#oh and sven and mattias helped of course

[blueokapi]

Kristoff and Anna + Close Calls

#kristanna #gifset #disney #frozen #frozen 2 #mine #oh and sven and mattias helped of course #but ya know my blog is kristanna central right now so #sorry

[anywhozits]

A Christmas Announcement

Rating: T Words: 5172

Verse: Canonverse Pairing: Kristanna

Summary: Kristoff and Anna are excited to finally share the news of their heir-on-the-way with the Kingdom of Arendelle.

Notes: I wrote this last year and forgot to post it, but this is somewhat related to the Christmas fic I’m writing for this year so wanted to get this out before that one! (at least it’s in the same verse and has similar themes, hah) Anyway hope you enjoy and happy holidays!! Thanks for reading :)

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The day was Christmas Eve, 1843. A couple years ago, the whole kingdom of Arendelle began celebrating together at the castle’s now officially annual Christmas ball. Something that Anna had begged Elsa to start since the great freeze ended and the doors to the castle became permanently open. It had taken awhile, but finally Elsa caved to her sister’s wishes, likely only partially due to years of internalized guilt for pushing her away, and the ball quickly became one of Anna’s most anticipated nights of the year. Now with Anna as Queen, the tradition continued.

The entire ballroom was filled with glittering decorations, tinsel adorning the sturdy wood beams. Buffet tables sat lining almost the entire left side of the room, filled bountifully with food to feed the whole town and then some. Lefse, lutefisk (the bane of child and teen Anna’s existence), farikal, pickled herring, kjottkaker, salmon, whale steak, sheep, all the traditional favorites. And that, of course, didn’t even including the two tables of desserts and pastries or the sprawling drink selection. A massive 12-foot Christmas tree stood proudly in the right corner of the space, decorated with great care by Anna and Kristoff themselves. Year after year, Anna always insisted she didn’t need any help from the castle attendants, only a few ladders and a few hours of time alone. She always pulled through. The tree—her pride and joy. This Christmas, Anna had also taken the time to pick out hundreds of presents for the Arendellian children and children-at-heart. Kristoff even did some woodworking for the occasion. Highlights included hand carved rocking horses, rolling reindeer on a string, and building blocks. They couldn’t wait for those presents to be torn open by frantic hands, truly cherishing the visual of children playing for hours on the sweeping ballroom floor, both King and Queen watching misty eyed as they imagined their own child playing along next year. A new tradition.

They had hired both a 5-piece band and a choir to make sure that the ball was not lacking in festive music and thus not lacking in dancing. The choir had kicked off the party singing Christmas songs in perfect harmony, the music floating through the castle, making the previously cold stone walls feel more comforting and protective. Guests had started arriving, smiles plastered on each of their faces as they ran through the open castle gates, eyes wide in childlike awe when they entered the ballroom to see the most elaborate Christmas ball yet.

But two people were thus far missing from the party.

Kristoff knocked softly on his and Anna’s chamber door before letting himself in. He saw Anna, dressed to the nines in a green velvet gown topped with white ruffles that hugged her shoulders. Her upper chest was left bare save for a three-layered pearl necklace, an early Christmas gift from Mattias. The sleeves gaped open, lined by white fur that Kristoff knew felt as soft as it looked. Her hair laid atop her head in an intricately braided bun, her gold and emerald crown placed perfectly in the middle, always bringing out the brilliant green that usually hid within her typically cerulean eyes. Kristoff could only think one word. Radiant. Anna was radiant. Sincerely, Anna sparkled. She always sparkled. But something about walking in on her like this, dressed for the ball, so majestic in every single way… made Kristoff feel as if he might cry for the love that grew and blossomed within his heart. A love so permanent… a love so unyielding that he felt it with both a fiery passion and a patient comfort. He took in a breath. Regarding her magnificence for a second time. Her gold shoes sparkled in the candlelight, heels subtle enough to allow her to dance for hours but tall enough to allow her to kiss him without getting on her tip toes. His eyes floated up to her dress yet again. Even though the gown cinched at her waist, Kristoff swore he could make out a little bit of the swell that was their growing child. He took in another breath. She looked ravishing. How could he be so lucky to call her his wife?

But Anna paid no mind to Kristoff, not then. She was looking in the mirror. Frowning. Frustrated.

But still so beautiful.

“Anna, honey, are you ready to go downstairs? The doors are open, and people are flooding in�� I think even Elsa and Honeymaren are already here.” Elsa was finishing up the ice sculptures. Her only task this year, something that made her beyond thankful.

“I’m almost ready! I’m just… I don’t know. I don’t feel right. But I can’t put my finger on why.” Anna twirled around in front of the mirror. “The only thing keeping me chugging along is the promise of lots of food. I’m starving.”

“Yes—that was the journal entry for this week. Ravenously hungry. Insatiable I think was the word I used.” For Anna, eighteen-ish weeks pregnant meant the constant desire to stuff her face with literally everything she laid her eyes on. It was like she had this itch that could never be scratched. A deep hole in her stomach that could not ever be fully filled. But the most unfortunate part was that she somehow had recently begun to crave lutefisk. Lutefisk. The food she would have to plug her nose to eat as a kid. Clearly pregnancy made her leave logic at the door. Kristoff sauntered up to her and brought her in close, wrapping his strong arms around her frame, resting them gently on her mid-section, hooking his chin over her right shoulder and kissing her softly on first her shoulder and then her neck and then her cheek before settling back into the crook of her neck. He smiled. This was pure bliss.

Anna entangled her fingers with his own, both resting on her belly. She sighed. “I swear I could eat literally all of Sven right now and only feel a little bit guilty.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Kristoff laughed into her shoulder.

“I’m starving!” Anna pouted, but then Kristoff kissed her neck again softly and she shivered. Too distracting.

“Well, I know for a fact there’s a lot of food in the ballroom if you want to get a move on…”

“I want to, I really do… but. Still. I’m … you know what? I think I know what it is,” Anna said, pulling away from Kristoff suddenly. “You know how a few weeks ago I had to switch to the maternity corset? Because I really uh—popped out that one morning and couldn’t fit into my old one anymore even with the laces practically undone?” One midwife had even said that Anna looked much bigger than what women usually did at this point in pregnancy. Something that she said could mean there was more than one baby on the way…Anna and Kristoff were far too thrilled with that possibility but had mutually decided they didn’t want to get their hopes up if it didn’t come to fruition. Their baby coming into the world already with a friend… already decidedly not alone. It felt almost serendipitous to Anna, but she still refused to think of it more than fleetingly. So for now—one baby. Singular baby.

“I remember,” he said.

“Well, I hate this thing. It’s so … constricting and it hurts and I can hardly breathe let alone gorge myself with disgusting and foul and gross but somehow still super satisfying lutefisk. Like do you really think this is good for the baby?”

Kristoff shook his head. “Probably not—”

But Anna was on a roll. She bulldozed through the answer he gave to her likely rhetorical question. “I know it’s not breathing or anything right? But … it kind of feels like I’m squishing the baby or something and knowing it’s yours and everything it’ll probably be massive so needs lots of room to… get that way. Oh wait no I can’t think about that. Oh God. Massive. Get that image out of my head please. Too big to come out of me and the pain and owwwww.”

Kristoff stepped closer to Anna and hugged her close, stroking comforting circles on her back. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said. She whimpered. “For the record, I don’t think I was too big as a baby. Although, you know… I don’t remember.”

Anna rolled her eyes. “Very helpful.”

“I do have some chocolate to tide you over, though. That’s helpful, right?”

Her eyes lit up instantly, nodding her head in ferocious fervor. “Yes, yes, yes. Super, super helpful. Very helpful. The most helpful of all helpful!” Kristoff reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out maybe six truffles. Anna ate them in a flash. “God, these are so good.” Then she frowned again. “But I can already feel my corset getting tighter! And, you know what? What’s it all for, hmm? So I can better hide I’m pregnant? Yeah that’s right I said the word. So, what? You know, it’s really grating to me that something that really deserves to celebrated is instead something that needs to be … hidden away. Like the expectation for a queen is to be prim and proper and ladylike and pure or—whatever…while also producing heirs upon heirs. So, what happens when the very thought of being ‘with child’ comes with this implication that you’re not pure? Even though obviously I mean it’s way more concerning if you’re married and still pure, right? And I know I’m saying this about royalty and everything but that’s just my situation. Generally it’s definitely not just for queens. This is any woman. The expectation of any woman.  Nobody cares if men are pure. So they’re just producing heirs or kids or namesakes? … left and right and it’s all fine and dandy. It’s just ... really frustrating. And this stupid corset is like the physical proof of this horrible thing and it’s really making me…so—angry.” Anna let out a long breath. It felt good to get all that out. It truly had been building upon itself in this storm of emotions for the last couple weeks. Constantly growing until this moment.

“You know you’re the Queen, right?”

“Uh—yeah. Pretty sure I just talked a lot about that in my little speech.”

“Yes, right. Yes. But I mean… you’re the Queen.”

“Yes, I know. What’s your point?”

“Well, you’ve got the power, baby,” Kristoff said. “Show them how it’s done. You can … make a decree or—or something. Or you can just lead by example. I’ll support you, Anna. You know I’ll support you. And I agree with you, too. The whole thing’s pretty ridiculous. And definitely not healthy for our massive baby.”

Anna crossed her arms over her chest. “Not funny.”

“Take it off, baby. Off with the maternity corset.”

“I want to … but then people will be able to tell, right?”

“You really think they don’t know? Let me ask you this. Truly—how many people do you think are actually in the dark?”

“Uh—I don’t know. Maybe … four?”

“Exactly! Don’t feel like you need to still hide it. The whole castle has known for a long time. You were wearing the maternity corsets! Someone had to make that for you and you know your maids knew right away. Word is out, Anna. We just can’t be open open about it yet. Soon … but you don’t need to hide it. You shouldn’t hide it.”

She contemplated his words for a minute or so before planting a chaste kiss on his lips. “Thanks, husband. You’re the best listener.” He grabbed her hand and gave her a quick twirl, already preparing for the dancing he knew would take up most of his night.

“Always, my sweet love.”

“Now help me get this thing off. Right now. Please.” Anna turned so her back was to him. His large hands wrapped around the velvet buttons of her dress, undoing them at an unparalleled pace. Soon, the dress dropped to the floor and Anna stepped out of it, only standing in her off-white corset and bloomers. The maternity corset had a slightly different shape, dipping lower to cover her entire stomach, and had two extra sets of laces, one on each side that supposedly allowed for more breathing room and expansion along with a growing belly, but Anna disagreed. It felt just as constricting as her usual corset. She jumped in front of Kristoff again. “Off, off, off!”

He obeyed again, large hands undoing the laces but moving closer as he did this, planting periodic kisses on her shoulders. His mind instantly shot back to the first time he unlaced her corset. Years ago.

The beginning of their … exploration was too hurried. They so rarely got time alone and took it whenever they could … wherever they could … as fast as they could. There was never time to take off any clothes. Dress scrunched up her waist, drawers and breeches pushed down to their ankles was the name of their game. But eventually they got bolder. They snuck around in the middle of the night… and in those stolen moments in the moonlight, they had more time. Kristoff remembered ripping off her dress, throwing it into the corner of her room. Turning his attention to her undergarments, working his hands around the laces, trying to figure out how to make this as swift as possible. He smirked. “Is this appropriate?”

“Of course not,” Anna giggled. Kristoff planted kisses on her bare shoulders and then her collarbones. “But when have I ever been concerned with what’s appropriate?”

Kristoff smiled again at the memory. When he finally shot back to reality, he saw that he was almost done with the laces. He pulled the last few and threw the corset far away from them. It landed with an air of dramatics on her dressing partition.

