Kristoff woke up with a very warm, very wiggly body plastered against his.

He pried open his eyes (which was difficult because the bed was so warm and comfortable) and looked down at the mess of strawberry blonde that must have been hiding Anna even if he couldn't see her under all that hair. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and rolled out of bed, Anna following him in her sleep and nearly falling to the floor.

"Whoa there, Freckles," he said with a chuckle, unwrapping her arms from his waist and pushing her back onto the bed. "I don't think you want to wake up on the floor."

She mumbled incoherently and pulled a pillow over her face. His little red-head was not a morning person and he found it adorable.

"You just stay there and I'll make us some breakfast, all right? How do pancakes sound?" he asked her. He sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed his sweatpants that he had tossed on the floor the night before. When she didn't answer him immediately he pulled his pants on and tried not to laugh at the way she was sprawled out on the bed. "I'm going to assume that pancakes are okay."

"And bacon…" she grumbled, her sleep roughened voice only just barely discernable through the pillow.

"And bacon," he agreed. "But you better get up soon or I'll eat it all myself."

She moaned and removed the pillow from her face, her lips pulled down in a scowl. "You're mean."

He dropped a kiss to her forehead and rumpled her hair. "I'm a monster," he agreed. "So you know I'll actually do it if you don't join me in the kitchen in a few minutes. If you show your face before I finish, maybe I'll teach you how to properly flip pancakes."

That sparked an interest in her well enough. Her head came up off the bed and her mouth turned from a scowl into a thoughtful pout. "Give me five minutes," she said.

He laughed. "I'll give you ten."

When Anna finally joined him in the kitchen, he had the griddle warmed up and was finishing mixing up the pancake batter. Because he knew her well, he had also grabbed a bag of milk chocolate chips to drop into the pancakes once they were cooking on the grill. He figured she would appreciate that.

"I don't smell any bacon," she said petulantly as she walked over to his side.

"It's because I haven't started it yet. You can't cook bacon before the pancakes or everything will taste like bacon grease," he informed her. When he turned his head to look at her, his mouth fell open. She was wearing his shirt… and only his shirt.

"Anna…" his mouth ran dry as he looked down at her. Those long, sexy legs that he loved were peeking out from under his tee-shirt, looking so kissable that he lost his train of thought. Damn, he could even make out a few pale freckles kissing the skin along her calf.

"Hey, you grabbed chocolate chips!" she squealed as she spied them, throwing her arms around him and plastering her barely clothed body against his. "You are so amazing!"

"Uh, yeah," he managed to choke out, trying to keep his mind on making breakfast and not on pulling off the shirt she was wearing and covering her in maple syrup instead of the pancakes. "So, did you want me to teach you how to flip pancakes?"

"That's why I'm awake," she said, all smiles.

He pulled her in front of him, so that his arms circled her waist, and grabbed the pancake batter and a spatula. He took a deep breath when she snuggled against him, her bottom pressing firmly against his growing arousal. Focus, he thought anxiously, hoping that he wouldn't burn either of them while trying to teach Anna how to make breakfast.

"First you pour some pancake batter on the griddle," he said firmly, pouring out a small circle of batter and then setting the bowl back down.

"What about the chocolate chips?" Anna asked, grabbing the bag from the counter and holding them up. "You don't put them in the batter first?"

He shook his head. "If you do that, then all the chocolate chips pool at the bottom of the bowl and you get a bunch of pancakes with one or two chips in them and then one or two that are nothing but pancakes. It's better to toss a few on top after the batter is starting to cook."

She grabbed a handful of the chips and sprinkled the top of the pancake with them. "Like that?"

"That's perfect," he told her and squeezed his arm around her so she would know that he was pleased she was paying attention. "Now, we wait until the edges of the pancake start to bubble before we flip it over, otherwise it's a sticky mess and runs all over the griddle."

He had to marvel at how natural it felt to hold her like this, with one arm wrapped around her while the other held hers. She fit against him as though her body had been molded to his alone. It was nice, comfortable, perfect even. It was something he had never found in other women he had dated. It made him wonder how fate could have led them to this one moment. And now he was getting all poetic over a girl he had just met five days before. He wasn't sure what was wrong with him.

"Ooh, I see it bubble!" Anna said excitedly, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. "Do we flip it now?"

"Yep," he agreed and tightened his hand around hers. "Now, just slide the spatula underneath the pancake like that… and flip!"

For her first time flipping a pancake, she did a pretty damn good job. It cracked a little on the side, but it had been almost perfect.

"Look, Kristoff! I did it!" she squealed again, turning to face him in her excitement.

She looked so pleased with herself, her eyes so filled with accomplishment and joy that he couldn't help but lean down and kiss her. He wouldn't tell her this, but she tasted better than any pancake they could cook up. Even with chocolate chips and maple syrup. She was inherently Anna and that was the best taste in the world.

Without thinking about it, he hefted her up onto the counter and stepped between her legs, holding her close against him as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She let out a noise that was all female, soft and content, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to deepen the kiss. The pancake was forgotten as they lost themselves in each other and Kristoff couldn't have cared less. It was only food, they could make or buy more. He only had a few days left with Anna, so he had to make each moment count.

"The pancake," Anna managed to say as his lips moved down her neck. "I can smell it burning."

His hand slid between them, his fingers brushing the curls at her core. She shuddered in his arms and held him tighter. "We can make more later," he whispered against her skin. "Right now I want you."

And for once, Anna didn't seem to have anything to say in response. He would have to remember this trick for the future.