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The Five Times Kristoff Wanted to Kiss Anna - and the One Time He Did

The Third Time:Because He Wanted To Calm Her Down

He should be dead. Between the crazy magic queen, her fifty foot snowy bodyguard, slamming his head into solid rock, and a free fall off of a cliff – he should be way more than dead, but he wasn't. He was alive. The pain told him so.

His entire head throbbed. Deep, pulsing pain radiated from a spot above his left ear and bounced around inside of his skull until he heard ringing. He wished for a way to crack open his head and let out the pressure swelling within, but none appeared.

At least it was cool and dark and quiet where he was now. The snow wrapped him in a cocoon, holding him deep and still until everything stopped spinning, and promised him refuge from the cruelty that brought him here. That was until he felt something grabbing his toes, shaking his feet, and he snapped back to reality.

Gritting his teeth, he broke out of his snowy bed, and reinstated Olaf to his proper form. The sudden movement surged a dizzy darkness at the corners of his sight and the ringing in his head reached a frenzied peak. It didn't help that Olaf was talking to Sven in a baby voice. No one talked to Sven like that. He was an animal, not an idiot.

His attention drifted to Anna. His aching mind took in the scene. She was trapped in the deep powder. Her tiny, ineffectual arms tried to push herself free to no avail, but that didn't stop her from trying. She pushed and pushed and pushed. Determination etched lines into her forehead. Her mouth pressed into a firm line from concentration.

She is adorable. The thought shot through his mind before he could see where it came from. The intensity and suddenness of it was disquieting, so he shoved himself up and went to help her in hopes of distracting himself.

He hooked his hands beneath her arms, careful where his mittened fingers rested, and lifted. She was lighter than she should be. He'd hauled blocks of ice that weighed more than she did. She slipped up out of drift without any resistance, her body sliding close to his, and he placed her feet on top of the snow.

She was close and shy now. The warmth from her body lingered where it had seeped through his mittens and into frozen fingers. He realized that he'd broken some invisible bubble between the two of them by touching her when she reached out to graze the epicenter of his headache. He flinched away and laughed it off, uncomfortable with the tingle that ran down his spine at her touch.

Besides – he was fine. He was tough. So why did he feel like a million butterflies escaped their cage in his chest when she touched him? He didn't want to think about that, so he asked a question instead.

"So now what?"

They hadn't had the warmest welcome or the warmest expulsion either from Elsa. That realization dawned on Anna's face with alarming clarity, and her eyes went wide with panic. She freaked out. Talk of Arendelle and the eternal winter spilled out of her. She had no idea what to do. She had to know what to do. This was her fault and she had to fix this!

So now what, indeed.

He watched Anna's deconstruction in an amused thrall. Maybe it was the adrenaline from surviving everything. Maybe it was from hitting his head so hard that he lost consciousness for a bit. Maybe it was that he hadn't slept in thirty eight hours. Whatever it was, he couldn't take his eyes off of her as she descended into panic.

He wanted to reassure her. He wanted to slow her down and force her to breathe. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to grab her shoulders and kiss her long and deep until she had no room for any thoughts of her sister or Arendelle or duty. He wanted to kiss her until the storm of pieces flying off of her quieted and she was whole again. He wanted to kiss her until she melted against him and he could steal the tempting warmth of her body. He wanted to kiss her till she calmed down, but he wasn't sure his touch would have that effect so he stayed still and quiet while she fell apart.

Then she mentioned his ice business and now he had to stop her. Her self-flagellation had gone far enough, and he stopped her in tones gentler than he knew he possessed. Her wide eyes stayed on his, falling on his reassurance like her life depended on it, and then her hair turned white.

A/N: They are getting fluffier and they will just get fluffier from here. Half way done with this fic. Thanks for all of the reviews and feedback! I very much appreciate it.

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