"Anna, are you drunk?" Kristoff asked as she stumbled into his room looking confused. Normally her stumbling would just be a case of her usual clumsiness, but today it was something more, something much more that lit up her cheeks with a bright red flush and had her giggling like a school girl.

"Nope." She said, laughing at seemingly nothing as she flopped onto his bed. "Didn't drink a drop. Just went to the kitchens for some chocolate and ate some yummy fruit." She smiled broadly, "There were berries and things in a pot and it smelled good so I had one… or two… or twelve." She looked proud of herself, "Wayyyyyyy healthier than chocolate. I did good right?"

Kristoff walked from the desk at which he had been sitting, planning out his ice delivery routes, to the bed where his girlfriend had fallen. "Anna was the fruit in a liquid?" He was beginning to get an idea of what was going on, but he had frankly never seen Anna intoxicated before. He had seen plenty of other men and women a little bit tipsy from a night in the sauce, and many of the harvesters he had met had been quite the drinkers though he never partook in more than a couple alcoholic beverages in a night if he could help it.

Anna flipped over onto her back and kicked her boots off onto the floor haphazardly. Her eyebrows went together, obviously his question was requiring a lot of thought. "Ummmmm yeah, I drank a little bit, but I didn't like it as much. It was really uh well weird I guess. I've never had anything like it before. It was strong and kind of gross."

Kristoff shook his head looking down at his love before sitting at her side. He was concerned, extremely concerned, "Anna, that fruit, did it smell strong too?"

She looked up at him, then frowned, "Yeah it kind of smelled like this stuff my Dad used to drink at the Christmas party. It was something I couldn't have… started with an R I think. Mom didn't like it. She said it hurt her stomach."

"Rum?" Kristoff asked, feeling a bit exasperated as the truth came to light.

"Uh huh." Anna said, smiling broadly, until the gears began to turn in her brain. "Oh no!" She said, her smile dissolving into a frown. "That's alcohol isn't it?"

Kristoff tried to calm her, giving her the most loving look he could as he lifted her up slightly and kissed her cheek. "Yeah." He responded, trying to be gentle about it with her. "But it'll be okay. I'm here."

Her face contorted further into a frown and tear began to stream down her face. "I did a bad thing." She said, through her tears, "I don't even like it. I was bad."

Kristoff's brows rose in concern, eyes on her and only her as he pulled her closer. "No Anna, you didn't do anything bad, it's okay." He pulled her up into his lap, "It's alright. The fruit you ate was soaked in rum, they're probably going to use it in the cocktails at this year's Christmas ball." He tried to calm her, "You're just a little tipsy, and it'll be okay. I promise."

"Really?" She sniffled, looking at him with such innocence, eyes welled up with tears and red from crying.

"Of course." He responded, remembering the first time he had really done himself in. Luckily enough he had done it to himself knowingly and with beer. She was going to have a much rougher ride, but he did suppose it was a good thing that it had gone down with some semblance of food. They had eaten dinner just a few hours before, and he assumed that it would help her when she got ill, something he was fairly certain would occur eventually. "You just need some sleep."

"Can I stay in here?"

He sighed, as much as he wanted her to stay he didn't want assumptions to be made throughout the castle and beyond as far as what the crown princess was doing, thoroughly intoxicated, in the bedroom of the chief ice master and deliverer of Arendelle. He kissed her forehead and gave it a moment's thought. "Yes."

In reality her safety was more important to him than his reputation, and he knew that no one would outright attempt to publically besmirch Anna's honor given the royal and quite powerful sister protecting her. So to keep her safe in this time of vulnerability he allowed her to stay under his watchful eye.

He set her back down on the bed and walked across the room back to his desk where he refilled the water glass he had been drinking from with the pitcher of water waiting there. It would be best that she was hydrated throughout this ordeal.

Returning he saw her stripping off her clothing, layer by layer in a tired attempt at preparing herself for sleep. Luckily enough she had only half of her gown unlaced by the time he noticed. This resulted in his taking a trip across the hallway to her bedroom in order to retrieve one of her nightgowns, returning with it, and exiting again so she could change.

It took of course longer than usual due to her state and Kristoff considered calling Gerda to help Anna out. She was by far the kindest and most trustworthy of all of the palace staff and he knew that she would personally ensure that Anna was clothed, hydrated, and into his bed. But before he could do so Anna was pulling the door open again for him. She stood in the doorway surprisingly well clad despite her alcohol induced clumsiness.

"Could you tie my bow?" She asked as Kristoff reentered and closed the door behind him.

She had turned around and was pointing to her back at a thin setoff ribbons that were there to secure the dress at the top. The rest had been done by buttons, and of course he quickly tied it and sent her off to bed, blowing out candles and leaving only the one at his desk lit, deciding it would be the best place to spend the night.

"Am I going to be sick in the morning?" She called over to him as he sat in his desk chair, she thoroughly tucked into his bed.

"Yeah, probably." He said with a tired sigh, if there were another possible way to help her he would jump straight on it. "But you'll feel better around breakfast I think."

She was quiet for a moment, processing information. "Okay. Will you come here? It's lonely without you."

Kristoff sighed, but did as he was asked. He didn't want to seem like he was taking advantage of her.

Kicking off his boots he crawled into the bed beside her. He above the sheets, she below, and began to play with her hair.

"Stay with me until morning?" She pleaded, obviously needing to feel secure.

"Yeah." Was his only response, kissing her forehead lightly before standing, only to cross the room, blow out the candle and return. He would care for her through the night and into the morning. He truly loved her with all he had, and if that meant watching her through the night and holding her hair back when she was ill in the morning, he was more than happy to do so.

When she drifted off he relaxed beside her, smoothing back her hair. "Night Anna." He murmured before resting his head onto the pillow. "We'll tackle the next battle in the morning."