A/N: Hey everyone! After seeing Frozen 2 I could not get Anna and Kristoff out of my head! They manage to be a completely adorable couple, eager to help one another through anything and everything, while still maintaining their independence. And those lines Kristoff delivers about his love for Anna? RIP me. The plan for this story is for it to be divided into 5 chapters ranging from just before Christmas to the end of June. The first two chapters are done, the second will be posted soon, and I'm currently working on the third. I'd love to hear from you if you liked this story!

Part 1: Anna's POV

Anna sighed dramatically, her left hand cupping her chin as she leaned her elbow against her desk staring at her blindingly bright computer screen. It was late at night, or rather incredibly early in the morning but, since had Hans dumped her a bit more than a month ago, this was where she found herself most nights: scrolling through social media or huddled in bed trying not to drop her phone on her face as she perused Instagram. All things considered her insomnia was an improvement over what she would've been doing if Hans was still around… Two years together, five months of which she'd been engaged to the prick. In the span of those two years she'd become a recluse, cutting herself off from her sister and close friends in favor of doing what Hans liked when he came into town to visit her: stay in. She'd worked herself to the point of exhaustion during the workweek so that she never had to bring home any of her work with her on the weekends, and she'd counted calories to the point that her sister had tried to stage several interventions with her as it became clear that an already healthy Anna was dropping weight.

Since her relationship with Hans had ended explosively with the realization that he'd not only cheated on her, but had been sleeping with various women throughout the course of their entire relationship, Anna had been trying to piece her life back together. Her therapist had made it clear that she had her work cut out for her; she'd thrown away great friendships in an attempt to earn her boyfriend's approval and had become so uncomfortable even being in social situations that there was a lot of trauma to unravel… Never mind the awful relationship with food that she'd cultivated, all to keep her boyfriend interested in her body when, as it turned out, he was never solely interested in her to begin with… And that didn't even begin to touch on the fact that her sex life had been unsatisfying and based on guilt while she was with him.

So there you have it, Anna thought to herself as she tried to roll her shoulders to relieve some of the tension building there as her mind had wandered back to Hans, you're 23 and have had one serious relationship that left you so fucked up no guy is ever going want to get to know you.

The minutes ticked by bringing her closer to the time when her alarm clock would inevitably go off telling her to get ready for the work day, yet Anna continued scrolling away searching for Christmas gift ideas for Elsa - her sister and the only person who had been there for Anna when everything imploded. What can you even get a person who loves you unconditionally to say thank you for helping to save me from my downward spiral of grief? Scrolling mindlessly at 2am was unlikely to result in any smart purchases, but it was better than tossing and turning in bed… alone and aware of just how alone she really was. Instead, Anna read through a post from an old college friend:

"Hey everyone! With the holidays only 3 weeks away I wanted to ask that any of my friends who have their own businesses, Etsy stores, or are sales reps for online companies (makeup, bags, books, you name it!) leave their business links below. This holiday season let's make it a point to shop local and support one another instead of the big chain companies!"

With her eyebrows shooting up Anna was impressed to see that the post already had 37 comments on it. Scrolling through the responses and links to purses, leggings, and cookware one caught Anna's eye. There was a link to an actual website – not a Facebook business page – for a metalworking hobbyist. Following the link, Anna was impressed. It was a simple, no frills website that pictured dozens of metal holiday ornaments with inscriptions and at the bottom a note: commissions welcome. Clicking back to Facebook, Anna pulled up the profile for the guy who'd posted the link. His profile was barren with a crappy profile picture that didn't even show his face; instead he had his back the camera and was standing with a massive dog facing a snow-covered mountain. Without friending him, that was all Anna could see… The name next to the photo was simply: Kristoff.

