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All credit to whomever made the Kiss Memes that are on the internet. Thank you for the challenge.

Dedicated to Setsunakou and Harukakou. ^_^

Kiss on the Forehead: Kristoff x Anna

It started with a romance novel. This is not a good way to start anything, but nevertheless that is how it began.

Tossing the book that she had just finished reading on to the cushion by her feet, Anna stretched her arms up over her head as her imagination danced with ideas brought on by the book.

For the most part the story had been sweet. Hardly any sword fights to speak of and even the stand off between the hero and the villain was little lackluster.

If it hadn't been for the romance part she would have given up on it right off the bat.

But the way the heroine had shown her affection for the hero had kept Anna fascinated.

The two had often been separated and when they were together were often in positions where they couldn't actually speak. And so the heroine had shown her delight at being with him by peppering his face with kisses.

This appealed to Anna on all sorts of levels. So much so that she had determined that she was going to do it to Kristoff.

But instead of doing it all at once she resolved to kiss one part of his face at a time in sneak attacks.

It just sounded more fun that way.

It was a few days after she had finished the romance novel that she was able to put her plan into motion.

Kristoff had been gone gathering ice for the last week or so and when she glimpsed him entering the town she saw her chance.

Running up to him, she threw her arms around his neck and planted two big kisses on his cheeks.

The time spent apart made him not in the least bit surprised by this action and in return he had lifted her off her feet and planted a kiss of his own on her cheek.

This was not the case when she kissed him on the nose.

That one she sneaked while they were brushing out Sven's coat one evening.

Kristoff had been going on about a new ice cutting technique he had learned about that day and his eyes had been shining with enthusiasm and his cheeks were bright red from the wind and he had just looked so gosh darn cute that she wasn't been able to resist.

She had popped herself up on her tiptoes and dropped a kiss right on his nose.

He had dropped his brush in surprise. Which had caused her to laugh out loud.

He kissed her back that time too.

And so it had gone with all the other parts of his face. Except one. The last one.

His forehead.

She often forgot how tall Kristoff was when they were together. Somehow they just always seemed to be at the right level for each other.

Or at least they were until she decided to try and kiss his forehead!

She tried everything she could think of but nothing seemed to work. She had tried kissing him as he lifted her into a sleigh but he had moved at the last instant and all she got was hat.

She tried kissing him while she was kneeling but that time all she got was a sore chin.

Finally she became so irritated by it that she went for help. And help is what she got just not from who she wanted it.

Storming into Elsa's study, she flopped herself down on the little love seat in front of the fire and whined in to a pillow. "Kristoff is to tall! Elsa, what am I going to do?"

" To tall for what my dear?" Was Elsa's calm inquiry.

"Kissing on the forehead."

Two sounds answered this complaint. One a strangled sounding cough and the other an out right laugh. A very masculine out right laugh.

Popping her head up over the loveseat, Anna gave a cry of anguish at what she saw.

Standing next to her sister looking at some kind of paperwork was Hans.

Giving her sister a betrayed look, Anna wailed. "Elsa, why didn't you tell me he was here?!"

Raising one fine eyebrow, Elsa replied. " You didn't really give me a chance, Anna. I promise if I had known what you wanted to talk to me about I would have sent him away."

" A poor decision that would have been on your part, your Majesty." Hans pipped in his tone tap dancing the line between politeness and condescension.

Plastering a tight, fake smile on her lips Elsa turned towards him and inquired. "Oh, and why would that be, Hans?"

His lips splitting into a naughty grin, Hans replied. "Because I know how she can get her kiss."

Her lips pressed to the cool skin of Kristoff's forehead her nose being tickled both by the wool of his hat and the strands of his hair, Anna grudgingly admitted to herself that Hans had been right.

But as Kristoff's breath warmed her neck and his arms tightened around her waist, she couldn't bring herself to regret taking his advice.

Not that she would ever tell him that.