Anna sighed in relief. “God, you’re so much faster at this than my maids.”

“Years of practice paired with years of … urgency.” Kristoff said, smirking.

It had taken him much longer than he felt comfortable admitting to take that corset off that first night, but since then he’d figured out a foolproof strategy.

She turned around to give him a deep kiss. “I’m free. Thank you.”

Kristoff inhaled sharply. She was even more magnificent like this, ballgown tossed to the side.  He brought a hand up to cup her chin and his other drifted down to her stomach. He gave it a rub and she kissed him in response, giggling slightly. “You’re radiant, baby. So beautiful.”

“You really think so?”

“You take my breath away,” Kristoff said, meaning it truly and genuinely from the bottom of his heart. Anna beamed at him, feeling both unparalleled awe and unparalleled respect boiling deep within her soul. She regarded him now. The way the left side of his smile cocked up more than his right, sending him into an eternal mischievous smirk. The way his brown eyes always somehow teemed with an unusual mixture of curiosity and warmth. He was her rock. Her ocean. Her world. And she knew that the same was true for him. She was his rock. His ocean. His world.

Anna tried to put all of those feelings into words. “You—I need you to know that you’re—uh—perfect, Kristoff. Really perfect.” She used this word a lot. He doesn’t like it, he said. It’s not true, he said. He has his flaws, he said. But to Anna, even his flaws were perfect. So, he was perfect.

Kristoff smiled again. Mischievous still. But happy. Pleased. Tonight, he wouldn’t argue with her. He placed his hand on Anna’s swollen belly, rubbing gently. “I like this. Baby is free to be massive now.”

“Oh, shut up and help me put my dress back on,” Anna said through a laugh. “Might be a tough task since my waistline has expanded probably five sizes.”

“I’m up for the challenge.” Kristoff said, pulling desperately hard on either side of her dress before he could button them together. Eventually, he managed. Sure, the button stretched a bit and it threatened to pop off, but he thought maybe it would hold. At least for that evening.

“How do I look?” She gave him a twirl, settling in closer to him and cupping her belly slightly. She loved showing it off. The exciting proof of their future. Of what would come in May. “Ugh. I don’t wanna keep this a secret anymore. This is awful. How I lasted this long—it’s torture! Kristoff! Encourage our little one to make its presence known. Please, please, please.”

He smiled at his wife, dropping to his knees. Rubbing circles on her belly and planting gentle kisses all over before pulling away slightly, both hands still resting on the swell. Kristoff leaned in closer again and whispered, “Hey, little one…your mama and papa love you so much and want to tell the whole world how much we love you so we can celebrate you and love you publicly and—can you stretch out for us or move your little arms and legs or something? Mama and Papa are here for you, watching you grow… loving you…” He kissed her belly again. “We love you, little one.”

“Aww, Kris. You’re so cute.”

He stood up slowly. Waiting to see if it worked. Not that it had in the past… but still hopeful. Nothing. “You ready to go?”

“I’m ready to eat if that’s what you mean.”

They walked hand in hand through the castle hallways, still bursting with the beautiful harmonies of the choir, and finally through the doors of the ballroom. Each and every Arendellian guest turned to watch the Queen and King, or Prince—whatever—consort’s grand entrance. Some even started clapping. Clearly the party was already considered a hit.

Anna noticed out of the corner of her eye that a few of the women had started whispering to each other, their eyes glued to Anna’s midsection. Maybe even saying four people didn’t know was an overestimation.

Come on, little one. Move.

But still nothing.

Instead, Anna’s stomach growled, and she knew she needed to get to the food tables. Pronto. She saw Elsa there, too, finishing up the last of the ice sculptures. A reindeer looking much like Sven perched excitedly by the pickled herring. Perfect. Two birds, one stone.

Anna bounded up to her sister first, skipping in an unbridled excitement. Unfortunately, this excitement was almost purely due to the promise of stuffing lutefisk into her belly which made her mind want to stage a rebellion against her stomach at the very idea. But she paid no mind.

Her fabulous sister, first.

“Elsa, I’m so glad you came!”

Elsa laughed. Remaining calm, of course. As usual. She stood tall as Anna collapsed into her arms. “Of course. I wouldn’t miss your favorite night of the year.”

“Thanks for doing the sculptures, too. Everybody loves them,” Anna said, eyes drifting to the series of sculptures that adorned the space, catching a glimpse of a replica of her favorite snowman and smiling widely. “Especially giant Olaf at the dessert table.”

“That one’s my favorite to make.” Elsa took a step back, away from her sister by a couple paces. She took a moment to gaze intently at Anna, something that apparently had become the theme for the day, pursing her lips while deep in some train of thought. And then, suddenly, the corners of her mouth curled into a giddy grin. She closed the gap between them and whispered in Anna’s ear, “You’re glowing.”

Anna laughed. Elsa’s breath kind of tickled her ear. “I know, right?!”

“Is it weird if I say that I think pregnancy suits you?”

“Whoa, Elsa. That is way out of line. And you said the word pregnant? Shame on you!” Anna’s voice got dramatically low when she uttered the taboo word she didn’t actually think needed to be taboo.

Elsa blushed. “Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t—”

“I’m kidding, Elsa! I agree with you. Will come in handy—you know—because we want lots of babies and everything,” Anna said. “I love the word pregnant, too. It’s so much easier and less awkward than the whole with child or in the family way nonsense. Like talk about beating around the bush. Jesus.”

“You hungry?”

“Oh, God yes. Thanks for reminding me.” Anna turned, reading to make a beeline for the lutefisk. But then she chuckled slightly and spun back to face her sister. “You’ll never guess what I want to eat, though.”

“Uh—herring?”

“Lutefisk.”

“Lutefisk? You—Anna—want to eat lutefisk?”

“I legitimately want to stuff twenty-five pounds of lutefisk into my mouth right now.”

Elsa laughed in pure shock. “You’re right. I never would’ve guessed.”

“I don’t know if it’s the salt or the disgustingly chewy yet soft consistency that’s getting me going, but it’s doing it. I’m feeling all tingly thinking about it.” Anna shuddered involuntarily How did that sound so good? Truly how? Repulsive. Lutefisk was nothing short of repulsive. “Can you help me fill some plates full?”

“I think your King already has you covered.”

Kristoff, goofy grin plastered on his face, approached the sisters with three plates full of lutefisk and potatoes precariously perched on top of each other. Somehow his left hand held two full glasses of mulled wine.

He passed her a glass of wine and one plate of lutefisk to start. “For you, my love.” He handed the other glass of wine to Elsa who graciously accepted.

Anna attacked the plate. Slurping down the fish in record time. Her face twisted in to some kind of combination of a gag and a smile. “Oh God this is truly horrendous.” Gulp. “Horrid. No…disgusting.” Gulp. “And so grossly…slimy?” Gulp. One plate down. Kristoff handed her the next one. “But also… man oh man does it really hit the spot.”

“I always liked lutefisk,” Kristoff said, taking a piece for himself.

Anna stopped what she was doing and shot daggers at him. “So this is your fault? Lutefisk and a massive … I swear we’re gonna find a way for the trolls to make you go through this next time.”

“You know you love it.” Kristoff smiled mischievously yet again. Taking another satisfied bite of the lutefisk.

Anna pouted playfully and grabbed one handful of lutefisk, flinging it directly into Kristoff’s face. “Trolls.” Another piece. “You.” And another. Kristoff had started opening his mouth to catch the pieces, swallowing in bliss with each successful catch and each delicious bite. “Next.” Anna tried to remain serious, but a smile was toying on her lips. Another toss. “Time.” The grand finale. Anna tricked Kristoff with a fake throw and tossed it into her own mouth instead. He furrowed her eyebrows and looked around, confused. Not having any inkling as to what actually happened. Elsa had started cracking up. Those two. Always getting up to some kind of ridiculous antics.

Anna couldn’t contain her laughter anymore and it came spilling out quickly to the point where she could barely catch her breath. She felt something like gas bubbling in her stomach and tried to calm herself, worried she had upset the whole peace of her body by gorging herself with food and then laughing too hard. But she didn’t have any burp in her… curious. Gassy without gas. Once she had successfully quelled her laughter, she started feeling it again. Gas … or bubbles … or butterflies teeming in her stomach?

Or…

OR…

OR!

Anna outwardly gasped. One hand immediately shot to her abdomen and the other covered her mouth.

Elsa and Kristoff both looked at her curiously, both cocking their head in the exact same way.

“Oh my God it’s happening!” Anna squealed, bouncing up and down so frantically that her mulled wine kept spilling over the cup.

They continued to look at her, confused as ever.

Both her hands rested on her stomach now. “It feels like… all of Elsa’s ice fireworks are going off in here!”

Now Kristoff and Elsa understood. Their eyes widened, they audibly gasped.

Still bouncing, Anna giggled. “Oooh tickly!”

“Anna?!” Kristoff ventured. She beamed at him and motioned him closer. He wrapped one strong arm around her and pulled her in for a hug, other hand staying low, secretly stroking her stomach.

She whispered in his ear. “Can you feel it? Can you feel our little one? At least…I think that’s what’s happening. I’ve never felt anything like this before. I mean gassy but—not gassy…” Plus, mother’s intuition? She just knew this was it. The Quickening. Finally!

He shook his head. “I don’t feel anything. But—I think that’s normal? I can…imagine it takes a while to feel it on the—outside,” Kristoff said, still close to her, hand still firmly on her belly. “But you feel it. Anna, it’s—wow. It’s real. This is happening. I’m so—I’ve never been more—this is the happiest I’ve ever felt.” He kissed her, passionately, on the lips.

“Me too,” Anna said as she pulled away, looking longingly into his fiery brown eyes. Another little flutter resonated through her and she giggled. Pressing her hand and thus Kristoff’s hand deeper into her stomach. “I wish you could feel it.”

“Someday.” He kissed her again.

“Screw the troll idea. You were right. This is so cool. Totally worth the lutefisk cravings.” Their laughter was interrupted by Elsa’s hands looping over both of their shoulders, hugging them tightly. Excitedly.

“Kristoff, Anna! Congratulations. Both of you.”

“Aww, thanks, sister,” Anna said, chuckling into her smile. Noting that Elsa’s cheeks seemed markedly more flushed and she wondered if the mulled wine had already gotten to her. “Wait.” Anna started bouncing again. So enthusiastically that neither Elsa nor Kristoff could keep holding onto her. “This means we can tell people! Oh my gosh can we tell them tonight? Can we, can we, can we?”

“How about right now?”

“Right now?” Anna’s voice cracked. “Right now right now?”

“Let’s go.” Kristoff held out his hand and Anna grabbed it quickly, forcefully. With all the intent in the whole world.

They raced to the small stage where the choir and the band performed. Their royal presence was enough to stop the singing mid-phrase, choir members bowing at attention.

“You don’t need to do that,” Anna said. “Your singing is beautiful, by the way. Thank you for being here. Uh—we just wanted to make an announcement. If that’s okay, of course. We can wait!” Somehow, Anna’s extreme giddiness was still manifesting as a constant and consistent bounce.

The choir singers looked at each other with what Anna perceived as knowing glances, and then nodded for the King and Queen to proceed.

