Kristoff followed the melody down the hall, listen to its sweetness. It was a folk song, he knew that much at least, but it was familiar and unfamiliar at the same time to him. It were as if someone was toying with the rhythm of something that he knew, twisting it and contorting it into their own sound. Lute in hand he had left his room in search for the mysterious noise.

He had been playing in his room from the beginning, he always played around noon when he had nothing better to do. Lunch was served in the palace at one, and he usually finished any official ice master business early in the morning, a force of habit he had yet to break living in Arendelle's very center of commerce.

The way his schedule fell, every single day he awoke around seven, began working at eight, finished at ten, spent a couple hours with Sven until twelve, then retired to his room to do as he pleased, usually playing his lute. Today had been like any other for the most part, except for the fact that he had finished his work a little Early and had as such returned to his room an hour early. At eleven thirty, or rather a few moments before, the mysterious playing from down the hall had begun.

At first it had been slow and mournful to his ear, but within a minute it had rapidly changed to the rhythm he hard now. It was a warm melodious sound, spritely, and genuinely unique. Never before had he ever heard such a lovely sound, and he was dead set on finding it.

Within a minute of walking Kristoff could tell it was coming from the floor below his own and as such he headed for the elegant wooden staircase at the end of the hall. It was mahogany and its design reminded him fondly of Elsa's ice steps. She had really had an eye for ice, just as the original creator of the steps had an eye for architecture, and just as whoever was playing had an ear for music.

Dead set on his quest Kristoff practically jumped down the stairs and ran around the corner, his square shaped boots leaving scuffs on the floor from the force of his sudden stop outside a familiar door. He knew that room, he knew it well. It was Elsa's office.

This of course made him stop dead in his tracks. Elsa did not like visitors in her office, much less unannounced, and furthermore Kristoff had a hard time believing that it was Elsa within. Elsa had always enjoyed music, very much so, but she was more of a singer than an instrumentalist, and everyone knew that, Kristoff included.

To him the melody sounded like a piano, and while he knew that there was indeed a piano within Elsa's office he imagined that it was there more for décor than something of use, at least for Elsa. He wondered if perhaps she had someone in there playing for her, maybe she was relaxing within to the sounds of a servant or a local musician's playing. Regardless Kristoff could not get by not knowing. Ice was his life, but music, well music was happiness no matter who you were.

His knuckles rapped on the door decisively before he had even decided himself whether or not he wanted to knock. Sometimes things were odd like that, the fact that he could see his own hand strike the darkly stained wooden door before he himself had even consciously decided to do so. He supposed that he had already made up his own mind before allowing himself to realize that he had indeed done so.

He moved his hand back and took a deep breath, hoping a praying that as the piano stopped playing he had chosen to do the right thing. The last thing he wanted to do was bother anyone, it was just exciting to him to hear such lovely music and he really wanted to know the source more than anything.

As the door swung open Anna was surprised to see Kristoff. "Hey." She said, shocked face quickly changing into a smile. "You're usually with Sven now. What's up?"

Kristoff was confused to see Anna standing before him rather than her sister. What had she been doing in Elsa's office? "Uh, hey." He said, unsure of how to answer, "well uh I finished up early and I was playing my lute" He raised the instrument in his hands in order to gesture towards its presence before continuing, "and I heard music so I came down and… well here I am."

Anna blushed crimson, "Oh, well come in then." They hadn't been together for more than a couple of months, and she was still learning things about him, and him about her. She had been comfortable so far with their progress, and Kristoff's falling into a daily routine schedule was one of the many things that brought her comfort, seeing him change up that schedule threw her off a bit.

Kristoff entered the room only to find it empty, save for Anna and himself. He looked around the room, seeing the piano bench pulled back but unoccupied, the curtains thrown open, and the desk neat and clean. Frankly there was not a trace that anyone else had been there in hours, only Anna and himself. He was about to ask questions when Anna herself walked over to the piano bench and began to speak.

"Elsa was out for the day so I decided to use her office for my practice. I know it's silly but when the ones I love are gone I like to be in their space. I usually use the piano in the old drawing room, the one my mother used to play because it makes me feel more connected to her, but being in Elsa's office while she's gone reminds me that she's coming back soon."

Kristoff was baffled, "You mean that was you playing the piano?" He asked, curiously and a bit shocked. He had no idea that she played.

Anna blushed again, "Yeah…" She said nervously, "My mother insisted that Elsa and I learn how to play as kids. Elsa's really out of practice, she hasn't played in years, but I always just sort of ran with it and I still play sometimes." She looked down at the keys, trying not to make eye contact with Kristoff, God forbid he see her red face. "I'm not very good though."

Kristoff was positively in shock, but it was certainly a good kind of shock. He could not ever imagine a lovelier surprise than learning that the woman he had fallen in love with played an instrument as well. "You're better than good." Kristoff said, his grin was warmer and brighter than even Anna's blush. "You're fantastic."

Anna smiled, fairly certain that he was just saying that, after all she hadn't been playing anything too complicated, only a festival song from her childhood that she had been toying with. She often played around with songs she already knew just for the enjoyment of it and the practice it gave her, but at the moment she wasn't even done with what she had been working on. "Thank you." She said, being coy, something that usually did not suit her loud and proud personality, but certainly something she felt every time someone mentioned her playing. In truth she did have a touch or more of performance anxiety.

Kristoff smiled, "Could I… well I mean may we play together?" He held out the lute yet again, closing the door behind him and sitting himself in a chair a few feet away from where her piano bench rested. He would have sat beside her, but he didn't want to put himself too far into her space, he didn't want her to feel pressure.

Anna wasn't sure at first whether or not she would say yes or no, but a look in his eyes made the decision for her. He wasn't malicious, he wasn't about to pick on her, and she knew that playing with him would only better their already blossoming relationship. Taking a deep breath she began to play a few cords. "We may."