niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian asked:
I just have that random headcanon that Anna and Kristoff's child ends up not liking the flavor of chocolate like the sisters do and prefers vanilla instead. It ends up devastating Anna and Elsa looks understanding but a trail of frost ends up following her as she walks away.
(This is just so silly but why not having a crack drabble sometimes? XD)
"Papa, I think I broke them."
Kristoff hid his nervousness with a scoff. "Nahhh, it's alright, sweetie."
She looked dubious, and bent her head like Anna often did when she was lost in her thoughts, and he realized that she got this mannerism from her for a while now.
"I think I did." Insisted the little girl. "After dessert, they haven't talked at all, and when I came back from my afternoon lesson, they were in the same state in the living room. I think they're shocked."
The King rubbed the back of his head, and gave his daughter a forced smile. "Really?"
"Yeah, really."
He sighed. There was no point in lying to her. He stopped signing the delivery contracts he was working on and gave a nod to the merchants before walking to her, and he crouched down to be at his level.
The little princess was toying with one of her dutch braids, a sign that she was feeling guilty. If Kristoff didn't have the context, it would feel like she had broke a vase from the corridor and Gerda had just brought him to his and Anna's study room to be scolded.
He smiled sadly, and put a soft hand on her shoulder. "Sweetie, you did shock them earlier. By refusing the chocolate treat Mama offered you."
The girl frowned. "But I don't like chocolate. Chocolate is not even a big deal."
He immediately slapped his hand on her mouth like she had pronounced the deepest profanation.
"SHHHH! Are you CRAZY?"
She widened her brown eyes, surprised not by the gesture, but by her father's tone. "Whht?" She muttered, her mouth masked by his palm, seeing how he was looking around in the room and peeking at the corridor with a panicked face, making sure that nobody heard her.
"Don't say that here!" He frowned, putting his hand away.
"What? It's a sacrilege to say it?" Asked the girl, lifting an eyebrow.
He couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or if she genuinely believed that the castle was magically linked to chocolate devotion.
Knowing she inherited both cynicism and gullibility from her aunt and her mom because of how much time she was hanging with them, it truly was hard to guess.
"Listen." He said, and he was whispering, so his daughter bent to him. "You really don't want to make Mama angry and Auntie sad, right?"
"No." Assured the girl, knowing well how things turned out when those two things happened.
"Then it's better that you don't state out loud this kind of things."
She groaned. "But I don't like… You-know-what. I wasn't going to accept the chocolate if I didn't want to eat it!"
Kristoff sighed, dropping his head.
"You told me that I shouldn't force myself doing stuff I don't want to." Pouted the girl. "I'm not forcing you to eat spinach!" She pointed out, because her father despised this food.
He blushed. "It's completely different!"
"Yeah, you're right. Because chocolate makes you put on weight." Pouted the princess, thinking she did something wrong. "I should eat more vegetables."
The blond chuckled. "No, it's not that. Although… Kai is right when he says you should do. Anyway… You can't say that you don't like chocolate."
"Even if it's because I prefer vanilla?"
Her father smiled. "Yes, even if you prefer vanilla."
She sighed, pouting again, and a strand of hair flew up as she did. "Alrighhhht. I'll go tell them that I want chocolate, on second thought."
"Perfect." He said on a normal tone, beaming as he stood up and happy they found a compromise. "But don't force yourself if you don't want to…"
"It's okay", she said with a shrug as she walked out of the room. "I'm not a dog. I can survive."
She flipped around with a big smile. "Oh! Did you know that dogs can't eat chocolate?!"
"Uhhh… No."
"Olaf told me once."
"…Okay." He smiled. He saw that she was still holding her trigonometry book from her afternoon class under her arm. "Hey, give me that if you want. I'll put it back in your bedroom while you go talk to them."
She was happy to get rid of it. "Thanks! My head hurt after that lesson. I don't understand a thing at those triangle rules. If I bumped my head with the book, it would hurt less!"
The princess giggled and Kristoff laughed at her humor, and shook his head. He rose his hand in a stop as she stretched both her arms to give him the heavy manual.
"You know what? Bring it to your aunt. She'll be able to explain you."
She dropped her jaw. "But Papaaaaa…"
"Yes, I know, that lesson was boring and now it's over. But she knows a lot about geometry! I'm sure she will help you understand. And if you talk about architecture with her, she'll forget the whole chocolate thing. Trust me on this." He winked.
The little girl stared at him for a moment, then shrugged. "Okay."
She turned the book and put it back under her arm, and went to the living room where she hoped she wouldn't find Anna and Elsa in the same muted shocked posture than before.
As he watched her go, leaning against the door frame, Kristoff smiled.
