"You lived here your entire life?" Anna asked in awe as she walked through the front doors or the tiny woodland cabin which Kristoff had called home before moving in with her at the palace. "It's so…"

"Small? Bare bones? Lacking?" Kristoff had been afraid to bring her to the home he built himself with the help of Sven and the trolls; however he couldn't help but be its biggest critic. He was sure that Anna was seeing its every flaw, but he was the one that was pointing them all out.

"I was trying to find another word for inviting." She said looking at him. Her face was flushed and she was smiling with excitement. It was springtime in Arendelle, all the lilies were in bloom, the sky was blue and everything was fresh and new and being born. Anna had begged Kristoff for months to let her visit his cabin, but now with the threats of winter behind them, he was forced to give in.

Kristoff smiled at her words, Anna couldn't lie to him without making it obvious that she was not telling the truth. She was the sort of person who laughed and acted nervous when she was dishonest. Truthfully Kristoff appreciated the fact that she even cared about his little shack. It wasn't much, but it was his and her interest in it after living her entire life in a castle made him feel as though she truly and honestly did care.

"It's just really welcoming." She said with a smile as she tugged at his hand. "Come on, give me the tour."

Kristoff laughed a bit at her excitement. If there was one thing he could always count on Anna for it was her boundless excitement about everything and anything. "It's not much of a tour." He said as he gestured around the room. "We're in the kitchen, dining room, living room right now." The room was large enough to accommodate all it had to do and yet was small enough to feel cozy. There was a woodstove in the corner of the room on which Kristoff did his cooking, a small table with two chairs towards the center of the room, shelves and cabinets lining the walls, and a small cot like couch facing the room's one and only window. Around the room lanterns were hung and there were two doors, one leading to the outside and the other leading to the stable which was attached to his home. Other than this there were a few chests with personal effects within them.

Kristoff crossed the room to a place where an archway was hung with curtains. This was the passageway into his bedroom. The curtains were dark forest green, his favorite color. Of course before meeting Anna he had never given thought to the concept of a favorite color, but when she first asked he had answered black and grey, however Anna insisted that they weren't colors at all. So since the day she first asked him he maintained green was his favorite.

Leading Anna through the curtain he added, "This is where I sleep, and I guess that's it." It wasn't much of anything at all, but he liked it well enough. It wasn't as if Anna was expecting any different. After all she knew better than most how simple he liked his living space. He had begged her within days of moving into the castle for a smaller room with less furniture, he just wasn't one for unnecessary things.

Anna surveyed his bedroom for a moment noticing that there was truly only a bed there. There was only a single small window in the small room, and beside his bed there was a small bedside table, on top of which there was little but a wooden box and a few odds and ends including a drinking glass, a few scraps of twine and a folded pocket knife. The bed was made nicely but simply with a quilt and a single pillow. In the corner of the room there was a chest, likely full of clothes as she noticed a pair of woolen socks on top of it.

Anna said nothing, rather she flopped down onto his bed, which she found more comfortable than she would have imagined. Despite having the princess treatment her whole life with fluffy pillows, fluffy down comforters, and fluffy mattresses, she much preferred the firmness of Kristoff's bed. As she fell into it she sighed, though the travel hadn't been long, he riding on Sven and she on one of the palace horses, she was tired. "Mmmm." She was comfortable for the first time in an hour.

Kristoff didn't say a word, he asked no questions but rather fell onto the bed beside her. It was just large enough for the both of them, nothing like the King sized bed in the palace, but yet still large enough for the two of them.

"Are you sure you want to stay here tonight?" He asked, not really understanding the mindset that brought her to the conclusion that staying in his cabin was anything of import or interest. Sometimes Anna was just Anna and not even he could understand it. It was the wonder of her spontaneity that always awed him and reminded him that Anna was truly one of a kind.

"Of course I'm sure." She said, turning onto her stomach so that she could look at him and still keep herself comfortable. "I wouldn't have begged you for a whole winter if I wasn't sure."

Kristoff laughed, "I'm pretty sure you still would. You seemed to be having fun with it as time went on."

Anna smiled coyly in return as if she had no idea what he was talking about. She had rather enjoyed bugging him to bring her, popping up at the most inopportune moments to ask, or catching him when he was especially vulnerable. Of course she had no malicious intent in doing so, she was simply being Anna. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Really?" Kristoff asked, rolling his eyes for effect. She had a way of bringing such silliness out in him. "You don't remember walking into my room while I was only wearing a towel and saying that you wouldn't leave until I agreed or took off the towel?" His eyebrow was quirked and his face was red. It was a particularly embarrassing memory given the fact that she had caught him completely by surprise and that if she had entered only a moment or two later he wouldn't have been wearing the towel at all.

Anna blushed and giggled a bit before regaining control of herself. It had been quite the sight to see, especially because they hadn't even been engaged at that point, and she was certain she had been breaking plenty of proprietary rules by seeing him with only a cloth covering his nakedness. Twisting the ring on her finger that reminded her that she could soon see everything, she decided to continue her coyness. "Really Kristoff your mind must be playing tricks on you. I think you're losing it."

At that point Kristoff had had quite enough of her preposterousness and knew that it was high time for a bit of retaliation. "You're right, I have gone crazy." Making sure that she was looking at him he made a crazy looking face, crossing his eyes and sticking out his tongue. It wasn't a lie necessarily as she did drive him insane. However he couldn't help but laugh before going in for the kill.

Anna shrieked as Kristoff went straight for her sides, tickling her until she begged for mercy. "Kristoff!" She shouted. "No fair! I can't… stop!" Erupting into a mess of giggles and snorts she could no longer speak but rather all she could do was try to retaliate and push him off, unsuccessfully, until finally her voice returned. "I give! I give! Uncle, uncle!"

Kristoff, not letting her off so easily, continued, "Why? What's wrong Anna?" He was grinning mischievously, he knew all the places that tickled her most, and he would not relent until he got what he wanted.

She continued to roll and snort with laughter. "I'm sorry!" She shouted, repeating it again in a higher pitched shout, "I'm sorry I walked in on you in your towel!" He lightened up then, but she continued, "I'm sorry I didn't leave until you agreed, and I'm sorry that I looked at your butt when your towel sagged! I'm sorry!"

Kristoff, laughing finally relented. "Okay, okay." He said barely able to breathe after laughing so hard. However once his mind completely processed what she said, his laughter cut off. "Wait, you saw what?"

Anna, blushing crimson, and not just from the tickling she just got, clammed up. "Nothing."