"Come on Kristoff, please?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I just…I don't want to."

"What are you hiding a dead body or something?"

"What?! No."

"Are you secretly homeless?"

"No."

"Alright then I don't see the problem here. Why can't I see your house?"

Kristoff sighed. Anna waited patiently for an answer. All she wanted to do was see his house. They had been together, officially, now for little over a month. He had been to her apartment plenty now after her sick day. But she had yet to go over to his house.

He would always dodge suggestion, would say they should go somewhere else, maybe her place but he never liked the idea of her coming over.

"Kristoff," She said, wrapping her arms around his waist, "What is it? And don't tell me it's nothing because you know and I know that's bull."

"I just," Kristoff murmured, loosely wrapping his arms around her, "I'm just nervous is all."

"Why?"

"I don't come from much Anna. I…I've pretty much had to build the place myself. It's not all that great, just a little cabin in the woods and— "

"Wait, you live in a cabin?!" She asked excitedly, "Really?"

"Ye-yeah…"

"Oh my gosh, why didn't you say that earlier? Now we HAVE to go!" Anna said, basically dragging him towards the door.

"Anna, are you sure?"

"Absolutely positive." She beamed.

Anna could tell he was nervous the whole way there. Could see how tightly he gripped the wheel, how he glanced at her every so often, and she, being the good, supportive girlfriend she was, grabbed his hand, squeezed it gently and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Ok, Anna," He said, turning up a dirt road, "just for warning, keep your expectations low. Like I said, I don't have much and I had to fix this place up myself. It's an old cabin Pappy had on the land. It isn't much and it's not that great but, I mean," He parked the truck and looked forward, "It's home."

Anna sat up and smiled.

The cabin was beautiful. It was a dark brown, sitting perfectly among all the pine trees. There was a set of steps up to the front porch, a dark green rocking chair sitting alone near the door. She spied a stack of firewood on the side of the cabin and could only guess there was not only a fireplace inside, but a fire-pit somewhere nearby.

It was simple, quaint, and so very Kristoff.

"Like I said, it's not much…"

"It's beautiful Kristoff." She said, looking at him with a wide grin, "Really, it's very you." Kristoff blushed and Anna couldn't help but giggle. She leaned over and kissed his cheek, "Come on, I want a tour."

The tour didn't take long. It was a simple house. A small kitchen, with pots and pans hanging on the wall along with some large utensils. The living had a large sitting chair and a rusty red brick fireplace. There were a few pictures of his family and Sven, one or two of Anna (which Kristoff blushed widely at when she pointed it out), but the walls were mostly bare. His bedroom was just as simple, a large bed with a decent size closet and a chester draw.

Like Anna had said before, it was very much Kristoff.

Later, as they sat cuddled in the chair, the fire burning brightly in the fireplace, she nuzzled and kissed his neck.

"See? Nothing to worry about."

Kristoff chuckled, "I know, I know. Sorry."

"It's ok."

"Not really, I should have known better."

"Kristoff," She sat up, placing her hands on his cheeks, "It's ok. Trust me. I was nervous about you coming to my place to."

"Really?"

"Well, yeah. It's my home. It's my own place. It's not weird to be nervous to show someone your home. I mean, that's your own personal space."

"I guess."

"Either way," She kissed him softly, "I love it."

He smiled, "Good, I'm glad."

"So, we are definitely coming over here for s'mores and star gazing and oh, hot chocolate too! We can sit on the porch and watch the sunset and we can cuddle by the fire on cold nights!" Anna was nearly bouncing in his lap, giggling as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Whatever you want Feistypants."