Perhaps it was the insomnia induced, mind-numbing thoughtlessness that often plagued Anna around 2am, but without thinking she clicked on the message button and didn't look back:

"Hey Kristoff! My name is Anna and I saw your business link on Christina's Facebook post. Those ornaments you make are BEAUTIFUL and I was wondering if there was still time to submit a commission that would be finished before Christmas? I know it's only three weeks away but I'll keep my fingers crossed – my sister has been my rock these last few weeks and I need to find a way to show her just how thankful I am… I'm hoping you can help by creating an intricate snowflake ornament with our initials (A & E) interwoven in some sort of infinity symbol? Let me know if this is even something you'd consider… Can't wait to hear from you!"

Without a second thought Anna clicked send and slammed her laptop screen shut, certain it'd be hours if not days before she received some sort of response from the mysterious mountain man.

Two days later…

"Alright kiddos, see you after gym class!" Anna called to her first graders before letting the door to the elementary school's gym bang shut behind her as she rushed to the faculty bathroom. Ahh, the life of a teacher: eating cold lunches, the constant plague of colds, and suffering through the reality of having to hold your pee until your classroom of sweet little demonic angel babies was safely with another teacher for forty minutes.

It'd been two days since she'd sent Kristoff the message asking about his ornament designs and she hadn't heard a thing back until a little over an hour ago when her phone had dinged in her desk drawer… to which her first graders swiftly reminded her "no phones allowed Miss Arendelle!"

"I know, I know!" Anna had joked as she walked over to her desk to turn her phone on silent. It was then, as the screen lit up with the messenger notification that she'd seen the mountain man had responded… Of course, she hadn't had time to look at it yet, but would after she refilled her coffee mug with the stale faculty room offerings. Rushing back to her classroom to gulp down her coffee, check in with Elsa that they were still on for dinner to celebrate the start of another weekend, and see if Kristoff could, in fact, design her an ornament were all on her list of goals to accomplish in 40 minutes or less… Not to mention grading the days spelling quiz and responding to the latest slew of parent emails.

Settling in at her cluttered desk Anna took a deep breath before diving in and pulling up her hair into a messy bun. Grabbing her phone from her desk drawer she quickly typed out a brief message to Elsa verifying that they were still meeting for dinner and drinks – a newfound weekly ritual that Elsa instated after the breakup from hell to make sure Anna didn't spiral into a pit of self-loathing, but also to make sure her sister was eating - before shifting gears and opening the messenger app. And sure enough, there in black and white was the response she'd been hoping for:

"Hi Anna. Thank you for your interest in commissioning an ornament. I should be able to sketch up a draft of what the ornament would like and get it to you by the end of the weekend. If you like what I come up with, I think I can get this to you a few days before Christmas. For a 5" ornament, I typically charge $35 for custom work. Sound fair?"

Shrugging her shoulders with the realization that she had no idea what was considered "fair" for a custom ornament, Anna eagerly replied: "YES! Thank you so much! Can't wait to see the design you come up with – I'm sure my sister is going to LOVE it!"

Cringing as she re-read the sent message at her overuse of exclamation points she couldn't help but wonder if Kristoff would think she was strangely enthusiastic about ornaments or just trying to be friendly… With the response written and sent, Anna couldn't help but glare at the mountainous pile of spelling tests on the corner of her desk. Of course, she knew she should start grading them now so that it was one less thing to worry about over the course of the weekend, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead, she pulled up Facebook and found Kristoff's profile again. Just as it was a few nights ago very little information was given on his profile page since they weren't "friends"; hovering her finger over the "add friend" button Anna stopped to consider the ramifications… Would he think she was a weirdo for friending him after one measly exchange on messenger? Probably. Would he probably deny her friend request? Almost certainly. But… on the other hand… if he accepted, she'd get to see more pictures of this mountain man. It was strange, but the image of his back to the camera, majestic looking dog beside him, and a massive mountain ahead of him had struck some sort of chord within her… She couldn't help but wish that she was in the photo too; staring up at the beauty of nature with a guy – and dog – by her side? Who wouldn't want that?

Anna swallowed hard before determinedly exiting out of the app, no need to freak a total stranger out.

