"Kristoff…do you think I would make a good queen?"

Caught off guard, he spewed the ale he'd been drinking and doused a now very disgruntled Sven. The reindeer snorted and walked away leaving him alone with Anna. She looked crestfallen.

"I guess that answers my question," she mumbled sadly and started walking away. Kristoff blinked in confusion for a moment and then promptly panicked, calling himself every type of idiot in the book. It was just…hard to keep up with all the random statements and non-sequiturs she spouted at any given moment of any given day. Her thought process was dizzying for a normal human brain to follow and sometimes his poor sequential brain got lost.

He noticed she'd almost disappeared into the crowd when his brain finally caught up and he darted after her. It was the harvest festival and the streets were packed. His fiancé had almost vanished before he'd finally reached her and grabbed her hand to halt her. She tried to tug her hand away.

"Let me go, Kristoff!"

He responded by pulling her closer, wrapping his strong right arm around her tiny waist, picking her up, and relocating them both to a nearby alleyway. She pushed at the steel band of his forearm and huffed in frustration when it didn't budge. He placed her on her feet, grasped her shoulders, and bent down enough to meet her eyes.

"Whoa there. feisty pants. What did we talk about last week? How about you give me a minute to actually respond to your questions instead of assuming things."

She flushed and looked away.

"You did respond. You found the whole idea so ridiculous that you spit ale all over Sven."

He ran a frustrated hand through his shaggy hair. Gods above it was a good thing he loved this girl. She could try the patience of a saint sometimes. He forced himself to calm down. He knew that getting into a fight with her would be stupid, and he could tell by the hesitant and vulnerable look in her eyes that there was more going on here than he realized. As gently as possible, he placed two fingers under her chin, and raised her head so he could meet her eyes. He brushed a soft kiss over her perfect lips and she sighed.

"Anna, I don't think it is ridiculous. I think you would make a great queen. You're smart, you're compassionate…and you're feisty. You wouldn't take anybody's nonsense. The question I have is why are you even worrying about this?"

She shrugged and frowned.

He rested his forehead against hers and rubbed his large hands up and down her arms soothingly. "Anna, talk to me."

She huffed, her eyes far away. "I heard Kia and Gerda talking about how great of a queen Elsa was and how they didn't know how the kingdom could go on without her." She paused. "They didn't say anything cruel about me, or anything about me at all really, but it made me start wondering about what would happen if something happened to Elsa and I was all Arendelle had left?"

He encouraged her to continue.

"I just…I'm not Elsa!"

Kristoff looked confused again. "Of course you're not Elsa, why would you want to be? Don't get me wrong, your sister is great, but you…you're amazing."

She huffed, pulled her head out of his grasp, and crossed her arms protectively over her chest.

"You don't understand…Elsa is the amazing one…I'm just…just Anna. I'd like to think I would be a good queen, and I know that if something were to happen to Elsa she would want me to be the best I could for Arendelle. She loves Arendelle…I love Arendelle too, but I just…I'll never be the kind of queen she is…the kind of queen my mother was…" She stopped and then continued. "I'm not graceful. I'm not elegant and I get nervous and I babble and fidget and I-I'm not like them!"

Kristoff smiled softly down at her.

"Anna, listen to me. You don't have to be like them. You're you and being you is a very good thing. Elsa is not perfect either. I know she is your big sister and I know how much you look up to her, but did you ever stop and think for a moment that it was you that saved Arendelle? It was you Anna, not her. She would be the first one to admit it."

She shook her head in the negative. "I was the reason she froze Arendelle in the first place because of my stupid infatuation with Hans and getting married and not being alone anymore. I was so tired of being shut out and being alone that I would have done anything to change it."

He forced her arms gently apart and pulled her into a tight hug. She sighed and relaxed against his broad chest and he rested his chin on top of her fiery reddish gold hair. He then pulled back a little to look down at her.

"That was the best thing that could have happened to you and Elsa though. You both had spent so long living apart that you needed something drastic to bring you back together. Besides, the moment your sister ran you went after her without a moment's hesitation. You never gave up on her and you never gave up on Arendelle. You never stopped loving her. That is what makes you amazing. You don't have to be Elsa. We have an Elsa, and Elsa needs Anna. I need Anna. Arendelle…needs Anna. And if the worst were to happen and we no longer had Elsa…you would grieve and then you would be strong. Don't you know? You're the strongest person I know."

Tears pricked her eyes and she pulled him into a hard embrace. Kristoff wrapped his big body around her petite form and felt the tension leave the air.

"So no matter what happens feisty pants; I know, and your sister knows too, that you would be a great queen. I just hope it never comes to that. You and your sister deserve as much time together as fate allows."

He didn't add that he wanted the time too; he wanted a lifetime with her. He simply held her tight and enjoyed the fact that she wanted to share that lifetime with him. It was humbling. She pulled back slightly and kissed the edge of his jaw.

"Thank you Kristoff. You're…pretty amazing too."

The goofy smile that split his face made Anna giggle and she whacked him teasingly on the arm. She pulled away her energy and good humor returned.

"I've starving," she moaned dramatically. "Let's get something chocolate!" She bounced away; he shook his head ruefully and followed at a more sedate pace. His life with Anna would never, ever be boring.

He couldn't wait.