Prompt: "A Day at the Park" with a side of Sven
Setting: Modern AU
Rating: K

It was a beautiful day in the park. Emphasis on 'was.'

It started out like any other beautiful day in the park. The sun was shining. The birds were singing. The breeze was pleasant. That gorgeous ginger with the freckles was there again, even though he hadn't worked up the courage to talk to her yet.

Ok, so he's waved at her when she waved at him. That counts, right? But she waves at everyone, talks to everyone. He could hear her chattering away, her voice light and happy as she rambled on about the weather or her little dog Olaf or the new café with the most incredible chocolate chip carrot cake. He was so lost in the memory he didn't watch where he was going, and that's how they ended up tangled in their leashes, their dogs barking happily at them.

"Sorry!" they both mumbled and laughed awkwardly while his big brown retriever and her little white terrier jumped up and down and barked happily. He helped her up with one hand, and then tucked it behind his neck abashedly. She brushed her coppery braids out of her face and smiled shyly. This is it, you can do it! he thought, but just then their other hands yanked them apart as their dogs took off in opposite directions.

So much for a beautiful day at the park. Kristoff sulked, berating himself for only saying one pitiful little word to her when he had the chance. And now she probably thought he was a huge dork who couldn't control his dog.

Speaking of which, Sven looked up from the tennis ball between his paws, his back end up and wiggling like mad. Kristoff couldn't help but grin. He unclipped the leash and threw the ball. Sven took off like a shot, barking the entire way to the ball, and even barking with the ball in his mouth on the way back to drop it at Kristoff's feet.

After the next throw Sven detoured on his way back, going instead to the ginger with the braids. He dropped the ball at her feet and jumped up, licking her face. She stumbled back and fell to the ground, giggling and petting the enthusiastic dog. "Sven!" he shouted, rushing over to her. "I'm sorry!" he apologized, mortified. "Sven's very friendly, obviously, but he usually has better manners, I swear."

"It's ok," she giggled some more. "He's cute!" she said, looking up at him, and then blushed bright red. "Ah, I mean…"

Sven dropped the ball in her lap and licked her face again. Kristoff reached to grab his collar right as she threw the ball. Sven rushed after it, pulling Kristoff off-balance. He fell face-first in the grass.

"Ohmygosh I'm sorry!" the redhead gasped. She grabbed his arm and pulled him up, then snatched her hands back with a fierce blush. "Sorry," she mumbled.

"No, it's ok," he smiled shyly. "I'm the one with the crazed dog."

She laughed and looked up at him, and he lost himself in the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. So lost that he didn't hear Sven run up behind them and crash into her legs so hard she stumbled into him. Kristoff's arms wrapped around her instinctively, but he was overbalanced and ended up flat on his back with the redhead sprawled across his chest.

He froze, his brain not able to process how good she smelled and how warm she felt and how he better let her go and he really should help her up and apologize and go throw himself in the lake and move to the next county or just die of embarrassment. But she's laughing, huge gut-busting guffaws as she clings to him. He laughed too; he couldn't help it. It was just too ridiculous.

She picked herself up and offered him her hand, which he took and pulled himself up. They're both chuckling as they brush the dirt and leaves from their clothes. Their dogs are sitting next to them, looking up at them with their tongues lolled out in doggie laughter.

"So, that happened," she giggled. He chuckled too, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm Anna," she stuck her hand out to him awkwardly.

He looked at it, then at her, then took her tiny hand in his huge calloused palm and shook it gently. "Kristoff."

"And I've already met Sven," she smiled.

"Yeah," he muttered sheepishly. "Ah, I better get this knucklehead home before he does any more damage," he grinned. "See you around?"

"Sure, uh, ok," she said. She clasped her hands together as she watched him clip Sven's leash back on. "Wait!"

He looked up, blushing.

"I was wondering, well, I've kinda been seeing you here in the park for weeks and, uh, not that I was spying because that's creepy and rude and all, but anyways, umm… Wanna go get some coffee?" she blurted out. "I know this café around the corner that has-"

"-the most incredible chocolate chip carrot cake," he said, smiling shyly.

"Yeah," she beamed at him.

"I'd like that."

"Me too. Uh, I mean great! See you there in a half hour?"

"I'll be there," he promised.

"Great! Seeya!" she chirped, then turned and walked away with her dog trotting obediently behind her.

Sven whined and head-butted his leg. Kristoff knelt down next to his best friend. "Were you just hitting on her for me?" he asked. Sven licked his face from jaw to hairline. Kristoff ruffled his ears. "Good boy."