They took center stage, Anna still bouncing, hand-in-hand. “Uh—hello, Arendelle! We wanted to take the time to thank you all for coming to the annual Christmas Ball. We hope you’re enjoying the food and the music and the holiday merriment! We are so happy this has become a tradition, and if I do say so myself, this might be the best ball yet. And not only because of—well, the ball… as of well—tonight, actually, Kristoff and I can finally announce that …” Anna took a moment to scan the crowd of eager faces. Maybe there were more than four who had no idea. “We’re having a baby!” Anna squealed and then screamed, raising her arm and thus also Kristoff’s arm into the air. Kristoff had also let out a few cheers. The crowd applauded, reaching a steady crescendo just as Kristoff picked Anna up and spun her around, giddily laughing, before bringing her face into his hands for a tender kiss. He then dropped to his knees in front of his wife, leaning in slightly, large hands now cupping her belly. Showing off her belly. Celebrating her belly. No more hiding. Just like Anna had wanted. He planted a tender kiss on the curve and the crowd cheered once again. Anna’s hands found their way into his hair and she ruffled it a bit, messing it up in a way she found exceedingly adorable. She turned back to the crowd, Kristoff still rubbing her belly in elation. “Baby Bjorgman is coming at the end of May!” Now Anna noticed a small corner of the crowd exchanging pieces of gold. Of course there had been some bets going on. She wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Kristoff stood up, kissed Anna once more, and then grabbed her hand, interlacing her fingers with his own. Anna took her other hand and cupped her belly, showing the crowd in more detail exactly how far along she was. Exactly. No mind games from any extra clothing. The buttons on her dress were still close to breaking loose. “Oh, and another thing! Maternity corsets are for the birds. It can’t be healthy to wear them all… tight and constricting and—” Without knowing how to control it, Anna shuddered a bit. So happy to be free. And safe. “Besides—let it all hang out, baby!” She did a little dance right then, shaking her rump and rubbing her belly. Laughter echoed throughout the crowd and then a whole conversation stirred. Anna hoped it wasn’t too judgmental… she didn’t want them to think she had taken anything too far.

But no matter. Kristoff was right. As Queen, she could make some rules. She could set some expectations. Even if not well received in the beginning, they could still hold weight.

Kristoff leaned in to whisper in Anna’s ear. “No more secrets.”

She smiled. Thank God. “Shall we celebrate?”

He nodded. “Let’s dance.”

The choir started singing again. The band joined in. The Holly and The Ivy, a Christmas classic. Merriment abound. Merriment all around. Although Kristoff and Anna took the lead, dancing alone for a few minutes, eventually more and more guests joined in. A little bit of Hallingdansen, a lot bit of pols, and the most bit of Kristoff taking advantage of the fact that the whole kingdom knew how overjoyed they were with the news of their growing family by essentially hardcore smooching in the middle of the dance floor. Their tongues had a good time dancing the Halling, too, and they paid absolutely no mind to the fact that all eyes were on them. Maybe the mulled wine was getting to them, too, or perhaps it was simply euphoria. Between the kisses, Kristoff frequently dropped to his knees to kiss Anna’s stomach or rub excited circles over the curves during the dances. Anna giggled each time, noticing that the flutters seemed to come in more enthusiastic waves when Kristoff’s hands or lips came in contact with her belly.

This felt good. To finally have the freedom to really celebrate. True bliss. True happiness. The best of all the past Christmas Balls. And they had a feeling no future ball could ever compare.

#kristanna #frozen #fanfic #fanfiction #myfics #christmas #fluff #canonverse

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Between The Pipes [Chapter 28]

Rating: M Words: 2028 Pairing: Kristanna Summary: When a new owner takes over the Arendelle Ice Breakers, Kristoff isn’t sure about his future with the team. That is, until a PR nightmare throws the newest member of the media team, who also just so happens to be the daughter of the new owner, right into his arms. Kristoff and Anna can’t even stand the interviews they have to do together… how on earth are they going to fix this mess? Hockey!AU.

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Where To Read: [AO3]

Notes: hmmmmmm.....

thanks 2 @ahtohallan-calling and @awesomemaple for the sven and anna dancing to lizzo inspo lmao the true mvps.

Enjoy!

Kristoff almost fell over when Anna sprung herself forward to land on his back with her arms around his neck. It was mostly the surprise of it, but he managed to right them both before she even noticed his stumble. “Hi,” he laughed, shifting his bag of gear to his other shoulder as she slid down the expanse of his back. “You’re chipper this morning.”

“Well,” she grinned, sliding her hand into his and lacing their fingers together. “It’s a beautiful day!”

It was most decidedly not a beautiful day. It was cold and gloomy and snowing. And not even a pretty snow… just wet and harsh. But if Anna felt that way, then sure, he could roll with it. “That so?”

She had started swinging their hands together as they walked, her thumb tracing circles over his. “Mhmm,” was all she hummed, nodding slowly. 

It had been two weeks since the gala and she had spent almost every night at his house. It had been weird to fall asleep without her last night, but she had insisted on staying with her sister at her hotel. Apparently they needed some bonding time, and who was he to deny her that? But still, he already felt tension draining from his shoulders as she squeezed his hand and bumped his hip with her own while they walked and she talked about the bright side of the bad weather.

“I missed you,” he mumbled beneath her rambling, blushing bright when she stopped mid sentence to look up at him. 

A small hop-skip-jump brought her lips up to his cheek, and then she was smiling even brighter. “I missed you, too.” 

Kristoff coughed slightly, just to clear his throat, before shaking his head and trying to accept the small moment of vulnerability. “So, um…” He shrugged and kept his gaze forward. “Did you have fun with your sister?” He relaxed just slightly when she pressed her arm against his.

“Oh, yes.” She paused for a moment as she looked around. “I guess Elsa and Honey have been…” Anna practically giggled behind her hand. “You know.” A snort laugh and red tinged cheeks made him smile. “Talking.”

He could laugh at this shy, bashful Anna, so different from one he knew. Maybe it was because she was talking about her sister, but shit, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was how she talked about him, too. “Oh? Talking? Or… not talking.”

Anna whacked at his chest and laughed again, wrapping her hands around his bicep this time. “That’s my sister you’re talking about.”

“Sorry, sorry.”

A relaxed silence fell between them again as they continued down the corridor. Kristoff had spent the whole night thinking, and talking to Sven, and talking to his mother, and… He had decided that he wanted to do something special for Anna. He wanted to take her somewhere fancy, wine and dine her, and, fuck, as cheesy as it was, wanted to officially ask her out.

They sat in limbo right now, unsure of where to proceed. Their feelings were on the table, but, at least for Kristoff, things still felt uncertain. Did she want him to fully figure himself out before they moved forward? Or was she willing to work with him? It was a lot to ask of someone, but she was the most patient and kind person he had ever met. 

If anyone would be able to help him, it was her.

Coach Mattias’ door slammed open as they stepped into the locker room. It startled Anna, who clenched his arm a little tighter as their eyes both snapped to the entrance. Warren emerged first, obviously irritated, followed by Mattias and…

“Papa!” Anna exclaimed, clearly taken aback. “I didn’t think you were coming to the skate…”

His face was stern as he turned his attention to the two of them. Kristoff could swear there was something venomous in his eyes. “I wasn’t. But I was called for a meeting.”

Kristoff was going to let go of her, but he felt just a slight squeezing of her fingers. “Oh?”

“We’ll talk later.”

And then he left the locker room, leaving a dozen or so stressed out players in his wake. 

“Dude, what was that?” Kristoff’s eyes moved quickly to Warren and Anisimov, hunkered into a corner as Warren’s glare lingered just slightly too long on Anna. 

He met Kristoff’s gaze, clenched his jaw, and snapped his head back around to face his teammate. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

This didn’t seem good.

—

Family skate had never been Kristoff’s favorite event. Sometimes he was able to fly his family out around Christmas and keep them in town long enough, but with his sister having a new baby and his dad needing to get someone trained to run the shop, they weren’t able to join him this year. But it was okay, because this year he had Anna, and she more than made up for all the years he just stuck awkwardly with Sven, Jelissa, and their siblings. 

She clearly had snuck in more practice since their initial learn-to-skate session, and was easily gliding over the ice - nothing fancy, but clearly comfortable on skates. Every once in a while a good song would come on, and she would speed up to catch Sven and Jelissa as they danced and sang and all-around made fools of themselves.

He fucking loved it.

One song in particular had Sven crouched and shaking his ass back and forth as Anna smacked at it, the lyrics rapping something about fit fat asses and needing tempo and so many other words he couldn’t understand. Kristoff would have been jealous if it were anyone else, but there was absolutely zero reason for it with the two of them. He even found himself skating closer as Anna sang something about boyfriends watching and made little finger hooks to urge him over.

He would never be able to express how open and free he felt when she was by his side.

“Okay, I’m tired,” she laughed, leaning on Kristoff’s shoulder. “Water break.”

Kristoff gestured for her to lead the way, but shivered slightly when her hands slid over his hips as she came to a stop behind him, one arm lifting to flick at the bobble on top of his toque. “Take me where I need to be!” she hollered, wrapping her arms around his waist.  

So, as was his nature when it came to Anna, he did the exact opposite.

Bending at the knees, and hearing her quick realization of what was happening, Kristoff took off, almost full sprint, with Anna laughing wildly behind him. “Stop stop stop!” But her laughter was louder than the protests, so he kept going, zig zagging out of other skaters while she yelled apologies behind them. 

“Kristoff!!”

He grabbed her hands with his own, holding on tight to her, as he whipped around a corner.

“Too fast for you?” 

“Not even close!” 

Finally, when he had worn himself out, too, Kristoff came to a gradual stop right at the door, offering Anna a hand to help her step off the ice. She was still laughing, her cheeks flushed with exhilaration, and he couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward and cupping her jaw in his palms. One more sighing laugh came from her throat as she looked up at him with a crooked smile.

She was so fucking beautiful.

He kissed her, deep and slow, earning a round of wolf-whistling from the adults in the rink. He didn’t even care, because her hands were gripping his and her chest was arching into his and god damn it, did he need something fancy to tell her what he wanted? “Anna…” His breath was heavy as he pulled away, swallowing around the new lump in his throat. “Anna, I…”

Her eyes were full of wonder as she kept her gaze locked onto his, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

“I… I really --”

“Anna.”

Her fathers’ stern voice cut through their thoughts and she jumped away as quickly as she could, turning to face the owner with her hands clasped together behind her back.

Of course.

“Hi, papa.” She waved her fingers at Kristoff from behind her back, urging him to head back out onto the ice. “What’s up?” 

Kristoff felt her fathers’ eyes locked onto him as he took a few glides backwards, giving them the privacy he thought she might be asking for. He wasn’t sure what was wrong, but he felt unsettled as he tried his best to turn his attention back to his friends instead of on Anna, following the owner back into Mattias’ office.

—

Almost an hour passed before Anna reemerged. 

Mr. Arne had come out after just twenty minutes, bid his farewells, and told them to give his daughter some privacy before heading out of the arena. Kristoff had pulled out his phone and texted her, not wanting to barge in on something she didn’t want him to bear witness to. 

Is everything okay baby?

yeah! yep!! i’ll be out soon!! Sorry!!

Are you sure? I can come back if you want.

no!!! it’s fine! just doing some quick paperwork!!

He wasn’t sure he believed her, and the excess of exclamation points certainly didn’t help, but she wasn’t pleading for him to come and comfort her and he had to trust that she would ask if she had wanted him to. But when she came back out to the ice, he noticed her red nose and puffy cheeks, and immediately skated over to her. “Anna…?” 

A smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yes?”

He scanned over her face, noting the softly twitching corner of her mouth and flaring of her nostrils that he could guess signified she wanted him to drop it. So… he held out his hand to her and waggled his fingers in her direction. “Wanna keep skating?” The relief he saw drop in her shoulders made him tense in her place as she nodded and stepped back onto the ice. 

It all felt different then. She kept a firm grip on his fingers as they moved slowly around the rink, no more enthusiasm in her small strides, and definitely no more dancing.

He had to try again. “Baby…” his voice was low, just above a whisper, as he pressed a kiss against her hairline.

