"You're burning up!" Anna all but shouted as she touched Kristoff's forehead with the back of her hand. "You are not going out there, no way. No how."

Kristoff sighed, he had been caught, and there was no reasoning with Anna when she got like this. Perhaps if he hadn't looked so pale she wouldn't have noticed how ill he was feeling. He thought, until that moment, that he had done a good job hiding it. It was the peak of the winter harvest season and he was behind for his usual ice quota. Even though he was harvesting on a lower lake this year, making it easier to return home to Anna every night, he was behind. The weather was to blame, and though Elsa was doing her best to control it, the power of nature went beyond even her control. Today was blustery at best, but it was one of the best days he had seen in a long time and he knew to save this year's harvest he needed to leave now.

"Anna, I'm fine, really." He tried to reason with her, knowing that there was no way that this would turn to his favor. If there was one thing he knew for sure about Anna it was that she was absolutely dogged. Something he both loved and lamented in equal quantity.

Red braids swung with momentum as she stomped one foot on the ground. She was not going to let him go out in the frozen Arendelle winter with a burning fever. She loved him far too much for that. "You are not going outside and that's final."

Kristoff sighed, he knew that she was right, he was too sick to go out, and if she didn't stop him Sven certainly would. In his gut he knew that there was no hope for him or his harvesting season. He would have to stay back at the castle with Anna, Elsa, Olaf, and Sven. Regardless of this however he could not help but add, "Are you really going to stop me feisty pants?"

Anna gave him her most frustrated look before huffing out air. "I will if I have to, but I know you're going to let me have my way anyway." She put a hand on his cheek, her strong façade dissipating slightly as she did so. "You know I'm right Kristoff, you can't go out there like this."

Sighing he nodded, she knew him too well. He couldn't help but give in to her. There was something about Anna that allowed her to boss him around in a way no one else could. He supposed that it was the love he felt for her, after all you can't do much of anything against the one who holds your heart, especially when you know that they only have your best interest in mind.

"Alright, I'll stay today, but I really need to go tomorrow."

His voice was pleading as he spoke, but Anna knew that it wasn't her that he was pleading with, rather he was speaking to himself and the weather. If he was well and the weather was not absolutely cataclysmic he knew that she would let him go, even if it was somewhat reluctantly. Even though she knew that he was not speaking to her directly she nodded, "Of course, if the weather is alright you can go tomorrow." She bit her lip for a moment then added the words that always doomed him, "On one condition."

Kristoff knew those words all too well. Everything with Anna was some form of bargain, they had first met that way, and not much had changed since then. He was sure that there was no way to get around this, however and agreed. "Alright, name it."

"You have to let me help you get well."

Her eyes were glowing with excitement and sheer pleasure at her imposed stipulation. She knew that he would say yes, he had to unless he wanted to try to push past her in order to get to Sven and his sled. They were in the stable currently, and she knew that even if he tried to do so, Sven would care for his health equally as she had and would not allow him to get anywhere.

Kristoff expected as much. Of course she wanted to take care of him, it was all she ever wanted to do, and though he pretended to hate it, it was nice that someone did care that much for him. "I guess that's alright." He said, watching her excitement grow as the words passed his lips.

Anna wasted no time, "Straight to your room, boots, jacket and hat off."

"But.."

"But nothing, go!" She commanded, being as authoritative as she physically could be with her small frame and medium stature.

Kristoff simply chuckled, watching her try to look imposing and walked off to his room to do as she said. He knew that she would be following shortly, and as much as he would pretend to be annoyed, he was looking forward to her caring for him. It was only a little cold, but there was something about Anna being his nurse that made him think he wouldn't mind being ill every so often.

Anna walked a few paces over to Sven and unhitched him from his tack before sliding him the carrot that she had been bringing him from the kitchens when she first noticed Kristoff trying to leave. She loved the reindeer and was happy to see him still inside and warm. She scratched behind his ears gently as he quickly munched the orange vegetable, even eating the top. Kristoff insisted that she was making him fat and lazy with all of her special treatment towards him, but Anna knew that Sven deserved it; in fact both Sven and Kristoff deserved it. She knew better than most how hard the two of them worked and she simply loved them both to death.

After tending to her reindeer friend, giving him a little kiss on the nose just before leaving, Anna made her way to the kitchens and made a request to a smiling chef that a bowl of soup, a hot kettle of water, and a loaf of bread should find its way up to Mr. Bjorgman's room as soon as possible. She had plans to make him well, and they required warmth and fluids.

Kristoff heard the knock on the door and for a moment wondered whether or not he answered if she would come in anyway. Of course it was Anna behind the door, her spirit practically radiated through the wood. "Come in Anna." He said softly, sure of the fact that her ear was pressed against the door anyway.

Anna smiled and opened the door as fast as she could. "I have soup coming up soon and…" She cut off looking over at him. "Why aren't you in bed?" She asked moving over to him in order to remove the coat he was still wearing.

"I don't remember that being a demand of me." His chuckle was deep and teasing, however when his teasing was interrupted by a cough, Anna gave him a very disapproving look.

She shook her head and pointed at his bed, which he climbed into as soon as he finished coughing. He knew that she was right, but it didn't mean that he didn't enjoy giving her a little bit of a hard time.

Tucking him in she sat at his bedside and reached out a tentative hand to softly brush the blond hair out of his eyes. It was an absolute and total mess from the hat he had been wearing, but she like it best that way.

Kristoff finally gave in completely to her care. She only had his best interest in mind of course, and he did enjoy the attention she gave him. Being with Anna made him feel things he had never felt before, beautiful, sweet things that filled his heart with joy and warmth. He loved her and she loved him.

Anna watched as Kristoff closed his eyes. Perhaps he thought they would be closed for just a moment, but Anna knew what was happening. The full extent of his cold was hitting him and he would soon be asleep. She felt his feverish forehead again and softly kissed it as he fell deeper and deeper into sleep. She had made plans for today, she had wanted to get things done, but she could not tear herself away from his sleeping form.

His features went soft as he slept, and Anna loved to see him resting. It revealed the vulnerability about him that few got to see. She ran her thumb over his cheek lightly and tried to justify staying with him all day to herself. She knew she had things to do, but she didn't want to leave his side. "I need to wake him when the food comes." She finally said to herself softly, looking down at the sleeping man.

He had only been sleeping for a few minutes when his eye cracked open slightly and she felt herself being pulled down beside him with a strong arm. She laughed a bit, playfully yelling "Hey!" but he only grunted and fell back to sleep with a noticeable smile playing on his lips.

She no longer had to justify, being pinned down by his arm. She was trapped, but it was the happy sort of trap. He was under the blankets and she was above, but she allowed herself to be spooned by him, and wrapped up in his warmth.

She let her eyes close and mused over the trouble she'd give him if he got her ill too. In less than a half hour sleep took her, and gladly so. She was not awake to see the food arrive, and in fact they did not wake until after dinner, resulting in a famished trip to the kitchen with hands held.