Anna simply could not sleep. There was nothing she hadn't tried, counting sheep, reading, warm milk, anything and everything one could imagine, she had tried. And this of course led her, wrapped in a fluffy blanket, to walk across the hall to the room of the only person who could help.

She knocked twice on the door, knuckles making a solid rapping noise on the compacted oaken door. "Kristoff?" She called into the darkness. She wasn't sure whether or not he could even hear her and she felt guilty for waking him if he were asleep, but truth be told she needed him, and she needed him badly. The light was dim in the hall, the only source of light at all was from a nearby window's glowing with starlight. There was something about the light that made everything special, everything phantasmal. The sky's awake, so I'm awake. She mused on the thought for a moment before the sound of padding bare feet caught her attention and made her heart flutter with relief.

Kristoff, who had been sleeping, awoke with the first sound of Anna's knocking. He was sleeping soundly until he had heard her knock, but as soon as his keen ears heard her fist meet the door the first time he was awake and out of bed. He had been enjoying his rest, but that was no matter if Anna needed him. He knew that if she was coming to wake him up in the middle of the night, she really and honestly needed him. Regardless of what he was doing or what time it was he would always do what she needed, he would always be there for her no matter what.

He shuffled across the floor sleepily, on a mission to see what she needed, but not yet fully awake. His eyes were half shut with sleep and his hair was cow licked and mussed from the pillow and rolling he had done. His thought process wasn't fully developed at that moment but he could think ahead far enough to open the door.

Anna watched as the door swung away to reveal a very sleepy looking Kristoff. She would have laughed if it weren't for the fact that she was just happy to see him. He only had one eye open and his face was still striped with pillow marks, but somehow he still managed to look good, a bit foolish, but handsome. She supposed the fact that he was shirtless helped.

"Wuh?" He asked, trying to say something that was in some semblance like English. The gears were starting to spin in his head, but it was a slow going process and frankly she was just happy to see him up.

"Hey." She said quietly, still wrapped in her blanket, part of it covering her head like a hood. She couldn't comment on his state because she was sure that she was quite a mess as well.

"Hey." He responded, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, finally seeming to wake up and quite rapidly now that he had seen her face. "Can't sleep?" He asked with a yawn. This was not the first time she had come to him for that reason, and he was sure that it would not be the last.

Anna didn't have to speak, she needed only nod before a yawning Kristoff led her in, closing the door behind him. Without any further comment Kristoff hooked his arm around her waist and led her to his bed. He knew what she needed and even though he was hardly awake enough to form a complete thought or sentence, he knew he would have to try for her.

Once they had both ambled into his bed, Anna leaving her blanket on the wood floor behind her, Kristoff pulled the blankets up and rested his arms around Anna, who had already taken her place lying on his chest. "Song or story?"

It had been a rather fortunate and unfortunate day when Anna had first heard him sing. It was fortunate in that she loved his voice and since that day had always pleaded to hear it, and it was equally as unfortunate for the same reasons. Kristoff liked to sing, as he liked to tell stories, but usually it was with Sven. Although he knew that Anna would never judge him, he much preferred to sing to reindeers over people.

"Story." She replied simply as she nuzzled into his chest further. It was hard and strong with taunt muscles, yet for some reason it made an excellent pillow. He was warm and smelled of licorice, she supposed that he had dipped into the kitchen's candy stash, just as she often did. In the pursuit of sweets he, she and Elsa were the same, and as such candies and pastries were made and purchased in excess by the palace. Anna, in jest, had suggested once to her sister that they make a separate account in the palace coffers just for the sugary treats.

He was somewhat relieved by this, as he was sure his voice could not take singing at the moment, rough and deep with sleep, he wasn't even sure that he could sing even if his life depended on it. For a moment or two he thought of a story, but one came to him rather quickly.

"Once upon a time in a not so faraway kingdom there was a Princess who could not sleep."

Anna giggled and kissed the space on Kristoff's chest where her lips had been closest to. She knew that he was going to tell her a silly story, as he always did. In truth however the story's content never mattered, she just wanted to be lulled to sleep by his deep voice and rhythmic breathing.

"All of the palace staff did all they could, but there was nothing that would put her to sleep. Not singing, not warm milk, not counting sheep, nor did changing her mattress or anything they could do." His thumb drew small circles on her arms as he spoke, knowing that he just needed comfort and something to focus on to fall asleep. If they were oriented differently he would have stroked her hair as it was always the simplest way to make her fall under the spell of sleep.

"But they knew that there was one, an expert story teller who could calm her and put her to sleep."

Anna stuck her tongue out in a lackluster attempt to disagree with his "master story telling". However she noted that she had too little energy to do so convincingly. He was already affecting her in ways beyond her control.

"So they dragged him down from his mountain home, to tell her stories every night for the rest of eternity, stealing away his free will and ruining his sleep schedule for all time." He kissed her forehead. "The end."

Anna rolled her eyes. "That's not how it really ends, that's a silly ending."

"Doesn't matter." Kristoff replied as her eyelids flickered, she was getting tired and if he knew her at all, she was about to crash. "If the master story teller tells it, true or not, silly or not, it is what it is."

Anna protested a bit more before Kristoff began to hum lightly, which as it usually did, put her to sleep instantly. She tried to fight it only to fight him, but she could not. He was her ultimate downfall when it came to staying awake, and he loved to watch her drift off.

Shifting a bit until he was comfortable, the master story teller dozed off as well with the Princess of Arendelle in his arms. He would tell her the true ending some other day, the ending where the storyteller meets the princess and falls in love with her, the ending that closes with the engagement ring that was currently in his desk drawer.