“I’m fine. Please.” She kept her gaze firmly forward, until they reached the end of their second lap. She tugged on his arm just slightly, tilting her body towards the exit. “I think…” she started, biting her bottom lip. “I think that I really want to get a burger.”

Kristoff almost laughed. “Yeah, yeah, of course. Let’s go. We can talk. Let me just grab my --”

But then she was red faced and she was hollering at Sven and Jelissa, waving them over and inviting them along. 

Anna didn’t want to be alone with him right now. 

Normally it wouldn’t bother him, but when it felt like she was going to some great length to avoid telling him what was bothering her, he could feel irritation prickling at his spine. Kristoff sighed and trailed behind the others as they made their way back to the locker room to grab their things. 

Soon after, they were all climbing into Sven’s Escalade, making their way to his favorite burger joint. He said it was a hole in the wall and you had to know someone to know about it. Kristoff couldn’t help but tease him, saying knowing him clearly hadn’t done them any favors.

Anna’s hollow laugh felt like a knife in his stomach.

He knew she’d tell him when she was ready, but there was a burning in the back of his throat that begged him to pester her until she caved, until she laid it all out on the table. But that was his father. That was something he would do. That wasn’t Kristoff. He wasn’t going to do that.

Instead, he reached over, clasped her hand in his, and gave her a reassuring squeeze.

At least this time her smile was a little more genuine.

#btpfic #feistypantswrites

[theseerasures]

@counterpunches​ submitted:

Once again there are too many to choose so I’m going to pick too many, but really it’s your fault no I won’t be taking any criticism.

how me that solvable problem

ethically sourced kid!Elsa

well this prompt feels custom made to talk about self-harm

she drops the silver chain of sound

a love sTRONGER THAN BLOOD SISTERS r u kitten me

oh hey! you picked some that actually ended up too unwieldy to keep writing in longhand

show me that solvable problem: post-Frozen II canon divergence where Arendelle sank under the sea like a good little metaphor on sins of the father. kinda your typical “but what does it actually MEAN to step into ur power, mum” thing on both Elsa and Anna’s side, with a side helping of Honeymaren/Elsa, Kristoff discovering ~his past, and uh. a lot of political talk on indigenous knowledge and politics of redress (Arendellians are refugees now, Northuldra have been settler colonized for decades, what do?? that kinda stuff)–almost too much, but ultimately a reasonable amount!

ethically sourced kid!Elsa: stems from my…uh. inability to understand the appeal of present day Elsa meeting a POST-Incident kid!Elsa when obviously her meeting a PRE-Incident kid!Elsa has so much more inherent drama. kid!Elsa steps into an idk portal and shows up at the castle in the post-Frozen II world. it’s been a few years; Anna is VERY comfortable with her current life and is expecting her first child, so um. the child version of her older sister showing up out of the blue throws her into a not-insubstantial tailspin. present!Elsa superficially is more capable of keeping it in stride, but the elephant in the room of “well do we TELL her what’s coming” just looms larger and larger until it all ends in tears, because Elsa and Anna disagree about what to do, and it ends up being their first no holds barred FIGHT, where they both accuse each other of being selfish and they’ve somehow turned into the worst parts of their parents. Kristoff, Sven, and Olaf spend most of their time basically being Bow from season 4 of She-Ra; Honeymaren meets the kid version of her now-girlfriend, immediately and justifiably is like “wow! weird vibe,” grabs Ryder and leaves. poor, poor kid!Elsa is a) kind of a hellion, pre-Incident, which everyone forgot about, and b) comes to a whole slew of horrible realizations, beginning with the fact that her parents are both dead now, Anna is being weird and closed off around her, her present self is being less weird but apparently did something HORRIBLE that no one will talk about, and it’s. it’s bad. if someone has any advice on how to tag dialogue with two characters that are the same character, just time-displaced, that would be lovely, because the closest i came was that kid!Elsa would be called Kid Elsa ala Kid Flash and obviously present!Elsa would be The Elsa (and they fight crime! jk they cry a lot and kid!Elsa ends up throwing hands with her older self, by which i mean Elsa gets a nice taste of what being shot to the heart with ice magic feels like)

well this prompt feels custom made to talk about self-harm: the prompt was “angst, loss, scar,” so. five times Elsa didn’t scar. the self-harm part comes in a few times, but the reason i approached it at all was because i imagined Elsa going through a ~phase as an adolescent where she tore through every medical text she could get her hands on to find out what’s wrong with her, and it…spiraled into thinking some dark thoughts about what would happen, since the magic mostly comes out of her hands, if she…hurt them in some way. she ends up being too chickenshit to go through with it because she’s THIRTEEN, ELSA WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO BREAK YOUR THUMB. it ballooned out into a longer meditation on Elsa grappling with her not-quite humanity, where she’s never entirely sure what rules of mortality apply to her (all of them actually! Elsa u fucking melon), going all the way to post-Frozen II, where she’s…weirdly maudlin about her death leaving no trace on her physical body, until Anna shows up. they actually end up talking about Mattias, and the ways he’s visibly aged from his portrait (Anna commissioned a new one for him)–it all ends with something about how, like. yes living does leave its marks on you but maybe Elsa should stop thinking about it in such extreme ways, and also see a therapist

she drops the silver chain of sound: another *sigh* RWBY fic, this one charting Winter and Robyn’s relationship in universe, from Academy years to post-canon. i haven’t been able to find any fic about them that responsibly handles the nuances of Winter a) being abused a lot of multi-layered ways, but also b) being complicit in war crimes and her own transformation into an instrument instead of a person, and (as of V7) STEADFASTLY COMMITTED TO IT. basically starting from the place of “Robyn doesn’t owe Winter jack shit and is Busy, it’s Winter’s responsibility to change herself,” and trying to be realistic about the ways Winter would and would not let herself change. truth kink! it’s a thing with them. a lot of talk about agency and identity, and weird detours about how Cartesian dualism is a tool of the colonizer–but honestly, you can’t make one of your main mechanics be “an extension of the soul” and not expect me to inject some woo

a love sTRONGER THAN BLOOD SISTERS r u kitten me: to answer your PS about which fires i’m embleming: i started with Sacred Stones and then moved through Path of Radiance and Radiant Dawn (still have no idea what a Fire Emblem is, which i think is v sexy of me). Radiant Dawn has some BONKER-TASTIC sapphic moments–your standard “i’m queen but i’m shy” archetype has a ladyfriend who is the CAPTAIN OF HER GUARD. Captain gets taken hostage, gets her hair lopped off (…by a professional hairdresser i guess, since this is what she looks like after) and sent to Shy Queen in a VERY STANDARD “i have your precious” moment and then has to debate over saving the Captain or the Kingdom and it’s just. so

anyways of course the extreme gayness goes blithely unacknowledged for the rest of the game, and the epilogue has the AUDACITY to say that their bond was “stronger than blood sisters,” which is…fine! it’s fine. the fic is mostly just about actually ADDRESSING the intimacy that they have through some hair washing.

PS: i’ve started Awakening, which a) looks promising re: knowing what a Fire Emblem, and b) has caused me to start a new WIP called “NO YOU’RE NOT YOU’RE OBVIOUSLY LAURA BAILEY”

PPS: appreciate the recurrence of Standard Nintendo Plot Pattern Sigma (gender fuckery to stop a bad time thing), which i THINK is what’s happening in Awakening–no one tell me if i’m right tho!!! i wanna keep speculating about whether ~~~Marth is my daughter or my grandma’s niece or Taylor Swift’s second cousin

#self harm tw #just in caseys #submission

[tamorasky]

The Letter

Fandom: Frozen 

Rating: T 

Relationship: Anna/Kristoff

Summary: Kristoff was tired of this War, constantly running from foxhole to foxhole to patch up men and scrounging for medical supplies. The only good thing that had happened to him during the conflict was meeting Anna. 

Tags: WWII AU, Violence. Nurse Anna, Medic Kristoff. 

The screams for a medic echo through the cold Belgian forest. Kristoff snaps his head up to look at Sven, sitting across from him in their foxhole before the two of them scramble out of their dugout. They race across the terrain as best they could through the snow. The two medics catch sight of 4 men crowded around one, Kristoff immediately drops to his knees beside the wounded man as Sven races to the man’s other side. 

It was the youngest of their company, Private Olaf Larsen whose blood was staining the snow below him. Sven cuts the boy’s pants around the wound in Olaf’s leg, exposing it to them. Olaf’s head rests on Ryder’s thighs, who was whispering words of comfort to the terrified boy. Sven blots the wound on the leg, trying to clear the blood away as Kristoff removes iodine from his bag before applying the solution around the gushing wound.

“You’re doing great kid.” Sven reassures the blonde kid, applying pressure to the gunshot wound.

“Sven do you have morphine.” Kristoff asks, realizing he was without any. The brunette across from him shakes his head grimly. Kristoff growls before applying a tourniquet just above the boy’s knee before Sven begins to dig into the gunshot wound, trying desperately to remove the bullet. The blonde man looks up to see Destin Mattias grabbing a blanket to cover the shivering boy. The two medics hurry as much as they can, trying desperately to save the boy’s life.

“Kristoff…Sven…” Mattias calls out, causing the two medics to look up to see that the boy had died. Without another word, Kristoff stands up and marches away from the scene, away from the foxholes and away from his company. He collapses to the ground on his knees, aching as they collide with the frozen earth below him. He doesn’t yell or shout, not like how he used to back in Holland and France. This was becoming all too common for him. Snow behind him crunches, indicating the presence of someone behind him. Mattias sits next to the medic with a groan

“He was 17, Destin.” Kristoff states bitterly. Olaf was a replacement after France, no one treated him kindly until after Holland and everyone realized the kid had lied about his age to enlist. Everyone in the company after that had decided to take care of Olaf and Ryder the best they could.

“Ryder says it was the luger tucked into Olaf’s pants that fired.”

“Christ.” He swears, Olaf had talked about getting a luger ever since he joined the company and boasted when he finally got one, it was what killed him.

“Go into the village, get a hot meal.” Mattias says. “And when you get back switch foxholes with someone. I don’t like that the two medics share a foxhole.” Kristoff looks at his comrade who really should be leading their company, not the incompetent idiot Lieutenant Erikson, who wasn’t even there when Olaf died. Reluctantly he nods as Mattias places a comforting hand on Kristoff’s shoulder. He manages to wave down the army jeep heading into the nearby town, carrying a minorly injured man; it was the frostbitten Private Nilsen. Kristoff tends to the private as the jeep drive, trying to make the man comfortable as possible. It was only 20 minutes to the nearest village; he knew there was a field hospital there. He just didn’t realize it was in a church. Kristoff helps the driver carry Nilsen into the church. A blonde nurse greets them at the door and quickly points to an empty bed in the corner. The two soldiers shift Nilsen to the ratty bed.

“There Nilsen. You’ll be more comfortable here than in your foxhole.”

“The nurses will be a lot nicer to look at then your ugly mug that’s for sure.”

“I’m sure they will be. Hell, of a lot harder to talk to though, how’s your French?” Kristoff chuckles as he stands. Looking around the church he had to find someone to talk to about getting new supplies, anything they could spare. He makes his way through the beds in order to approach any nurses or doctors. Since arriving he had only seen one doctor, which resulted in many of the nurses doing much of the work. Kristoff notices a woman walk into a separate room. Following her into the room he sees they were utilizing the church office as a medical storage space. He finally looks to the lone nurse in the room. She was in her blue dress and brown apron, her fiery hair covered by a light blue handkerchief.

“Pardon.” He calls out to the ‘bluebird’ which obviously startles her. As the woman turns to look at him, Kristoff swears she takes his breath away as she does so. Her eyes were sparkling and reminded him of the sky in summer.

“Que Puis-Je faire pour vous?” she inquires, wiping her bloodied hands on her apron.

