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The Five Times Kristoff Wanted to Kiss Anna – and the One Time He Did
The Fourth Time : Because He Wanted to Say Goodbye.
The whipping wind burned his face, but he didn't dare tell Sven to slow down. The slight creature in his arms trembled so hard he felt it rock through his body like an earthquake. He held her tighter, like he could contain her shivers with just the strength of his grasp, but it didn't work. So he pressed Sven harder, faster, go, go, GO!
It had not been long before that they were standing together in the ridiculous getup his family had put together under the marriage canopy. They'd been so close together. Their gloved hands bumped against each other and it took all of his self-control not to grab hers in his just to feel what it felt like. Ever since he pulled her out of that snow bank, he had been vigilant in his efforts to not touch her. She was engaged, after all, to a prince, which made sense considering that she was a princess.
But there in that moment with their hands whispering against each other, he forgot that. There, for one split second, she was just Anna. Anna the girl who cared about maintaining a snowman's innocence; who would try to climb an insurmountable rock face just to save her sister; who didn't freak out when he revealed that the closest thing he had to family was a bunch of trolls. Then, there, she had just been a girl and he had just been a boy, and his heart pounded at the possibilities.
Then all hell broke loose. They realized the well-intentioned meddling of his family and somewhere in the fallout Anna collapsed against him. The spell he'd been under moments before shattered with reality. He wasn't just a boy and she wasn't just a girl. She was the princess of Arendelle, set to marry Hans of The Southern Isles, and now she was dying in his arms.
He'd brought her here with the hope that his Grand Pabbie could fix her. He'd seen it happen before, but those hopes were dashed. What Anna needed, Grand Pabbie could not give to her and neither could Kristoff. An act of true love, a true love's kiss, and Kristoff knew what he had to do. He had to return her to Hans.
The thought sent a sinking feeling through his gut, but he didn't have time for that. He had to save Anna.
That was how he ended up on Sven's back with a talking snowman riding behind him and an ice cold girl in his arms. He murmured reassurances into her white hair, not sure if she could hear him, not sure if anything he said made any sense, but needing to feel less futile than he did.
He could see Arendelle in the distance. His heart surged. They were close to the end of this odd adventure and he didn't know exactly how to feel about that.
He wanted to kiss her goodbye.
It only seemed right after all they had been through, all they had survived together. He'd only known her one day, but it felt like a lifetime. Everything that happened to them seemed like a strange dream, like reality waited on the fringes to drag them back into its clutches, but for now they remained untouched. A kiss here, now, in this magic winter somehow wouldn't count but would mean everything. He could carry the taste of her mouth with him long after she went on to become Missus Hans of the Southern Isles. It would be one tangible act that he could hold to remember her by after this dream ended and they both woke up.
He could….
She shivered against him, and he realized how silly and selfish his thoughts had been. Kissing Anna would do nothing but slow them down, and time was not a luxury she had. So he held her a little tighter and told Sven to go faster and put his hat on her head instead.
A/N: D'awwwww. Isn't Kristoff just the sweetest? Phew. I am all angst-ed out you all. Between the drama that is chapter three of Inevitable and the sadness that is this chapter… geez. What has Valentine's Day done to me? I swear. I feel like I need to write the fluffiest one shot in the history of one shots to karmically balance the darkness I've thrown into the fanfiction universe today.
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