her core, and she moaned as his tongue pressed against it, twirling it expertly.
"Kristoff," she choked out. She felt his grin against her and continue his kisses.
"Please," she sighed, "please."
Fortunately, Kristoff didn't need any more convincing. He popped up from between her legs, smirking, his own need obvious.
"We can take out time," he huffed, pulling his undergarments off, "We have all night…"
Anna glared up at him, "Shut up, Bjorman."
Kristoff laughed, comfortably settling in-between Anna's legs. In one smooth motion, he pushed into her, both gasping with immediately pleasure. There was nothing patient in their movements, nothing smooth about their movements. Despite his promises of having all night, Kristoff drove into Anna at a frenzied pace. Anna returned every motion, her own tempo easily keeping up with his. With each thrust, with each moan, with each gasp of bliss, Anna was reminded that there might not be a tomorrow, despite all of Kristoff's reassurances.
"Anna," he wheezed her name. She smirked in reponse, his face hovering just over hers, "Anna…"
She stretched her neck up to plant a kiss on him as he continued to rock into her. She draped her legs up and around his waist, the new angle causing both to groan.
Kristoff continued to move into her, feel her core start to tighten, see her eyes close—a flush rising up her chest and towards her cheeks.
"Don't stop," she panted, "Kristoff, don't…"
A broken moan cut off her words as she pulsed around him. He felt her core grip his member tighter and tighter until his own release. Kristoff hovered over her, shaking and growling deep in his throat. He pumped into her one, two, three more times until he was finally spent.
Both gasped, neither able to speak. Kristoff pulled himself from her and flopped over, keeping one of her hands in his. She turned to look at him, her bangs plastered to her forehead and a smile bright on her cheeks.
"All night, huh?" she asked.
He chuckled, his gut bouncing with laughter, "I may need a little bit of time to recuperate, feisty pants."
She smirked, her lips pressed into his pulse, "Then leave it to me this time."