“Ah…Je regarde…ahh…. medcin et…um bandages?” he shrugs, hoping that his French would be at the very least understandable.

“Do you speak English?” She responds. “Oh, thank god, yes.” He sighs in relief; glad he didn’t have to stumble through French. “I need some morphine…not for me for medical uses. I also need bandages, plasma, anything you can spare.”

“I can’t help you with plasma, but I can help you with the rest.” The nurse grabs an empty crate.

“You wouldn’t happen to have spare scissors, would you?” Kristoff asks. “Mine have gotten quite dull and my partner lost his somewhere in the Ardennes.” The young nurse giggles at that; something which makes his heart flutter.

“Of course.” She smiles, filling the wooden crate with supplies. “I’m sorry we can’t spare much more morphine.”

“I understand, I’m really grateful for anything.” Kristoff comes to stand next to the nurse, shoving his hands into his pockets. Carefully watching her, Kristoff takes in the shape of her face, every freckle and the way her nose daintily upturned. “I’m Kristoff.” He outstretches his hand, overjoyed when she takes it.

“I’m Anna.” She replies, shaking his hand. “Anna…” He repeats breathlessly, she smiles up at him before going back to packing supplies.

“Grab those bandages will you?” The red-haired nurse points to the rolled-up bandages sitting in front of him. As he picks them up the 4th-grade technician realizes that he wasn’t holding real bandages.

“What are these?” he furrows his brows as he hands them to her.

“Bandages.” She places the rolls into the crate with the other medical supplies. “We ran out of actual ones nearly a year ago. We had to cut up bedsheets.” Kristoff stares at the young nurse. Everyone was desperate for medical supplies, even the villages.

“I really appreciate it.”  

“We have to take care of one another, right?” She smiles sweetly at him. Pulling the heavy crate off the table she holds it out to him. As he takes the supplies from her, their hands brush against each other.

“Thank you again…Anna.”

“De rien Kristoff.” She replies as he turns to leave.

He returns back to the company for the night, trying to relax the best he could in the foxhole with Sven. His best friend talks his ear off in a whisper, but all Kristoff could think of was the fiery nurse.

Kristoff returns to the village a few days later to gather supplies from the aid drop that had occurred earlier in the day. They had heard the field hospital was gathering medical supplies to hold for the army. An unfamiliar nurse points to the office where she informed them that Anna had packed their supplies up for them. He smiles hearing that of course she had. He and Ryder pick up the four crates that had been separated from the field hospital’s supplies. As he leaves the church office, he sees the bright hair of Anna. She was sitting next to a wounded soldier, reading to him. Seeing her doing this brings a smile to his face as she clearly brought a sense of comfort to the young man next to her.

“Help! We need a doctor!” a group of men yell as they carry a wounded man into the church. Kristoff, acting on impulse runs back into the office to drop the supplies.

“Take him through there!” He hears Anna yell to the group of men. Rushing into the sanctuary Kristoff follows the sound of Anna’s voice into a smaller chapel with a wooden dining table in the middle of the room. Anna gets the soldiers to put the wounded man on the table as Kristoff races to the side of the table opposite of Anna. He quickly rips the man’s shirt open, exposing the gaping wound below his ribs. Both of their hands go to the wound, quickly brushing away the blood rushing from the gash. It was the artery, he had to find it. Kristoff shoves his fingers into the open wound trying to staunch the bleed as Anna keeps the area around it clean. She grabs a rag from her pocket, cleaning the area. Kristoff continues to try to stop the bleeding, noticing Anna had stopped. Looking at her Kristoff sees she was staring at the now-deceased man, her eyes welling with tears. He removes his hand from the wound, wiping the other man’s blood on a nearby rag. He jumps as Anna throws her rag to the floor in frustration before leaving the room.

Kristoff follows her out of the church, finding her sitting just outside of the church sitting on the ground. Approaching her Kristoff sits next to her, watching her wring her blood-stained hands. He digs into his bag pulling out his pack of Lucky Stripes, offering her one. She takes the cigarette with a smile.

“I would have preferred chocolate, but I’ll accept a cigarette. Thank you.” She says as he lights it for her.

“You’re a good nurse.” He says, lighting up his own. Anna looks at him, shaking her head.

“I’m too emotional. My sister would have made a better nurse.” She shrugs.

“Does your sister live in the village too?” Kristoff questions.

“No, she lives back home.”

“Where’s home?”

“Arendelle. What about you?” Anna asks.

“Duluth, Minnesota. Arendelle…” He ponders, sure he had heard the name before. “Is that closer to the French border?” Anna shakes her head with a smile.

“No, it’s in Norway. Do you have family in Duluth?”

“Ah yeah. I have a large family, five siblings.” Kristoff smiles, thinking of his younger siblings.

“Five? Wow! It was only my sister and I growing up, but we were really close.” “Yeah, it was only me for years before my parents adopted my younger sister.”

“Your parents adopted your younger sister?”

“Yeah, all of us kids are. I was actually adopted from Norway.” Kristoff comments.

“Really? Anna’s face brightens at his revelation. Kristoff nods in response with a small smile.

“My Norwegian is only marginally better than my French.”

“Well, I’d be happy to help you make it much better than your French. Shouldn’t be hard, your French is horrible.” Anna teases, bumping his shoulder with her own. The young man smiles down at the small nurse.

“I’d like that.” He nods. That conversation was the last moment of peace he’d get all night, which was spent jumping foxhole to foxhole to patch up men injured by the airstrike.

Over the next three weeks, Kristoff returns to the village several times to see her. They talk about several things, mostly their families. Anna often spoke of her sister back in Norway and how much she missed her. It was in the third week Kristoff had brought her a surprise. He found her sitting on the ground in front of the church staring out into the ruined village. Smiling up at the tall private when she notices him approaching her.

“Hello.” She greets.

“Hullo…” He shyly smiles in responds. “I have a surprise for you.” Anna’s brow crease as he begins to dig around his bag. Pulling out the object out of the bag Kristoff holds the object out to Anna. He lets out a chuckle as she snatches it from his hand.

“Chocolate!” she exclaims with a wide grin, looking over the bar to ensure it was real.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a grown a woman so excited over chocolate.”

“Oh…I’m sorry.” She apologizes, sheepishly handing the bar back to the 4th-grade technician.

“No! no Anna, it’s yours. I-uh saved it for you.” He rubs the back of his neck as he admits saving his ration for her. Anna withdraws her hand, placing the bar back onto her lap.

“Takk skal du ha.” Anna says in her native tongue with a smile. “I haven’t had chocolate in forever. Not since I left.” She states, opening the chocolate bar and takes a bite of it. It wasn’t even good chocolate, but as far as she knew it was the best thing she had in years. Kristoff smiles as he watches the young nurse eat the candy in her hands.

“What brought you to Belgium?” Kristoff asks as he sits next to her on the ground. Anna breaks off another piece of cholate, sighing.

“Elsa and I tried to leave but by the time we got our papers in order, Sweden had closed its borders.” Anna explains. “Elsa rerouted our escape through Denmark, but they wouldn’t let her to cross the border.”

“Why not?” Kristoff inquires.

“We don’t know. My ex-fiancé was a collaborator, I always assumed he had something to do with it. I think he knew Elsa would try to leave but didn’t think I would. Once I got to Denmark, I came here with the hope I’d be able to get to Britain.” Anna sighs. “But no one was going to England so…I stayed.”

“Do you write to her?”

“I do, but I never send them. I’ve tried but they never reach her. I’ll give them to her when I see her again.” Anna shrugs. “I know it’s stupid, but it comforts me.”

“It’s not stupid.” He shakes his head, reaching into his bag; unveiling a stack of letters to hand to her. Anna delicately takes them, running her finger along with them. “Letters to my family, mostly my ma.”

“Why don’t you send them?” Anna hands the stack back to him.

“It’s just ten letters basically about the same thing and the army redacts basically everything you write anyway. There’s really no point.” He shrugs putting the stack back into his bag.

“I’m sure she’d want to hear from you. After everything you’ve told me about your Ma, she must be missing you. Plus, I like to think once your company moves on, you’ll want to write to me.” Anna blushes, brushing her hair back behind her shoulder.

“Y-you would?” He asks. Nodding in reply Anna places her hand on top of his, lightly brushing her index finger against his knuckles. “I will then and who knows…maybe before I head back stateside, I’ll find my way back here.” Anna stands to turn to him to smile at the young man.

“I’d like that.” Leaning over Anna presses a chaste kiss on his stubbled cheek. “I should get back in there. Thanks for the chocolate.” She walks away from him, making her way back to the church.

“I’ll be back in a few days!” Kristoff calls out. Anna turns back to him, giving him the brightest smile, she could muster; one which made his heart pound in his chest. She waves to him before heading back into the church.  

Kristoff returns to the forest that night, sitting in his foxhole with Sven; who was teasing him about Kristoff’s nurse for the majority of the night. Though he denied most of his friend’s claims, he had to admit he hoped that their friendship would become something more after the war was over.

The next few days were filled with treating minor injuries or conditions, lecturing all the men on how to prevent frostbite. The quiet didn’t last long, it never did. The airstrikes continued into the new year and it seemed to make the winter even worse. The airstrikes were further away tonight; those poor bastards in the 101st was all he could think all night. Though the shelling wasn’t on them, the sound was off-putting nonetheless. No one slept that night.

Kristoff went into the town the next day, getting to see Anna was what got him through the night. As the jeeps drive into the town Kristoff panics, it was all different. Jumping off the car before it came to a stop, he sprints to the church. His heart dropping as he sees the now ruined church.

“Anna!” He calls out, hoping she’d show up. He looks around frantically, hoping for a miracle that she wasn’t in the church when it fell. In the corner of his eye, he sees her fiery hair, spinning on his heel Kristoff sees the nurse laying among other bodies. He makes his way to her side, dropping to his knees on the stone. He takes her wrist into his hand, trying to feel for a pulse. There wasn’t one. He sits back brushing her unbound hair from her face.

“Anna…” He whispers, his hand stroking her soft cheek. Leaning over Kristoff presses a kiss to her lips. Something he should have done earlier. She still looked perfect, as perfect as the first time he saw her over a month ago. He doesn’t know how long he sits there with her, but Ryder had to drag him away from her body. As he’s about to stand he notices a letter sticking out of her apron. He grabs it without another thought. He kisses her lips once more before standing to follow Ryder. He goes back to his foxhole and sits with Sven quietly. Kristoff plays with the edge of the letter, debating if he should read it. It’s not until his best friend falls asleep does, he decides to read it. Dear Elsa, Kristoff came to visit me again today; I think he’s finding excuses to see me whenever he can. He blushed profusely when I kissed his cheek, so I hope he’ll take the hint for Next time and kiss me. He also said he’d write to me when his company leaves the Ardennes and even come to find me after the war finishes. I really hope he does; I know this sounds crazy But I think I would go to the United States with him if he asked; we have family in Minnesota, right? Of course, I won’t be expecting marriage it’s too soon for that and we barely know each other; I learned my lesson. But I could see a future with him. Lots of Love, Anna.

Kristoff’s head lolls back against the dirt, his ears ringing as her words echo through his head. Closing his eyes to get rid of the tears forming in his eyes, he couldn’t believe she was gone. He would’ve asked her to come back Stateside with him in a heartbeat, he had seen a future with her as well. But that was all gone now. The screeching of planes causes him to open his eyes to look at his now awake friend. He and Sven stare at each other mentally preparing for the night ahead of them before the shell hits their foxhole. Her letter still clutched to his chest.

