Disparate
Rating: K
Word Count: 295
A/N: Sorry about the wait guys. I've been insanely busy in the past week, and I'll make it up to you. I promise.
She hadn't really know what to think of Kristoff when she first saw him.
He was big. Yes.
Tall.
Awkward. (That was a relief after the smooth-talking coolness of Hans.)
Rough.
Gentle. (To her sister anyway.)
Gruff.
A man.
A man who, like Hans, might be plotting. Scheming. Untrustworthy. Dangerous.
But she watched him, when Hans emerged, watched his eyes narrow as he pulled up his sleeves, watched Anna place her hand on his chest, stopping him, watched him soften, and nod.
And he tripped over his feet as she talked to him. He stumbled over his words. Didn't bow before her, but instead stuck out his hand stiffly for her to shake.
But, he turned to Anna, his hand lingering on her arm as his voice lowered, his other hand grazing her cheek, and she saw tears in his eyes.
She realised that maybe, just maybe he wasn't like Hans.
She watched them, from the pier.
Watched him follow after her, a blindfold on his eyes, a trusting, a goofy grin plastered on his face.
Watched them stop in front of the sled Anna had made her order especially, Anna's face bright and her eyes sparkling.
Watched his eyes widen, his face light up.
Watched that ridiculous reindeer, the Official-Arendelle-Ice-Master-and-Deliverer medal glinting in the summer sun. (That wasn't a real thing, as much Anna wanted it to be.)
Watched him twirl her around, only to place her beside him, his face turning red.
Watched her baby sister kiss him on the cheek.
Watched him scoop her up, hold her close.
Watched them kiss.
He wasn't like Hans.
She knew that much.