Disclaimer: At this point I'm going to assume you all know that I don't own Frozen.

Kristoff had left the cottage at the crack of dawn, not wanting to risk seeing Anna again and experiencing that same strange arousal that had kept him tossing and turning all night long just imagining if her skin would taste like the milk and honey bubble bath she had used. He was going out of his mind being cooped up in the small house with her, so he figured that getting out and breathing in some fresh air would help him gain some much needed perspective. He couldn't really be attracted to Anna. The girl had more energy than his entire construction crew put together! If she wasn't such a talker, he would offer her a job as foreman on his crew. He had a feeling she would be good at rallying people together on a project.

Damn it, why couldn't he get her out of his mind? She was just some random girl that he happened to be sharing the cottage with. She wasn't someone that he would cross paths with on any normal day, she seemed to be high class judging from the little red Benz she was driving around. Hell, she wasn't even his type! So why couldn't he stop thinking about her? It had to be that damn image of her in the bath tub. Any red-blooded male would have a hard time not picturing what she looked like under all those bubbles, right? It wasn't that she was actually appealing to him on a personal level, just a physical one.

Yeah… and that was bad enough.

He walked along the beach in the dim morning light, thankful that he was alone for the moment. He wasn't used to feeling this way, so off balance and confused about a woman. It wasn't that he hadn't had interactions with women before, he was twenty three years old, he had been to college after all. For some reason Anna was different and he couldn't pinpoint why. He couldn't even get her out of his head for more than a few seconds! Why was she different? Why did she get to him? Why was he asking the same damn questions over and over? It was obvious he wasn't going to come up with any answers, not after he'd already been walking and thinking it over for two hours. Besides, he was just running away from the problem instead of facing it head on, which wasn't like him. It was time he headed back to the cottage and dealt with his problems. Even if that meant he had to swallow his pride and apologize for being a jerk.

By the time he made it back to the cottage an hour later, people were starting to stream onto the beach. It was the Fourth of July, Independence Day, and the seashore was a popular destination. He wasn't surprised to see families packing the beach in front of the cottage, but he was surprised to see Anna on the porch with her sketchbook in her lap, drawing furiously as she watched the families setting up their beach towels and umbrellas. He chuckled as he climbed the porch steps to her side. She was adorable when she was concentrating, her tongue peeking out from her lips as she worked. He had been so focused on that small bit of tongue that he hadn't even realized what she was wearing.

"There are families with children here you know," he said pointedly, gesturing to the mess of children only a hundred feet or so from the cottage.

She looked up from her sketchbook, her eyebrows raised in confusion. "Okay?"

He looked her up and down, taking in her long creamy white legs and bare freckle dusted shoulders. His mouth ran dry and all rational thought left his head at the sight of all that bare skin and it annoyed him that one look at her could bring about this reaction. She was sexy, that's all there was to it and he couldn't ignore that fact any longer. She may not have been his type traditionally, but he couldn't deny that all he could think about while staring at her half naked body was dragging her inside the cottage and removing the rest of her clothing with her teeth. It didn't matter that he didn't particularly like her, he wanted her and wanted her now.

"Do you always run around half naked in public?" he asked, knowing that he was needling her, but he couldn't help himself. He didn't really want anyone else seeing all of that glorious skin. It didn't make much sense, but common sense had flown out the window the minute Anna had walked into his life two days ago. All he could feel was white hot lust and an uneasy jealousy that he couldn't quite explain.

Her mouth tightened into a grimace and she clutched the sketchbook against her chest. "It's 95 degrees outside," she said through clenched teeth. "And I'm wearing more than most of the women on the beach today."

She was adorable when she was angry. So adorable in fact that he made a split second decision that he refused to examine more closely. "Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked.

Anna seemed even more surprised at this change in topic. Her eyes grew wide and round, as did her perfect pink mouth. "Why do you care? I can dress myself without a man's approval," she said hotly and got to her feet. "You are the rudest man I've ever met!"

She tried to walk past him to the door, but he grabbed her elbow and turned her to face him. "Humor me," he suggested. He couldn't stop himself from smiling as he said it. He knew it would confuse her, but he saw the answer to his problem right in front of him and he couldn't walk away from this opportunity.

"I just got out of bad relationship about a month ago," she said haughtily and wrenched her arm out of his grasp. "It's part of the reason I needed this vacation. So… I'm single. Does that settle your curiosity? Can I go now?"

"Good," he said with an even wider grin.

"Good?" she asked, obviously confused by the conversation. "Why is that good?"

"It's good because I don't have to feel bad when I do this," he said and then scooped her up into his arms and carried her inside the cottage away from prying eyes.

"Kristoff, put me down!" Anna squealed, trying to squirm away from him but failing. She wasn't sure what was going on, but the cranky guy she had met only a few days ago had suddenly disappeared and in his place was a playful stranger. She wasn't sure which one she perfered. The new playful attitude confused her and set her off balance. She knew how to handle cranky Kristoff, she just stayed out of his way and tried not to talk too much. But this? Carrying her, teasing her, smiling at her? How did she deal with that when her heart wouldn't stop fluttering nervously in her chest?

"I can't do that," he said with a mock sigh. "You might try to escape and I haven't had time to convince you of my idea yet."

"What idea?" Anna asked curiously, her squirming stilled by the look in Kristoff's eyes. She wasn't sure why she hadn't noticed it before, but he had really beautiful brown eyes the color of milk chocolate. Maybe she hadn't noticed because he had never looked directly at her before, but she was certainly noticing now.

He carried her into the bedroom and kicked the door closed behind them, but he still didn't let her go. If anything, his grip on her tightened. "I think we should sleep together," he said simply. His eyes were still staring straight into hers, as though daring her to argue.

Her mouth fell open in shock. "You what?"

"It makes sense," he pressed, his fingers stroking her side as he spoke. "We're both single and I find you attractive. Why waste a perfectly good vacation trying to ignore each other. Wouldn't it be more fun if we enjoyed ourselves and this wonderful king sized bed?"

Anna wasn't sure whether to laugh out loud, slap him in the face or kiss him, though all three seemed marvelously attractive. They had just met two days ago! Did he really think that all they needed to know about each other was whether or not they were single? The worst part was that part of her found his suggestion tempting. What better way to get over Hans than to have a fling with a gorgeous stranger? She had a feeling that the sex would be mind blowing. But could she really put herself in the position of having an emotionless, reckless fling?

Hell yes.

She gave in wholeheartedly, not even giving it another moments thought whether it was the right thing to do. Screw the right thing. She had been trying to do the right thing for years and where had it gotten her? She had ended up at this beach cottage, right here in Kristoff's arms, so she might as well take what was being offered.

She dug her fingers into the nape of his neck and pulled his mouth down to hers, letting all of her pent up frustration and want bleed into the kiss. She was the aggressor now, she was in charge… and she loved it.

Her teeth nipped and tugged at his lips, forcing him to open up so she could sweep her tongue inside. Damn he tasted good. So inherently male, so warm. She couldn't get enough.

His hands moved to cradle her, holding her neck and lower back as he gave as good as he got. His tongue tangled with hers, tasting and teasing her. When that wasn't enough for him, he slid his hand from her back to her breast, forcing a moan from her throat.

"So," he managed to say after he had pulled his lips from hers. His voice was thick and rough with desire, "Is that a yes?"

"Take your clothes off."

"Yes, ma'am."