Just wrote a short drabble for @ahtohallan-calling! She requested Modern AU Anna and Kristoff playing with a baby, so here’s a lil something I did instead of studying for finals 😗✌️
“I’m just nervous, that’s all.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Kristoff kisses her on top of her head. “She’ll love you. They’ll love you.”
Anna closes her eyes as he wraps a safe arm around her. She takes a deep breath, and the door opens. The next thing she sees is a blur of a woman crashing into Kristoff. “Baby!”
Luckily, Kristoff is solid enough to keep steady, but in any other situation her tackle might have been fatal. She packs a punch despite her height — she’s around Anna’s height — and radiates warmth when she squeezes Kristoff’s torso. “Ohh! I’ve missed you so much!” she emphasizes a mwah sound as she holds and kisses his cheeks.
She turns to Anna then, her warm eyes practically sparkling. If she didn’t know Kristoff was adopted, she would swear he gets his eyes from her. “And look at you!” she exclaims, showing some mercy as she hugs Anna with slightly less force.
“Hi!” Anna giggles in glee. “I’m-“
“Anna, yes! I’ve heard so much about you!” she turns to Kristoff, “Oh, Kristoff, she’s so beautiful!”
“Ma!” he smiles, his face reddening.
“Thank you, Mrs. Bjorgman. I’m so excited to meet your family!”
“Oh, dear, you can just call me Bulda. Well, get on in here!”
Later that evening, Anna finishes up bonding with some of Kristoff’s older siblings and heads downstairs to find Kristoff, and check if Bulda needs any help with the dinner. When she finds them in the kitchen, she swears she can feel her heart clench at the sight before her.
Kristoff is standing over the stove, probably stirring his mother’s stew that he always raves about, while balancing his baby cousin — Alana, she remembers — on his hip. She looks so peaceful with her blankie in her little fist, and her thumb in her mouth. Alana watches Anna with wide eyes and coos, alerting them of her presence.
“Hello sweetie!” Bulda says, turning to greet her. “What’cha doing here?”
Anna walks up to Kristoff and places a finger on his bicep, feeling the soft material of his sweater there. She watches in wonderment as Alana reaches her tiny hand up to wrap around Anna’s finger. “Oh my goodness!” she squeals. “Um, yes, Bulda, I was just wondering if there was any way I could help? With dinner?”
Bulda glances over and sees Kristoff’s wide grin as he looks down at Anna and his cousin. “Why don’t you two just go play with Alana in the living room?”
Anna begins to protest, saying she really wants to help her, but Bulda interjects. “Believe me, you’ll be helping. Someone’s gotta tire her out now, otherwise the little monster will be up all night.” She smirks when they leave the room.
They both sit cross-legged on the carpet, and Kristoff places Alana in his lap. She hasn’t quite gotten the hang of sitting up on her own yet. She’s so small behind Kristoffs legs that she has to grip her little hands around Kristoff’s ankles to peek up over them.
Kristoff bounces her a few times while they both coo at Alana, but it isn’t long before she makes grabby hands at Anna. Kristoff gently gets a hold of her chubby little arms and asks her, in a soft voice, “You wanna go see Anna?” to which Alana babbles something nonsensical in response.
He passes her off to Anna. She always gets a little cautious around children this young — being the youngest in her family, she never had the opportunity to become comfortable with babies. She loves them, but she’s always worried they won’t love her too. Kristoff has told her before how she’s such a nurturing, caring person that it doesn’t matter, but she has yet to be convinced. That’s why her face lights up at Alana’s joy.
“She’s a heavy little one, huh?” Anna laughs, and Kristoff snorts.
“Now you just cradle her head there, and give her some support- yeah, yeah, that’s it. You’ve got it.”
Alana wraps her fingers around one of Anna’s again, and she just about melts. “Kristoff! She is going to kill me with this cuteness.”
“She likes you,” he smiles. Anna returns the expression.
“So, how exactly do you recommend we tire her out?”
“Ma told me she has these little puppet toys we can use to tell stories- over there!”
Kristoff jumps up and runs over to get them. When he returns, he waves the fabric toys in front of Alana, asking in a sing-song voice which one she wants. He’s so chirpy, and Anna can’t remember another time she’s seen him like this (except for that one time she caught him baby-talking with his dog, Sven). She’s not too surprised though — she know’s he’s a softie at heart.
She’s so mesmerized by his expressions that she doesn’t even realize Alana has selected a reindeer puppet until Kristoff is already putting it on his hand. She props Alana up to watch the little show Kristoff is about to put on, and she tunes out again as he starts. He talks for the reindeer in a goofy voice and tells some story about a snowman that she doesn’t even try to keep up with. All Anna can think about is how sweet he is with her, and she can’t help but imagine their future together.