#kristanna #kristoff bjorgman #anna of arendelle #WWII au #fanfic #Based off of Band of Brothers Episode 6 #anna #kristoff

[true-love-will-thaw]

An Old Friend’s Advice

Rating: K+

Word Count: 2,242

Summary: When Kristoff doesn’t find the Queen in her office like she usually is most afternoons, he discovers her asking for advice from an old friend. Quick one-shot I wrote about Anna dealing with being Queen. Canonverse, takes place 1 year after Frozen 2.

Note: No, this is not the fic I mentioned earlier that I had finished, but this idea came into my head and I wrote it surprisingly fast so here it is. Hopefully the other one will be up soon but probably not for a while because I see star wars tomorrow ahhh.  

A mug of cocoa in each hand, Kristoff entered Anna’s office, just like he did most afternoons when she wasn’t preoccupied somewhere else. One mug plain with a cinnamon stick floating in it and another covered in a mountain of mini marshmallows, he set both down on the desk, surprised that she wasn’t there. Though Anna, even as Queen, wasn’t particularly keen at sticking to her assigned schedule, he thought by now he’d figured out where to find her most days, depending on what was going on. He looked around the office and nearby rooms briefly for her, and then stopped to think, double checking in his head that this was where she was supposed to be.

Anna’s schedule, though hectic and less than traditional, was fairly consistent. Even though most weekends were wild cards (consisting of jam packed visits from Elsa, family trips to visit the Northuldra, or occasionally a weekend away with her husband), her weekdays were fairly predictable. Most mornings she ate breakfast together with the family, (though he often had to pull her out of bed; he knows mornings aren’t the easiest for her), where she would get excited for the day and often discuss the daily events with everyone. Mondays and Wednesdays she spent the morning listening to citizen requests, learning what her people needed and how she could best provide for them. Tuesday and Thursday mornings she went into town and visited the people herself, checking in on the merchant’s guild, visiting the sick in the hospital, or reading to the children at the school. Friday mornings were her favorites, where she and Olaf went into town to simply chat with people and have fun. Without crowns, schedules, or fancy dresses, Anna and Olaf would go buy fresh bread from the baker, pick flowers in the meadow, or go window shopping in the square. She talked to the people as their friend, not as their queen, even though if they had a request for her she’d always stop to listen. After lunch with the family, most of Anna’s afternoons were spent communicating with foreign dignitaries, whether by occasionally actually hosting them for a meeting or by writing letters and other formal communications. She still enjoyed it, but this work was the nitty-gritty of her job as queen. Though she had made friends with many of their foreign allies and did not mind writing to them directly, it was going over detailed treaties and trade agreements that tended to bog her down. At that time is when Kristoff often found her in her office, reading through the intricate details of documents that would keep their alliances intact. Kristoff, as King consort, did have a few responsibilities of his own, though not many. He was the royal liaison to the ice harvester’s guild, and met with them as well as the fishermen, merchants, and farmers on a semi-regular basis in the mornings. Though he used to not enjoy talking to people, over the years spending more time in the kingdom he had made many friends with the people of Arendelle, and did not mind their company. It was when dealing with other royals and foreign dignitaries that he began to tense up, however that was where Anna shined. The majority of his afternoons consisted of eating lunch with the family, tending to the stables for an hour or so, and then making two steaming hot cups of cocoa and meeting Anna in her office. He would walk in and know exactly what kind of day she was having based on her actions at her desk. If she was staring down intently at a paper, scribbling furiously with a quill with her tongue barely sticking out the side of her mouth like it did when she was focused, he would simply set the cocoa down on the desk next to her, give her a light kiss on the head, and leave her to her work. If she looked relaxed and happy about the work on her desk, he would hand her the cocoa and sit on the sofa in front of the fire while she continued to work, discussing all of the exciting papers she was sifting through. Occasionally he would pick up a book and read there whenever their conversation slowed and she went back to her documents, but he always put it down as soon as she wanted to talk again. If she looked tired or defeated at the sight of the work on her desk, he would hand her the cocoa and they would get up and take a break together. Sometimes she would be excited to see him, wondering why he took so long, and grab his hand, rushing out to the gardens for a much needed walk outdoors to clear her head. Other times she would be so tired that he would have to pull her from the desk and take her over to the sofa, where she lied down next to him and closed her eyes, the rising and falling of his chest against her head lulling her to sleep like a lullaby. But today she was none of those things, because she wasn’t even at her desk! He knew there were no events going on (she would have talked about them earlier if there were), and he couldn’t think of anywhere she would have left to go. Elsa wasn’t back in town until tomorrow, Olaf was still at school, and he just saw Sven in the stables, so he knew she hadn’t run off with any of them. He began to wander around the castle, checking her usual spots, wondering where she possibly could have gone. No one in the kitchens had seen her since lunch, the gardener hadn’t seen her since yesterday, and even Kai hadn’t seen her since the morning. Unsure of where to go next, Kristoff walked down one of the main, long hallways in the castle, until he noticed an open door. Which room is that? He thought to himself. Though he had lived in the castle for years now, there were still several rooms he struggled to find without help. Is that the library? No... it’s the... portrait gallery? He approached the door and walked in slowly, not sure who he’d find. Of course, he should’ve known, because there she was. His wife, the Queen, lying down on the floor of the portrait gallery, feet against the wall, looking up at a painting and talking quietly to herself. He walked over to her and stood beside her, his towering figure looking down at her. It had been a fairly slow day, so she was dressed no different than she usually was, choosing a simple light blue dress. She had also worn her hair down, so it surrounded her head on the floor in a pool of auburn. She gave a soft smile when she saw his head come into her field of vision. “Hey,” she said softly. “Hey,” he replied, “whatcha doing there?” “Oh, just taking to Joan,” she replied, still looking at the painting instead of at him. He looked up at the painting on the wall and saw a woman in head to toe armor, who he could only assume was Joan of Arc. “Yeah?” he said, looking back down at her, “what are you ladies talking about?” “I’m wondering if she thinks I should sign this new trade agreement with the Southern Isles we received today. All of my advisors think I should but I read over it and I don’t think the agreement seems fair.” Kristoff sat down on the floor next to Anna, and gently took one of her hands in his. She glanced at him and smiled, gladly accepting the gesture. “Hey Anna?” he said, still speaking softly to match her tone. “Hm?” she looked back up at the painting. “You know there are real people you can talk to about this, right?” he asked. “Elsa, or Kai, or...” “You,” she said, looking over at him again and lightly squeezing his hand. “Of course me, always,” he replied. “I’m not perfect, but I suppose I’m not a complete bonehead about this kind of stuff.” She laughed and sat up, now sitting face to face across from him. “Of course you’re not,” she said. “You may not realize it, but I rely on your advice the most.” He smiled back at her. “Ok, then can you tell me why you’re taking to Joan instead?” She looked back up at the painting. “When I was little, I never had that many people to talk to, so I often found myself asking the paintings for advice. I would research all about them, learn their names, and ask them their opinions on the things I did or should do. I’m pretty sure Lieutenant Mattias even helped me with my math homework once.” She chucked for a moment at the thought, as did Kristoff, now that they knew the man. “As I got older,” she continued, “I still talked to the paintings, even though I began to realize that they weren’t actually talking back to me. They weren’t giving me the answers, but they were helping me work through the problem myself and come up with the answer I already knew was right. I haven’t been back here in a long time, but sometimes when I know that I can figure something out and I know what the right answer is, I still come and talk to the paintings to work through my thoughts. And from everything I’ve read about all of the paintings in this castle, I’m pretty sure Joan is the bravest and strongest person here. I guess I figured she’d help me figure out what to do.” She looked back over at Kristoff, who was smiling at her. “You probably think I’m crazy, don’t you?” she asked. “Of course not,” he replied. “Anna, do you know why you rely on my advice so much?” “Why?” “Because my advice is always just your advice, just coming from my mouth instead of yours! Despite what you say Anna, I know nothing about any of this stuff. However I do know that you do, and you’ll do whatever you know is best for Arendelle, and that I trust your judgement. And the things you say sound like the right thing to do. So sometimes your brain goes so fast that you may get a little off track, but all I do is agree with you and redirect you back to your goal.” “Anna, it’s always been you. You always know what to do, and I know you’ll make the right decision now, about this. And if talking to the paintings still helps you I won’t stop you, but I want you to know you don’t have to do this alone any more. I’m happy to help you sort out your thoughts and reassure you that you’re doing the right thing.” “Thank you,” she said, squeezing his hand again. “Of course,” he replied as he lifted her hand up to give it a soft kiss. “So do you think not signing the treaty is the right decision? They’re asking for a 20% tariff rate which I think is ridiculous, because the most we’re paying right now is 15% to Corona, but we import a lot more from them so I really don’t think 20% is fair. And I heard they only asked for 10% from Weselton, so I feel like they’re assuming we’ll agree to anything to keep the peace between us after what happened 4 years ago. I can’t let them take advantage of us like that, right?” Kristoff smiled at her again. It was so clear she knew the answer already, she just needed someone else to reassure her. “Trust your gut,” he said. “That doesn’t sound fair to me. You know what the right thing is, and you know what our people need. I’d say do some more negotiating before signing that treaty.” And that’s all she needed to hear. “Thank you, Kristoff!” She said excitedly, giving him a peck on the cheek. She had gained her confidence back and with it, her energy, as she got up from the floor quickly, pulling him up with her.” “C’mon, I have to make a new draft of the treaty before dinner so that it’ll be done before Elsa comes back tomorrow!” She began to pull him back to the office when she stopped for a moment. “Wait, where’s my cocoa?” She asked. He laughed. “On your desk, probably cold by now since it took me so long to find you,” he replied. “But don’t worry, there’s still some on the stove I can heat up again.” “Well then, what are we waiting for?” She pulled on his arm and began to walk faster and faster down the hallway. “C’mon,” she shouted behind her, beginning to run, “last one there is a rotten egg!” Kristoff laughed as he began to chase after her. She’s extraordinary, he thought. And he was right. He wondered how on earth he got to where he was. He and his wife, the King and Queen of Arendelle, racing down the hallway. One headed to reheat a pot of cocoa and another to negotiate a trade agreement. Arendelle wasn’t perfect by any means, but he knew that with Anna as their Queen, everything was exactly the way it was supposed to be.

#fanfiction #kristanna fanfiction #frozen fanfiction #frozen 2 fanfiction #frozen #frozen 2 #kristanna #kristoff #anna #queen anna #arendelle #hope you all like it I haven't written a fic in forever!

[astaralys]

“Who are you?”

I realised this Kristanna bit in the last chapter read like a cute little ficlet so here it is for anyone who would like to read some wholesome Kristanna without trawling through an obnoxiously long fic! 

From The Next Unknown chapter 8 but should make sense on its own without spoiling anything major. I think.

Very watered down Context: Anna sends Kristoff on his first diplomatic mission.

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"You know Petra, right? She was trapped in the Forest with Mattias?"

"Of course I know Petra. We play cat and mouse with her every time we sneak into the village for date night. Those damn senses of hers."

"I know, right? She's ridiculous. Mattias and I double-teamed her once, and she still gave us a whooping. Anyway, she and the other guards will only take orders from you, so you can rely on them to have your back if you run into any trouble. Not that I think Hakon is a threat or anything—"

"Whoa, hold up. You put Petra on my guard detail?"

"What's with that reaction? I thought you liked Petra."

"I adore Petra, but that's not the point—Anna, she's part of your Queen's Guard."

"And? Elsa sent her entire Guard with me each time I left Arendelle."

He couldn't keep the exasperation out of his voice. "That's different; Elsa can take care of herself."

Anna looked over her shoulder at Sven. "Can you believe this, Sven? He's saying I'm hopeless! To my face!"

"No, I'm not!" Kristoff turned around to face her. "I'm saying I'm not hopeless and have been taking care of myself all my life, so Petra should stay with you. I already promised I'd be careful, didn't I?"

