For Rachel, who prompted "lace, glasses, rain" and got unmitigated Kristanna fluff.

Anna hates the rain.

That's probably unfair of her, but rain is just so annoying. It's not snow, and it's not…that other thing (sun? air?), it just falls from the sky and gets people wet. It doesn't have conviction.

This kind of rain is the worst, because it's the kind that's cold, and drizzly, and clings to your skin—the kind that never stops. It's the kind of rain that can never make up its mind (conviction) about if it's even rain or just really enthusiastic fog.

It's the kind of rain that traps her in the castle for days, until—

She's trying on dresses.

Anna doesn't really care about dresses, but it's the third day of random drizzle, now; she's pretty sure that she's talked to every one of the new staff people that Elsa hired after the gates opened, she's tired of hanging out in the barn, and she's given up on teaching Olaf chess.

(On the second day, she'd gone to the gallery room, but she hadn't talked to the people in the paintings, because—she doesn't know. It doesn't feel right, anymore.)

The point is that she's so very very bored, and hey, dresses! They exist. They look nice.

Her pinkie is stuck in one of the back knots.

Anna doesn't even know how that pinkie got there, okay, she just knows that the lace is trapping it, and it's not coming out at all, and this has to be the rain's fault.

She lets out a small yell of frustration as she tugs on the knot again; then she loses her balance and lands hard on the floor—how does that happen, she's pretty sure Elsa can put on a stupid dress without—

The door bursts open, and Kristoff rushes in.

"Anna? I heard a noise, are you—why are you on the floor?"

"I'm okay," Anna grumbles, pushing herself up, "My finger got stuck in the dress—it's still stuck, and—are you wearingglasses?"

He is. They're square, and large, and they're on his face.

Kristoff flushes, but covers it up with a huff as he helps her stand. His hands immediately reach for the knot behind her back. "You're a disaster."

"Yeah," Anna agrees, "I'm great. Why are you wearing glasses?"

"I just…" he trails off, "There, you're good."

Anna snatches her hand from behind her back, wriggles it. "Wow, that's—thanks! Why are you wearing glasses?"

They're awfully close to each other, but she doesn't want to move away, and—there's a weird feeling in her pit of the stomach.

Kristoff blushes, again. "I just wear them, sometimes. They help me read easier. Do they look that bad?"

"No," she says, immediately and full of conviction. "They're weird, but—they're good weird. I like them."

She smiles at him, and he smiles back, and—they're still too close. Anna thinks that maybe one of them should say something, or take a step back, but—

"Hey."

She said that. That's her mouth making noises. "I'm going to kiss you this time."

Kristoff's small smile blooms into a full grin, and he meets Anna halfway.

Rain is okay, Anna thinks, vaguely. Rain is probably fine.