Sunday night…

As the weekend came to a close Anna found herself sitting in front of her television, in her tiny apartment with a glass of wine next to her and a slew of spelling tests laid out before her. A few weeks ago, Hans would've made it sound like the end of the world that she'd brought work home that needed to get done while he was visiting. Rolling her eyes, Anna quickly pulled her hair together into two messy braids and got to work while reruns of her favorite reality tv show (what Hans called trash television) played in the background. Sometime later, when most of the spelling tests were graded, a sudden, perky 'ding!' rang out through her apartment. Startled and nearly dropping her wine glass on the white carpet, Anna took a moment to steady her heartbeat. Usually this was about the time Hans would've texted her that he'd gotten back to his place (which was a few hours away) and wanted to Facetime her to make sure she was home and not out with friends or… as Elsa clarified more recently… to make sure she wasn't out with any guys.

Quickly realizing that her fears were unwarranted since she'd blocked the bastard's number shortly after she'd punched him in the nose, she set her glass down and reached for her phone. Slightly surprised that it wasn't a notification from Elsa checking on Anna's headspace before the start of another week, she was pleased to see it was an attachment sent by none other than Kristoff. Sliding her phone open and pulling up the attachment her heart nearly skipped a beat when she saw the gorgeously intricate, one of a kind, detailing that he'd sketched up as a rough outline for what he would create out of metal. Another notification followed quickly, "I didn't forget about the initials. Just wondering what kind of font you'd prefer? Fancy script or more basic?"

"Wow! I mean WOW! Kristoff, that sketch alone is incredible! How much time does it take you to sketch out these ornaments? And then to actually create them?" Her fingers had flown across her phone with lightning speed and the message was sent before Anna had even realized she'd forgotten entirely to respond to his straightforward questions.

"And I think I'd rather a more basic font… Think Times New Roman or Century Schoolbook."

"Cool… good choice. Always more readable when you're working with straight lines." Was the swift reply.

Anna sat back, cocooning herself in her plush sofa surprised by his quick response. It'd been a while since she'd messaged back and forth with a guy who wasn't Hans… Rolling her eyes she reminded herself that she was always friendly with Gary the janitor and Lloyd the IT guy at her school building, but for whatever reason, conversations with Gary and Lloyd weren't quite as thrilling as the short, succinct messages she'd just gotten from a guy she didn't even know.

"Thanks!" Anna replied, biting her lip as she realized that it might seem pathetic to respond so enthusiastically to a message about fonts with straight lines. Nervous that she'd look like a freak she quickly tacked on, "As a teacher I can appreciate the importance of legibility."

Those well-known dots emerged at the bottom of the message box indicating that Kristoff was, in fact, responding to her overwhelmingly lame reply.

"You asked about how much time it takes? Most people don't ever ask about that kind of stuff…"

Anna's eyebrows show up in surprise, is he actually trying to continue this conversation? "I'm just so impressed, it looks like such time-consuming work… I'm sure the whole process is… I don't really have any hobbies that are this interesting."

Time seemed to stand still as she waited for his next reply. "Honestly, because I enjoy it, it doesn't actually feel time consuming. I usually just work on commission sketches during my lunch breaks or when I get home from work. This snowflake design took a while. The actual metal making portion of it will be a few evenings worth of work after work."

Anna felt a bit guilty knowing that he'd be working after his normal work hours – whatever they may be - on this ornament for her. Biting her lip she nervously typed out, "That sounds like a lot of work… With the holidays coming up are you sure you want to bother with this? It's no big deal if you don't want to, I swear I'd understand."

The response came speedily. "Of course I'm going to make the ornament – you said you wanted it to thank your sister, right?"

Anna nodded to herself on the sofa for a solid thirty seconds before realizing that Kristoff couldn't see her. "Yes…"

"Then it's agreed. Whenever you can, shoot me your e-mail so I can invoice you, okay?"

Typing out her e-mail address Anna couldn't help but feel a little giddy… Sure, it was a conversation about a commission she was paying for, but it was still a conversation with a guy. Which was a major improvement considering it was the first time in forever she'd had a conversation with a guy she didn't work with.