Hey, you've reached Anna! Sorry I can't answer the phone right now! But I pinky-swear I will call you back as soon as I can! Leave a message!

"Hey Anna it's Kristoff, again. I don't know if you got my last message, but it's been about 2 hours since then. I just got off work so I'm going to come by and make sure you're ok. See you in a bit."

Kristoff hung up the phone as he cranked his pick-up truck.

Anna had not shown up to the shop that morning, nor did he hear from her later that afternoon as he usually did. She could be busy with possibly a new job or an interview of some kind, so he had called her.

It was when she didn't answer any of his calls that he started to worry.

So, while taking out the trash to the back dumpster, he snuck another call and left a voice message telling her he hoped she was alright and to call him back when she could. He kept an eye on his phone for a text or a call but none appeared.

It was then he decided he would just go over and check on her.

It wouldn't hurt to try at least, and it would definitely ease his mind.

The drive to her place wasn't far, he had done it a few times after some of their afternoons together.

Though, he never had been inside her apartment, just to the door. But he was not going to think about that.

He parked and headed up the steps to the dark green door and knocked.

He waited, heard nothing and then knocked again.

Still nothing.

So he looked in the parking lot and…yep, her car was there so she must be home.

"Anna?" He called, knocking once more. "It's me. You ok?"

This time he heard a soft thump, a faint familiar voice and then a shuffling of feet.

The door opened and there stood a red nosed, tired, disheveled looking Anna.

"Kris?" She murmured, her voice hoarse.

"Hey…um, did you get my calls?"

"Calls?"

"Yeah, um, I called a while ago to check up on you. I hadn't heard from you and I wanted to make sure you were ok. Which…looks like you're not."

Anna groaned, "I put my phone on silence so I could take a nap. I must've missed it. I'm sorry."

"It's ok. I'm glad I came actually. Looks like you could use some help."

Anna leaned on the door and sniffed, "I don't know where it came from but last night my throat was just a bit sore but I didn't think anything of it. Then this morning I'm all stopped up and can't stop sniffling and my head is all cloudy and I got the chills a bit ago too and my throat still hurts and I am just a complete wreck." Anna closed her eyes and huffed a laugh, "I don't even think I've left my bed all day—WOAH!"

Without a word, Kristoff scooped her into his arms bridal style and carried her inside.

"Kris, what are you doing? You're going to get sick!"

"I'll be fine." Kristoff said, closing the door with his foot. "It's you I'm worried about."

"I'll be ok, I promise."

"Well, I'm going to make sure of it." He sat her on the couch, and knelt in front of her. "Why don't you start with a nice hot bath. That can help with the nose stuff; loosen things up a bit. Do you have any soup?"

"I think so?"

"Ok, if not the corner store will have some. You go relax for a bit and I'll get you something to eat ok?"

Anna stared at him for a moment, confused, but nodded.

Kristoff smiled. "Alright, hop to it then."

He waited till he heard her bathroom door shut and then grinned when he heard water running. He looked for her kitchen, found it and began looking for soup.

In the end, he ended having to make a quick run to the store. Which was perfectly fine because he ended getting some medicine to hopefully help fight this cold.

It was when he was stirring the soup in the pot that it hit him.

He was in Anna's apartment.

Kristoff paused a moment, sat the spoon down and then looked around.

It was a nice little place. The walls were plain and white but Anna had added a bit of life to it with pictures, in frames or not, all over the wall. There was a small dinner table with random bits of mail and newspaper, simple furniture in the living room, and a few inspirational quotes here and there on the walls and counter space.

It wasn't exactly the kind of place Kristoff thought of when she thought of her home. He thought of colors all over the walls, decoration everywhere, flowers wherever they could fit; the only thing that did fit her were the pictures.

After he finished the soup and a little grilled cheese sandwich he started looking at the pictures.

Some were of her family of course. Her Mom, Dad and her sister Elsa who was still in Norway running the old family business that their late father used to run. He hadn't seen in Elsa in years, but judging from the pictures, she was still exactly the same.

There were pictures of mountains, beaches, a few of the pier and the city, and a few from high school.

But most of the pictures were of them; him and Anna.

Homecoming, afternoons in the coffee shop, late night milkshakes in the diner, nights spent on the pier, beach days, exploring his parent's land; all of them he remembered easily as if they had all happened yesterday.

He smiled when he found another. It was a group picture of himself, Anna, Elsa and Sven. They were in the park, all crammed into the park bench were they used to meet. Kristoff and Sven took up most of the space so Elsa sat on the arm rest, while Anna had plopped right on Kristoff's lap. Kristoff could see his blush easily in the picture, not at all masked by his smile.

He really had sucked at hiding it. Even Elsa had caught on to his feelings.

"Remember that day?"

Kristoff turned. Anna had her hair up in a bun, her face pink from the hot bath, a new pair of pjs on and a blanket wrapped around her shoulder. She shuffled over in her slippers, smiling.

"Of course I do." Kristoff said, turning back to the picture. "Sven got attacked by a duck."

"Well, he shouldn't have teased the poor thing."

"True. I don't think I've heard him scream so loud."

They both laughed.

"Feel better?"

"A little." She sniffled. "My nose isn't as bad, the steam really helped. But my throat is still scratchy and I'm still cold."

"Well," He grabbed her hand instinctively, pulling her to the table, "I made you some soup and a cheese sandwich. I also snagged some medicine too because I didn't know if you had any or even taken any yet so I got some. Oh, and if you want, I can throw the blanket into the dryer really quick while you eat so it can be nice and warm when you're done."

By now, Anna was sitting down at the table, the sandwich and soup in front of her. And again, she was staring at him, confused.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing, I—" She looked down at the soup, "Nothing."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded, picked up her spoon and began to eat as Kristoff went back into the kitchen to grab the medicine from the counter and a glass of water for Anna.

He heard a giggle, "You got me the Stars Chicken noodle?"

He grinned, "Of course. It's your favorite. You always complained about how boring soup was and how you wish it was more fun. So you started getting the Disney ones and the alphabet ones, but the stars were always your favorite because you loved watching the stars."

There was a clatter and Kristoff turned just in time to see Anna running towards him. He caught her easily in his arms and was taken completely aback when he felt her lips on his.

He was stiff for a moment, unsure of what to do because OH MY GOD SHE WAS KISSING HIM but then he closed his eyes and melted into the kiss. One hand held her waist while the other combed into her hair, cradling her head as the kiss deepened.

Anna pulled back first, gasping and sniffled. Kristoff leaned his forehead against hers, his mind and heart racing.

She looked up at him, and smiled, "I should have done that a while ago."

Kristoff chuckled, "I should have done it a long, long time ago."

Anna giggled, but then gasped and pulled away, "Kristoff, oh no! You're going to get sick now!" She turned and began pacing the kitchen, "And it's all my fault. Oh no, oh man, I couldn't help it I am so sorry! I've been wanting to say something for a while because of all the time we have spent together because it has been so nice and fun and just, amazing and I started getting this weird feeling in my tummy when I was with you and I knew what it was but I was scared to say anything but then you were just so sweet in wanting to help me and then you went and got me soup and medicine and then remembered my favorite soup and it was just all too much and reminded me just how great of a person you are and how good you are and it finally clicked after everything and I just had to tell you and— "

He cut her off with another kiss, pulling her back into his chest.

She pulled back again, "But the cold— "

"Don't worry about me." He murmured and captured her lips once more.