"You did. But sometimes it's not up to you." Anna reached for his hands and squeezed, speaking slowly. "Elsa put her best guards on me because she was the queen and I was her weakness. But now I'm the queen and—"

"I'm your weakness," Kristoff finished softly.

A wince. "I-I'm not saying you're a burden! It's just—you'd only be a target because of me, so if something happened to you…"

He'd be an expensive ransom. Or, more likely, an unfortunate accident in a dark corridor because who would miss a mountain man from nowhere in particular?

But he would miss out. On waking up to find his wife's arms and legs thrown haphazardly across him, blankets on the floor. On people-watching with Elsa when they both ducked out of a crowded ballroom for a break. On sharing carrots with Sven and learning new words with Olaf. He'd miss out on growing old with the family he'd finally found, and the family he and Anna could have had together.

So he wrapped his arms around her, muffling the rest of her jumbled sentence against his jacket. "I get it. Petra comes with me this time."

"Every time," she mumbled.

Kristoff rested his chin on her head and gently began untangling her bed hair. "You make it sound like I have wanderlust. Which I don't."

"There's a big chance you'll catch it, being Arendelle's official ambassador and all. You'll get to visit cool places and eat funny-looking foods we don't have."

He froze. "You're kidding, right?"

"Nope! In France, they have this amazing dessert with a layer of melted sugar, and the chef told me to crack it so I took a big swing and kind of broke the plate but it still tasted divine—"

"No, no, rewind. To that bit about me being ambassador." Kristoff drew back, his stare dumbfounded. "Please tell me you're not being serious."

Anna smiled sheepishly. "You can say no if you really don't want to do it. But it's a little too late for this trip. You didn't think I'd send you all the way out there just to babysit one moody councillor, did you?"

Coughing, Kristoff turned to pat Sven.

Who traitorously used his antlers to spin him back towards Anna.

Her joking expression fell away as her mouth dropped open. "Wait, seriously? You thought you were just an errand boy? Kristoff!"

"It's fine!" he blurted. "I know I'm not much good at anything else. That's why I volunteered. Elsa would obviously have been the better choice but since she's got her own problems, I figured this was one thing I could definitely help you with… um… Anna? Honey?"

Her eyes were even redder now, and the dangerous part was that Kristoff couldn't tell if it meant she was upset, angry, or incredulous. Or what he was supposed to do if the answer was all of the above.

"How could you—I can't even—" Anna sputtered. "Who did you think you were, Kristoff?"

"Uhh… a no one who somehow became a someone?" Seeing her expression, he hastily amended, "His Royal Highness Prince Kristoff Bjorgman of Arendelle?"

"No! I mean, yes, but… oh, I can't believe you."

Kristoff couldn't look away; couldn't do anything except brace himself for the explosion of words he could see gathering behind that fierce gaze like a nebula of disappointment.

Except Anna just sighed, "You dork," and stepped lightly onto his polished shoes, fingers fluttering along the nape of his neck, making him shiver despite their warmth.

She was the queen in her rumpled nightgown and slippers. He was the ice harvester in clothes that cost more than a sled.

As he bent down to meet her halfway, head tipped to the left, always the left, Kristoff heard echoes of a night spent huddled on the orphanage's doorstep, dwarfed by adults who kept asking, Who are you?

They'd been asking for his name, but the familiar curve of Anna's smile against his lips asked for something entirely different.

Who are you?

"Yours," he whispered.

"Mm?"

"Nothing."

It was everything.

#does this count as a royal power couple? #how does one write romance between a married couple #kristanna #queen anna #kristoff #frozen fanfiction #frozen 2 #the next unknown fanfic #my writing #the next unknown

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Between The Pipes [Chapter 1]

Rating: M Words: 1701 Pairing: Kristanna Summary: When a new owner takes over the Arendelle Ice Breakers, Kristoff isn’t sure about his future with the team. That is, until a PR nightmare throws the newest member of the media team, who also just so happens to be the daughter of the new owner, right into his arms. Kristoff and Anna can’t even stand the interviews they have to do together... how on earth are they going to fix this mess? Hockey!AU.

[Chapter Index]

Where To Read: [AO3]

Notes: Hmmm a start? I don’t have much of this written so we’ll see if it’s just another AU i abandon :^) I’m so sorry I’m trash at fic writing lmao.

Enjoy!

In.

Out.

“And Dapozza gets the puck, racing from the blue line …”

In.

Out.

“He passes to Reiman, who slaps it to Collins …”

In.

.. In.

…

“They’re fast approaching the Ice Breakers goal, the puck goes to Westergaard, he shoots …”

Breathe, god damn it!

Kristoff reacts too slowly, the puck skimming his glove as it whistles past his ear and slams into the back of the net. The goal horn sounds in this foreign arena, and the fans surrounding him break out into cheers. 

“He scores! Westergaard takes the lead with almost an impossible chance for the ice breakers to recover!”

With nine seconds left, he lost his team the game. With nine seconds left, he let the opposition get ahead. Nine seconds. Even with Sven’s quick feet and pulling him for an extra skater, there was no way they were making it back up. 

He lost them the game, lost them the conference, lost them the whole damn cup.

As he slammed his stick into the goalpost, snapping it in half, he realized he might have lost his temper, too. 

That’ll look good to the new owners.

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“You all fought hard, and I’m proud of you,” Coach Mattias hollered, his voice echoing off of the cubbies. “We climbed our way up from the bottom. We didn’t even make the playoffs last season.” He snapped his fingers and pointed around the room. “You all make me remember why I started coaching. Always trying your best, even when the going gets tough.”

Kristoff dropped his head between his shoulders, sighing as he peeled off another layer of equipment. He had been slacking this season. Mattias was just too nice to point it out. 

“We’ll get ‘em next year. For now, go home. Rest up. Enjoy your time off. When we get back, we’ll be going harder than ever.” Coach clapped his hands together before nodding and leaving the team to grieve their tough loss. 

Few words were exchanged as the men gathered their belongings, knowing later this week they’d have to do it again at home. Kristoff sat patiently, letting some of the frustration drain from his shoulders before he continued stripping down and changing into his civvies. 

After about ten minutes of his silence, Sven sat beside him and clapped a heavy hand on his shoulder. “Y’know it’s not your fault, right?”

Kristoff only grunted in reply.

“Seriously, man.” Sven dropped his palm to the bench, stretching his legs out in front of him. “I know it feels like it, but we all played kinda crap tonight. No one blames you.”

“Should have trained harder.” Kristoff wiped a palm down his face before reaching down to unbuckle his pads. “I shouldn’t have fucked off for two weeks —“

“Dude.” Sven’s fist punched into his arm with no holds barred, and Kristoff was kind of glad he still had on some padding. “Your dad was sick. No one thinks you fucked off.”

Taking a deep breath before dropping his pads to the ground, Kristoff finally lifted his gaze to meet his friends’.

“What if they trade me.”

“They won’t.”

“But what if they do.”

Sven was silent for a moment, fingers tapping impatiently against the wood. “Then,” he started, laughter twinkling in his eyes. “Then we get to be star-crossed best friends, longing for the day we can be together again,” he threw a hand up, laying the backside of it gently across his forehead as his dark curls bounced against his skin. “Plotting how to make the owners rue the day they separated us!”

Kristoff shoved him off the bench as he laughed, the knot in his chest easing slightly with every chuckle. “Shut the fuck up.”

Sven smirked up at him from the floor, flipping over as nimbly as he could to right himself again. “They won’t trade you, man. I promise.”

With a sigh, he nodded and pushed a hand through his hair. “All right.”

“Now get dressed, dickhead. We’re going to drink the pain away!”

—

The off time was exactly what Kristoff had needed. 

He flew his family in for a few weeks, spent some much needed time in the woods, and thankfully, did not get traded. It had been weighing on him for most of the summer, but it appeared that his impressive record was enough for the new owners to look past his shitty, playoff ending, final game of the season.

Him and Sven spent at least a little bit of time on the ice every day, and he was glad for it. There was nothing more freeing than skating, and nothing more thrilling than saving a beautiful shot on goal. Plus, he had been doing this since he was four, and Kristoff really missed it when he went too long away from the rink. 

But with practices starting back up, it was finally time to meet the new team owners. 

And Sven may have convinced him to go a little harder than should have been allowed last night. A last hurrah, he had said. Boy oh boy was Kristoff regretting letting that persuade him.

Armed with sunglasses, too many Red Bulls, and the sheer will of all men who lived before him, Kristoff slumped to the rink at a bright, but thankfully not too bright, seven am. He hadn’t realized how familiar he was with the back halls of the rink until he maneuvered through them with his eyes half closed, yawning wide, and grateful for these last few minutes of some sort of shut eye. 

“Excuse me?”

A chipper voice broke through his silence, and Kristoff felt his whole body vibrate with a groan. 

“Excuse me! I’m sorry, ah,” she stopped quickly when he turned to face her, venom etched into his features. “Oh. You look —“

“Can I help you?”

Her eyebrows lifted up to hide under her bangs, and Kristoff tried to ignore the slight flush that spread over her cheeks. So she was embarrassed. Probably here for one of the players. Why was she here so early? Weren’t these girls more suited for one am calls?

“Oh, yeah, um, I’ve just never been here before? I think I’m lost…”

He pushed his sunglasses up onto his head as she stammered away, growing increasingly frustrated with her rambling. 

“Locker room is for the team, staff, and media only.”

“Oh, I know, I —“

“So, call whoever it is you’re trying to meet and tell them you’ll be outside.”

Kristoff ran his eyes up and down the girl before him, appreciating the pull some of the guys on this team had. Some puck bunnies didn’t have much to write home about. At least this one was cute.

He missed the flash of annoyance in her eyes, but looked back to her face as she sighed, stood straighter, and a smile pulled at her lips. 

“Oh, wow, thank you like, so, so much?” There was a new inflection to her voice that his hungover ass couldn’t even try to decipher, and he shrugged his bag higher on his shoulder. “I’ll just…. give them a call, then. Thanks a lot!”

She turned, shoulders tense, and Kristoff shrugged her off. It wasn’t the first time a girl found her way down here. He was certain it wouldn’t be the last. 

Checking his watch, Kristoff realized there was still a good half an hour before he was required to be in the locker room. Maybe a quick stop for a power nap wouldn’t hurt. 

—

Twenty-six minutes later, Kristoff rolled into the locker room, throwing his bag into his cubby, and fell down on the bench beside Sven hard.

“Hey, man. You good?” Sven laughed and pulled the sunglasses off of his face. “Oooh,” he sighed, shaking his head. “Nope. You look like death.”

Kristoff groaned and shoved a hand against his friends’ shoulder. “I have no idea how you’re okay right now.” He rolled his head back, stretching his neck and sighed. “I’m never going out with you again.”

Sven shrugged, his whole head bobbing again. “Yeah, that’s fair.”

Kristoff stayed there, eyes shut, ignoring the other players’ sitting around him until he heard someone behind him let out a low whistle.

“Whose red-head is that?” Cooper whispered, looking back and forth as Kristoff’s eyes shot open. “And if she’s no one’s, I’m down to claim that.”

He snapped up, eyes scanning the room until he saw familiar curls talking to the coach in the corner, a clipboard clasped in her hands as she fingered through some paperwork. Sweat started beading on his back as she looked up, as if she felt eyes burning a hole in her, and when their eyes met he swore a shit-eating grin spread across her mouth.

Fuck.

“She’s…” Kristoff started, pulling his eyes away from her to look at Sven. “She’s media, right?”

Sven shrugged, frowning. “Dunno, why?”

