Note: Just a little warning, this one includes chubby!Kristanna. I've seen stories with chubby!Anna, but not both. I thought it'd be cute, but if you don't like that, this is your chance to skip over this installment. Also, the movie titles mentioned are real movies. Look them up, they're hilarious.
Even if Kristoff thought he was way too old for Halloween - twenty-one was usually the final drop-off age for completely growing out of childish holidays - and he rarely dressed up for the night anymore, there were two big reasons why he still loved it.
Scary movies every night for a whole month, and copious amounts of low priced candy.
Anna liked picking out a costume, and decorating their apartment into a ridiculous faux haunted house. And while she never really got scared because of horror flicks, she still liked to jump into Kristoff's lap and squeal into his shoulder at specific "scary" parts. Anna was also not one to turn down the opportunity of chocolate - which was, essentially, the whole point of modern day Halloween.
"Kris~" Anna whined in a sing-song tone, skipping out of the bathroom in her costume. This year, she'd gotten her sister to make her a viking costume - Elsa had always had a designer's mind, and she was incredibly talented with sewing and the like. Elsa had even made Kristoff a simple costume - since she was aware he wasn't as keen on dressing up, like her younger sister was, for the holiday.
"Mhm?" came Kristoff's muffled response from the couch, the blond's mouth occupied by a Butterfinger candy bar.
"Kristoffer Bjorgman, why aren't you in your costume yet?" Anna huffed, hands firmly planted on her curvy hips. "It's nearly dark out, and I'm not leaving here without my Night Fury!"
Anna loved How To Train Your Dragon - I mean, come on, who wouldn't love dorky vikings and cute dragons? - and had requested Elsa make Kristoff's costume resemble Toothless. One, because she just liked the movies and it was fun to do couple-y costumes. And two, because it looked really cute on him.
"But, Anna, Don't Look In the Basement is almost over, and I Eat Your Skin is coming on right after!" Kristoff countered, swallowing the mouthful of candy bar he'd had. "Those are classics!"
"That you've seen every Halloween since you were eight, Kris. Come on, you promised that you'd wear the costume Elsa made - which is pretty much just a hoodie, she made it real simple and easy - and walk around with me to look at other people's Halloween decorations!" Anna pouted, making her way over to where her boyfriend had sprawled out on the couch. "And you weren't supposed to get into that bag, that bag was for trick-or-treaters, you big, lazy jerk."
"Was," Kristoff repeated smugly, digging into the plastic bag for another Butterfinger, tossing one of the wrapped candy bars to Anna. "Can we just wait 'til the end of this movie? We can leave right after that, I promise," he pleaded, pulling out the puppy dog eyes he very rarely used.
Which is exactly why they were so effective on Anna.
"Oh, alright, fine," Anna gave in, tearing open the wrapper of her candy bar and plopping down on the couch - or, rather, Kristoff, since he took up a lot of room when he was lying down. Snuggling up to her boyfriend, her head resting on his stomach as she twisted her legs comfortably around his own. "But you're sharing the candy with me, got that? Can't have you getting all fat and happy without me," she mumbled in a teasing tone, nibbling on her Butterfinger.
"Wouldn't dream of it, Freckles."