It was just another date.

Kristoff picking her up with a Sunflower in tow, dinner at the restaurant downtown, an evening stroll to the pier, hand in hand and bumping into one another as they talked. They smiled and laughed the whole night, enjoying each other's company as they always did. Now, they were in his truck heading to his place for a movie by the fireplace.

It was all the same as it had been, but something just felt…different.

Anna sighed happily as they turned down the familiar dirt road, head resting perfectly on his shoulder.

She couldn't quiet point exactly what it was, but just something felt different tonight. She was just as happy as usual, stomach filled with butterflies like they always were when she was with him, but there was another feeling that was there that she didn't quite understand or pick out.

It was a happy feeling, that was for sure, but it wasn't just happy. It was…everything. Happy, excitement, joy, content, whole…love.

Was it love that she felt? Was this what love really felt like?

She had never felt this with Hans, not once; but this, this felt real.

This felt strong and whole and beautiful and just…right. More right than before, than with Hans.

This felt perfect.

This felt amazing.

This felt like

"Love."

"Huh?"

Anna blinked, and turned to look up at Kristoff. They were on the bed, cuddling as the movie played.

Love. That's what it was, love. There was no fighting or debating it now.

She loved him.

"I love you." Anna said, smiling, placing her hand on his cheek. "I love you."

Kristoff stared at her, in a moment of shock, but then grinned, pulling her in to meet him in a kiss.

After a moment, he pulled back, "I love you too."

It happened like all things do, unexpectedly.

They had shared touches, Kristoff being sure to ask always before he did anything; never wanting to push boundaries.

So when he gently squeezed her breast above her sweater, she moaned in familiar delight. But she wanted more, needed more.

She pushed him back, her in his lap, and ran her hands slowly up his shirt. He gasped as her nails lights grazed his chest, and Anna moved to kiss his neck.

As she moved her hands back up, she moved his shirt with him, hoping he would catch the hint.

Kristoff leaned forward, and with one swift movement pulled his shirt off.

Oh GOD the years had done wonders to him.

For a moment, Anna was lost in his toned chest, lightly brushing her hands down. Until he lightly grabbed her wrist, bringing her attention back to his face as he pulled her back to meet his lips.

She felt his hands on her back, moving slowly down and to the hem of her sweater. He hesitated, and she knew he was still nervous.

"It's ok." She whispered, kissing him again. "It's ok."

"Are you sure?" He asked, running his other hand through her hair.

"Yes." Anna said, "I'm very sure."

He cupped the back of her head, bringing her back down to him. Anna felt his hand move down once more, more confidently than before, and slowly bringing her shirt up.

She raised her arms and sat up, letting him remove the shirt. She gasped when his hands met her skin, sending warmth all through her body.

Kristoff left her lips and traveled down to her neck, her chest, the top of her breasts.

It did not take long for the rest to be removed. For her jeans to be pulled off gently, for him to kiss up her leg back to her.

For him to clumsily unhook her bra, for his hands to find her breasts and make her moan with his touches.

His jeans came next, kicked and pushed with her feet as best she could. He chuckled at her efforts, earning him a flick to his forehead.

Anna gasped as his fingers lightly grazed her center, teasing her before he slowly removed her underwear.

Now, he was above her, able to see her completely for who she was. The thought made her blush, and for a moment self-conscious, until he kissed his way to her ear and whispered, "You're so beautiful."

She could hear the truth in his voice, see the honesty in his deep brown eyes, and held back a sob in just the pure kindness and honesty this man showed her.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm amazing." Anna said, a tear falling down her face, "I am absolutely amazing."

"Are you sure because Anna, I don't want to push you and if you want me to stop, I'll stop."

"No, I'm ok I—" She huffed a laugh, "I'm just so happy I have you."

He smiled at her, running his thumb across her cheek, "And I you, Anna. I love you, I have for a long time. And I promise, if you want me to stop— "

She pulled him down to her, smiling as she did, "Stop talking." She whispered, grinding her hips lightly to his.

Kristoff groaned, lightly biting her ear in response.

Anna ran her hands down his chest till she met the band of his boxers. He lifted up for her and she eased the boxers as far as she could.

Oh yes, she was very, very happy to have him.

It was slow, and slightly awkward at first, but a gentle rhythm was created and Anna couldn't remember when she had felt so much bliss, so much love.

She came first, harder than she ever had, and he soon came tumbling after her.

For a moment, there was nothing but their heaving breathing. She kissed his shoulder, nuzzling her nose into his neck until he turned over to face her.

All she could do was smile, running her hand through his hair as she looked at him.

"Are you ok?" Kristoff whispered.

"Of course I am; why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know." He replied, "I just want you to be ok. I don't ever want to hurt you Anna."

"You," She poked his nose, "worry too much. I am perfectly fine, I promise. I'm happier than I've been in a long time."

"As long as you're happy Anna," He said, leaning to kiss her forehead, "that's all I want."

"Hmmm…and you know what?"

"What?"

"I'm the happiest when I'm with you."

"Then I guess I won't be going anywhere."

"Nope, looks like you're stuck with me Bjorgman."

Kristoff chuckled, "I can live with that."


"Yo, Kristoff!" Sven said, knocking again, "Come on man, you said you got breakfast this morning."

He was met with silence, again, and Sven groaned.

"Sure Sven," He said in a mocking tone, "trading off breakfast every weekend sounds like a great idea."

He pulled out his spare key and began unlocking the door.

"No, I'm always up before dawn anyways, I'll always have it done by the time you get here."

He opened and closed the door easily, not noticing the extra pair of shoes by the door.

"Trust me man, I'll have breakfast." Sven huffed a laugh, "trust him he says, I'll have food he says, now here I am starving with no food and Mr. sleepy head is snoring away in his— "

Sven paused, jaw dropping as he saw the two in bed.

He thought, for a moment, he was seeing something. That Kristoff's covers were just bundled funny. That the clothes scattered about were form another time or Anna forgetting something.

Until Anna mumbled something incoherent and rolled over on top of Kristoff's chest, smiling, and back completely bare. Kristoff's arm gently wrapped around her instinctively.

"Oh my God, oh my God," He whispered, backing away slowly towards the door, careful to close it behind him. He leaned against it for a moment, looked back at the door, then chuckled.

"They finally did it. Bout damn time."