The warmth of Anna's skin against his was all he wanted to think about. She was warm and soft, and that was all that mattered. When he thought about nearly losing her when the dam broke yesterday, he held her tighter.
He didn't want to think about tomorrow, when they would return to Arendelle.
Tomorrow, he would return her to her husband. She wasn't his, and never would be. This was borrowed time. Years of secret longing had won out over his best judgement.
"I love you, Kristoff," Anna murmured into his shoulder.
She wasn't his, but he was hers.