"Me."

It seemed like her mind repeated the simple sentence hundreds of times in the next few seconds.

Was it the liquor creating this fantasy where her best friend was offering to kiss her? Had she passed out at some point and not realized?

Of all the things she wanted to say, only one word managed to come out, "What?"

Kristoff didn't want to repeat the offer, it was hard enough to say it once.

But also the thought of Anna finding some random man to kiss stirred up an unkind feeling in him.

It wasn't hot enough for him to be sweating but he was.

Anna kept a bewildered look on her face, waiting for Kristoff's response.

He swallowed hard, "Me. I can. I mean, if you- I just-"

"You would do that?" Anna's voice had a hint of tears in it.

When Kristoff managed to look back at her, her eyes were brimming with tears and her lips crumpled together.

"I didn't get you anything for your birthday," He scratched at the back of his head nervously, "And I mean, I just guess that this would be better than some random guy. But we don't have to if you would rather not-"

Anna's arms were suddenly enclosed around Kristoff's neck, dragging him down a bit since she was shorter.

Anna had hugged him before, plenty of times. But this one felt different. She hugged so tight he was pretty sure she was actually trying to strangle him. And unlike all the other times, when she would make it a quick motion, she held on.

She kept her face buried next to his hair. If she pulled away he would see her face being an alarming color of red.

Kristoff's arms awkwardly enclosed around Anna's form, securing her in place.

The hammering in Anna's chest only increased when she felt Kristoff's arms found their place around her. It was the most amazing feeling she could have ever imagined. They fit together perfectly. In all the years of her hugging him, he'd never done it back.

At that moment, she didn't care that she was acting like a silly little love struck girl. She didn't care that reality was waiting at the edge of the meadow.

She closed her eyes and willed her heart to calm some. There was no way he didn't feel it pounding.

How long had they stood there? The sun's position signified it was moving into later afternoon. Anna felt her mind begin to have a buzzing sensation again.

"Anna?" Kristoff broke their silence first. "Are you asleep?"

He was asking a serious question, but it seemed so funny to her.

She giggled, turning her head so that her forehead pressed into his shoulder.

"No. Just thinking."

Kristoff's hold on her was eased, allowing for him to pull away from her some.

She released her hold on him and turned her face up to him, a big goofy smile on her face.

Kristoff was almost positive that her alcohol was making a reappearance.

"You make me so happy you know that." She continued to grin.

"Anna, you're drunk." Kristoff rolled his eyes.

"Tipsy, at most. Give me some credit. But no really, you do make me so happy." Anna couldn't put a filter on her mouth.

When she looked up at Kristoff off he had a golden glow around him.

"I don't really want to marry him. I don't want to live in the palace. I don't want to be a princess. All I want is to live a simple little quiet life. I want to live here in the Meadow. I want to marry-"

Kristoff caught Anna's face and silenced her in a flurry of motion.

For years he'd listened to Anna describe all the romantic things she wanted in her life. All the whimsical lovey dovey things that happened in her romantic books.
In most of them, it was always the guy making a sudden swooping kiss. He'd rolled his eyes and tuned a lot of what she was saying out, but she always was extra dramatic in describing the kiss scenes.
Maybe that's why she was being the way she was concerning her first kiss.

It took Anna's mind several seconds to register Kristoff's mouth on hers. His hands held her cheeks so gently, yet secured her in place.

A warm vibrant feeling surged through her. Magical wasn't a good enough word to describe the feeling. It's like she could feel sparkles in the air and the whole world had gone still. For someone who was emotionally stagnant most of the time, he seemed to be very good at kissing. Anna was so lost in the moment that she didn't care if the rest of the world crashed and burned.

When did her fingers get knotted in his hair? When had one of his arms found it's way behind her back to pull her in tighter?

This must be the feeling people talk about when they speak of pure bliss. Utter happiness.

It was everything she'd ever wanted.