“I…”

Coach Mattias coughed loudly, stepping up to the front of the room. “All right boys, listen up.” He clapped his hands until they all looked at him before continuing. “Thank you all for being here bright and early. I know we’re not in full swing yet, so I appreciate it.” 

Kristoff swallowed thickly as she stood up straighter, as if waiting to be…

“Mr Arne, the new owner, unfortunately could not join us today….”

He let out an almost audible sigh of relief.

Until…

“But his lovely daughter is here in his place. Miss Arne?” Mattias gestured for her to come closer with a smile. 

Oh fuck.

She stepped onto the platform with a laugh, swatting lightly at Mattias. “Just Anna is fine, coach.” 

Kristoff was trying to stop the panic he could already feel coursing through his veins. Would she hold this against him? Would she punish him for this?

“It’s so good to be here, really,” she started, pushing some loose curls back over her shoulder as the team gave her a small round of applause. “I can’t wait to meet all of you —“ her eyes flicked to Kristoff, as if making a decision, before she blinked it away and continued. “I’m sure we’re going to have a really great partnership here!”

Fuuuuuck.

#kristanna fanfic #kristanna #btpfic #feistypantswrites #its the hockey au #lets hope i dont abandon this one too bc i fucking suck lmao #sry

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Between The Pipes [Chapter 4]

Rating: M Words: 2099 Pairing: Kristanna Summary: When a new owner takes over the Arendelle Ice Breakers, Kristoff isn’t sure about his future with the team. That is, until a PR nightmare throws the newest member of the media team, who also just so happens to be the daughter of the new owner, right into his arms. Kristoff and Anna can’t even stand the interviews they have to do together… how on earth are they going to fix this mess? Hockey!AU.

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Notes: so... I should have mentioned that I’m not the biggest fan of the parents, and think they were super neglectful towards Anna. That’s very much going to be reflected in this fic :^) Agnarr isn’t a very good father lololol. ANYWAY....  

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Anna sighed as she walked into her apartment, kicking off her heels and almost immediately undoing her bra. Oh, sweet relief. Her first day went better than expected, all things considered. She had taken notes of player names, numbers, and positions, hoping to get her best chance at remembering them all. It wouldn’t look so good if she couldn’t even remember their names. 

She padded to her small kitchen, barely enough room for a stove and fridge, and poured herself a hefty glass of wine. It may have only been three in the afternoon, but she deserved it, damn it.

Moving to the living room, she fell backwards ungracefully onto her small loveseat and took in a deep breath before sipping at her glass. 

And then promptly pissed herself off by thinking about that stupid goalie.

When he had come over to meet her, Anna had noticed the way his eyes had roamed. Noticed the way his cheeks flushed. It was easy enough to play with. So she had, and then, god damn it, she found that she wanted more than just his eyes on her.

She made the next sip a long one.

He had apologized, even if it seemed forced, and she appreciated that he owned up to it, at the very least. And then he shook her hand and she felt an actual shock course up her spine.

And then she spent the next hour watching him out of the corner of her eye, imagining that stupid large hand in her hair, around her thigh, under her skirt — 

Oh my god shut up.

One of the players had scored on him, and he skated forward, ducked low, and grabbed his teammate around the waist before hoisting him over his shoulder, the whole team laughing along. If he could lift a six-foot tall hockey player over his shoulder with ease, what the hell would he be able to do to her?

She… needed to have sex, god damn it.

But not with him.

Or maybe with him.

She really didn’t know what to think. He was an ass but god damn was he attractive.

Anna was gnawing on her lip, finger twisting in her still loose curls, mind wandering farther and farther into that forbidden place when her phone started ringing. Startled and flushed, Anna scrambled across the sofa to dig in her bag and find the offensive sound. She looked down to see her fathers’ name flashing across the screen, and she practically yelped before taking a deep breath and pressing accept.

“Hi, papa.”

“Hello, Anna. How did your first day go?”

Anna sighed and slumped further down into the couch. “It went really well, but I think they all wished the actual owner was there instead of his know-nothing daughter.”

“Oh, they’ll warm up to you, everyone does.”

Her heart pounded heavier in her chest, anxiety growing with every thump. That stung, more than she thought it would.

“... Thanks, papa.”

“Are the new players I brought in meshing well with the other men”

“I… think so.” If she was being honest, Anna didn’t really know. She wasn’t one hundred percent sure who was here in the first place and who he traded for. She heard him sigh and she clenched her phone a little tighter. “I’m sorry, I think I’ll know more after a few days.”

“Sure. Well, I’m glad it went well.”

“Me —“

“Bye, Anna. See you on Sunday.”

Her eyes fluttered, trying their best to blink away the wetness that was threatening to build up behind the lids. “Yeah, papa, bye…” 

Love you, too.

Maybe she should fuck the goalie. Just to piss him off.

Anna threw back the rest of her glass, and immediately moved to get another one.

—

The next few days were a whirlwind of paperwork, learning the ropes, and practicing the kind of things she would be covering in her interviews. During games, she’d be wandering around the Arena, doing fun events with fans - games, trivia, and other similar things to help them feel included and entertained during intermissions and downtime in play.

It sounded really fun, after all! Anna really couldn’t wait to get out there and talk with the fans. She was a little nervous that they’d see right through her, but Gerda promised her that there would be little to no hockey knowledge she would actually have to know - they’d go over anything that would come up beforehand.  

With players, however, she’d be discussing outcomes, how they were feeling, how they planned to move forward from potential bad plays and penalties.

That made Anna super nervous. She was assured that the players probably wouldn’t want to talk to her too much anyway, would just want to get back on the ice or back to the locker room, and they all knew that media didn’t always know as much about the game as they did. They’d prep her before any interviews, let the players know what she knew, and it would run smoothly, no problem.

No problem.

None… nope.

She still wanted to learn more about the game, and Sven had offered.

Anna made her way to the locker room, saddened to not see him around. It wasn’t until she ran into another player, Bryant, she thought his name was, that she was directed to the weight room, assured that Sven was in there, getting in his daily sets.

As she approached, she heard his voice and the tell-tale dropping of weights, and suddenly grew slightly embarrassed. Would he want her interrupting him? Would it annoy him? She figured he seemed nice enough, but he was a professional, and probably wouldn’t appreciate some newbie from the media team bugging him to learn the basics of the game, which she could just as easily google…

But he offered.

Taking a deep breath, Anna hiked her bag further up her arm, stepped into the doorway, head down, fiddling with the bracelet on her wrist. “Hey, Sven, sorry to bother y—“

And then she made the mistake of looking up.

Standing in front of her, glistening with sweat, shirt half up his chest as he wiped at his forehead with the hem of it, was number 72, goalie extraordinaire, Kristoff Bjorgman. 

“Sorry uh,” she felt her entire face flush as her eyes took in the sight before her, hard chest, strong stomach, thin waist with a defined hipbone and Jesus Christ this was not fair. “Sven uh, you…” she hummed, reaching down to the bag on her shoulder desperate to turn her focus anywhere, anywhere but the delicious drip of sweat that had started between his pecs and was slowly making its way down down down.

“Hey, Anna!” Sven laughed, looking between the two of them. “What’s up?”

She tried to focus on him, the one who was not tormenting her with his body. Totally ignoring the smirks that had stretched on both of the mens’ faces. “Oh, god, nothing really.” She pulled out a useless piece of paper and shook her head in annoyance. “Just, um, went over what my responsibilities would be here on the media team and…”

Her eyes glanced up for just long enough to see Kristoff’s hands move to his hips, dropping his shirt, but not enough because there was still a damn piece of skin peeking out over his loose basketball shorts and Anna started backing up with a laugh.

“Well, god, you know I don’t know anything,” she bumped into a piece of equipment before startling and jumping to the side. “You said you’d be willing to teach me? I was…” and then she tripped over her own feet and rammed her back into the doorframe. Mumbling a curse under her breath, she did her best to stand tall and bite down her blush, which had spread down her chest and warmed her entire body. 

“Are you still able to help?”

Sven was snickering behind his hand, glancing up at Kristoff before turning his gaze back to Anna. “Yeah  Anna, absolutely.”

“Great!” She was definitely too perky. “That’s… that’s great, thanks so much. So we can set a time —“ Turning her head to check her surroundings first, Anna stepped backwards through the doorway. “Maybe early next week, um, okay, thanks!”

As soon as she was out of sight, Anna leaned back against the wall and sighed, blushing deeper when she heard Sven burst out laughing, a loud “I told you so!” following.

Oh Jesus fucking Christ.

—

Her father, true to his word, showed up early Sunday morning, meeting her and Coach Mattias at the rink. They gave him a tour, a quick overrun of all their plans for the season, and soon enough, he seemed elated. 

“It all sounds great. Thank you, Mattias. Anna, shall we?”

Anna glanced briefly at the coach, apologies in her eyes at the short meeting and abrupt departure of her father, before following him down the hall. “Papa, you should really meet all the guys —“

“There’s time for that, later.” He turned back to her for just a moment, frowning. “Is there anywhere decent around here for lunch?”

And soon they were driving towards the local pub, one that Anna had been frequenting in lieu of actually getting groceries for her apartment. It was delicious, but rough around the edges. Maybe that’s why she liked it so much. The complete opposite of everything in LA. 

Her father didn’t agree.

There was clear disgust on his face as they sat at a booth, and he immediately started laying out napkins as if to protect his skin from the wood of the table.

“Papa…” she groaned, rolling her eyes. “It’s clean.”

“I’m sure.”

They ordered, and sat in silence for a while as he turned to his phone, checking emails and anything else that could distract him from their first moment together in almost two weeks. 

Anna bit at her lip and picked at her nail. “So… how are things?”

He blinked up at her, frowning. “I suppose, just fine. Elsa is working closely with me, keeping an eye on new and upcoming players. We’re hoping to make it to the finals this year.”

She tried her best to give him a genuine smile. “Oh, yeah, that sounds good.” Her eyes dropped to the table, continuing to scratch nervously at her nail. “Things are good here, too,” she tried, hoping for some actual engagement. 

When he put his phone down with another sigh, Anna counted it as a win. “That’s great, Anna. Do you think you’ll like your job?”

An actual smile graced her lips before she let out a little laugh. “Oh, yeah, I think it’ll be great. Sven —“

“Sven?”

“Oh, the… the captain. Pederson?”

“Right, yes.”

“He,” she mumbled, confidence dwindling. “He’s going to teach me a bit about the game, help me actually understand what’s happening, so I don’t… you know, make a fool of myself.” Anna finished with a laugh, thankful that she could see their food coming from the corner of her eye.

“Well, yes.” He paused to thank the waitress, smiling. “That’s… good.”

Anna swallowed, hearing the hesitation in his voice.

“Yeah, and, uh…” She started pulling her silverware out of the napkin roll. “Well, I had a little problem with the goalie, at first. But I think —“

“Please don’t cause any trouble.”

She could already feel tears prickling at her eyelids. “What? He —“

“I didn’t mind you messing around with them in LA, Anna. We had no… investment to worry about.”

His face was so stoic, she couldn’t bear to look at him. 

“I do not want to —“

“Please, Anna. We can’t afford your… reckless behavior, this time.”

“I never did anything…”

Agnarr snapped at the waitress, and Anna felt her entire body tense. God, she hated when he did that. But calling her over was her father’s way of stopping the conversation. He clearly had no interest in hearing what she had to say, and suddenly Anna couldn’t wait for him to leave.

She never did anything in LA. Just a couple dates with lame guys, only one of whom was decent enough for her to even want to hook up with. And by the end of it, Anna realized that he was the most self-centered man she had ever met who only cared about getting himself off, and then she blocked his number and moved on with her life.

And quite frankly, she did not appreciate her father insinuating something different.

What a nice visit this was turning out to be.

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