"So, you ready for your date?"

"It's not a date."

"It so is a date."

"No, it's not."

"Oh really?"

"Yes really."

"Then why did you change your shirt?"

Kristoff paused, "It smelled like coffee."

"So?"

"So, I didn't want to smell like coffee. I smell it all the time as it is, rather not."

"Uh huh…rather smell fresh and clean huh?"

"I would like to smell nice, yes."

"Is that why you sprayed cologne on."

"…yes."

"Right." Sven smirked, "And where are you going?"

"The pier."

"And what are you going to on this date at the pier."

"Again, not a date. She's finally done with getting her stuff moved in, and has barely got around the town to see it and has been away for a long time. So, she wanted to go see what's changed and have a nice night out."

"Uh huh. So she suggested this date."

"Yes she did and for the last time it's not a date."

"Oh, pah-lease. It's just going to be you two, out on the pier, the most romantic part of town, spending time together, alone, after all this time, and you're telling me that is not a date?"

"No, she didn't call it a date so it's not a date."

"She doesn't have to label it a date for it to be one mate."

"For me she does, so it's not a date so drop it."

Sven sighed, and walked over to his best friend, slapping him on the shoulder, "Look, date or not, I know you like her," Kristoff's face went pink, "I know you've liked her for a long time. I'm not saying this is a sign but, you're not going to get another chance like this."

Kristoff looked to the floor, "I know." He murmured.

"So, if anything, just have fun ok? Seriously, I know you missed her and trust me, I know she has too."

"How do you know?"

"I'm good at reading people." Sven winked.

"Right."

"Seriously though, have fun alright?"

"I will."

"And I put some condoms in your bedside drawer, just in case."

Kristoff just glared at Sven's back as he left the room, his best friend grinning wide as he went.


"I've forgotten how pretty the pier was." Anna said, smiling up at the string of lights that hung above them on the walk way.

"Yeah, it's probably the only thing that hasn't changed much." Kristoff smirked.

"Thank God. They don't need to change a thing."

"Well, maybe a few things."

"…ok, maybe the carousel could use a paint job."

"And the Ferris wheel."

"And the tea cups. The hot dog stand could use some too."

"Could use a new chef too."

Anna giggled, "It wasn't that burnt."

"It was black."

"Only on one side and it wasn't even the whole side."

"Still burnt."

"Still picky as ever." Anna teased, shoving him.

"Always." Kristoff winked, eating a piece of cotton candy.

Anna grinned, "Glad to know you haven't changed either."

Kristoff smirked, hiding his blush. The last few days had been nothing short of amazing. Anna would come in the morning, grab a coffee and a chocolate muffin ("You're going to get a cavity" "I haven't yet.") and then would go off to unpack her apartment or job hunt. Then after a few hours, she would come back, right when he would get off his shift.

They would sit in the shop, sometimes the diner if she was hungry, and just talk. Talk about the past, the city, what had changed in the town, the in-town gossip, what their former school mates were up to; anything and everything they would talk about. Even after so many years, it was still so comfortable to talk to her.

He never asked about Hans. He didn't think it was his place to bring it up. Even the slightest hint of him, whether in a past story or from one of her tales from the city, brought a clouded look in her eyes. Her smile would fall a bit, her happiness in her voice a bit fake, and he was always quick to change the subject.

When she was comfortable, she would talk about it. But until then, he would wait. As he always had, always would.

"Though your aim has gotten a bit sloppy."

"…well, gee thanks." He deadpanned.

"Just being truthful." Anna shrugged.

"Right."

"It used to take you like, 2 throws at most to knock all the bottles over."

"It's a new vendor."

"So?"

"They could set the bottles different."

She stepped in front of him, smirking, "They were set the same way they always have."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I know. We used to play that game every Friday night because one, you could always knock them all over and two, you always won me an animal."

Kristoff smiled at the memory, "Hey, I still got you the animal didn't I?"

Anna looked down at the small reindeer in her arms, squeezing it tightly to her chest. "Yeah, you did."

"So, my arm is still just fine." Kristoff smirked.

Anna stuck her tongue at him, "Yeah fine, I guess it is."

Kristoff chuckled, "Well, what else do you want to see? We've done the carousel, tea cups, Ferris wheel, won you a reindeer, grabbed some cotton candy and a gross hotdog," She rolled her eyes, "and now walked under the lights. What else would you like to do?"

Anna bit her lip, walking over to the railing as he watched her.

"I don't know." She said with a shrug, "I just, don't want to go home yet."

Kristoff came to her side and leaned on the rail. "Still a night owl I see."

Anna smiled, "Forever and always." Then she paused, "Plus, it's just too...quiet there. And…empty." The clouded look came over her eyes again as she looked out to the dark ocean.

Kristoff watched her carefully. He wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know what to do. Did he hug her? Tell a joke? Pick at her?

What were the boundaries here? Or were there any?

There never were any boundaries before. When they were friends, he was never hesitant to put an arm around her, to hug her, to hold her hand.

Then she dated Hans, and he pulled back. Not just because he didn't want to cross any lines, she was so happy and God if he ruined this he would hate himself for it, but because he realized that he liked her.

Not just liked her, but loved her; and then she was dating Hans and it was too late to profess his feelings.

Sven had told him to, to just be open and honest with her before she left for college. But he couldn't do it. Not because his nerves go to them, which they totally did, but because he couldn't bare making her unhappy.

That was the last thing he ever wanted to do.

But Hans was gone, she was here and the barriers he had raised for himself weren't needed anymore.

Just do it.

He watched her expression as he placed his arms around her shoulders, and nearly had a heart attack when she slowly leaned into him and rested her head on his chest.

His heart really needed to slow down now or she would hear it pounding against his ribs and that was the absolute last thing he needed.

Kristoff watched her relax into him, resting easy against his chest, and the tension in him dissolved. He rubbed his thumb on her shoulder and watched her eyes close.

"I missed you."

It was faint but his ears still caught it.

"I missed you too." He whispered.

She smiled, turning into his chest and sighed deeply.

He wrapped his other arm around her, hugging her gently to him.

She still fit perfectly in his arms, still, after so much time. She was still just as chipper, just as stubborn, just as sassy, just as funny as she always had been. Her smile was still beautiful, her eyes sparkling like they always had, and her freckles seemed to have multiplied.

She was still Anna.

His same amazing Anna.

"For the record," He murmured, "I'm glad you haven't changed either."

Anna huffed a laugh, and he couldn't help but smile.