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Previously on Christmas Inn-heritance:

Kristoff stood there, dumbfounded. He hadn't expected that kind of a reaction from her. Wasn't she the one in the wrong for lying to him? For keeping him in the dark about who she really was?

He ran a hand through his hair. He had come off pretty harsh. And she had made some pretty good points about him judging before knowing the whole story...

He shook it off, rolling his shoulders back and focusing on his work. He was never going to see that annoying, frustrating, beautiful, funny, exhilarating redhead ever again. So what should it matter what he thought?

Chapter Seven: The End

Anna slammed the door behind her, wiping at her eyes as she came down the porch steps. Beth had just pulled up to the inn and was climbing out of the car. She furrowed her eyebrows when she saw the redhead.

"Anna! You're leaving already? But it's Christmas Eve..," she stopped as she saw her red nose and teary eyes. "Oh sweetie, what's wrong?" She waved it off.

"Um, nothing. I'm okay. Hans and I, uh, we have to get back to the city today," she said. Beth frowned.

"That's too bad. I was hoping you would be able to come to the Dinner with Santa. You collected all those wonderful items for auction. And I know Krissy...he was real excited to have you there," she said softly, glancing at Hans in the car. He looked impatiently at his watch.

Anna snorted. "Not so much anymore. But thank you...for everything." She pulled the larger woman into a tight hug. Anna started to walk towards the car before Beth quickly grabbed her arm.

"Oh, I forgot something!" she exclaimed. She reached into the box in her arms and pulled out a pair of oven mitts with Anna's initials neatly stitched at the bottom.

"I figured you didn't have a pair of your own, but now that you're a baking wiz, you're gonna need one," she finished. Anna smiled widely, hugging them to her chest.

"Beth..," she breathed. "Thank you, I love them. And, thank you for keeping my secret too." Beth smiled.

"You're welcome. Merry Christmas. Don't be a stranger." Anna nodded. A long, loud honk sounded from Han's car. Anna grimaced at the noise, sending an apologetic look towards Beth.

"Okay, I should go." She gave her one last hug before going to climb into the passenger seat of the car. Beth waved from the porch, letting out a heavy sigh.

She watched as their car pulled out from the driveway and onto the snowy road. Inside, the inn was quiet. Usually Kristoff was working the front desk or reading by the fire. He loved quiet time to himself in the lobby when it was this dead.

The sound of 'Silent Night' pierced her ears as she walked deeper into the lobby. She turned her head towards the source: her son's workroom. She sighed, setting the box down and making her way towards it.

She slowly opened the door and approached Kristoff's work desk. He was leaning back in his chair, his eyes staring blankly into nowhere. Beth leaned against the tall, metal shelving unit and sighed.

Kristoff quickly sat up. He hadn't realized she'd come in. She put her hands on her hips and motioned her head towards the radio.

"What's with the song? You hate this song." He shrugged, thumbing at the lip of his desk.

"It seemed fitting," he mumbled. Beth furrowed her eyebrows, walking closer to his desk.

"Alright, what in the world happened? I'm gone for how long and you two go from puppy eyes to big mopes?" she asked, exasperated.

Kristoff sighed. "She's gone now, so it doesn't matter." Beth raised an eyebrow at him.

"Obviously it does matter or you wouldn't be sitting here making yourself miserable. Now you tell your mama what happened," she said firmly. He groaned, wiping his face with his hands.

"She's not who she said she was. Her real name is Anna Randelle. As in 'Home & Heart Gifts' Randelle," he grumbled. She shook her head a bit, expecting him to go on.

"And?" Now it was Kristoff's turn to be confused.

"What do you mean? She was lying about who she was!" Beth rolled her eyes.

"So she's a rich heiress, not a terrorist. Besides, I've known all this time and it never made a difference to me!" she exclaimed. Kristoff stood in surprise.

"You knew this whole time?! And you didn't think to mention it?!"

She shrugged. "It wasn't my secret to tell. And by the sounds of it, it wasn't hers either." He furrowed his eyebrows once more.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his tone quieter.

"After I'd figured it out, she told me part of the deal with her sister was that no one was allowed to know who she really was. No one. She didn't want her receiving any special treatment." Kristoff swallowed hard.

"Well, she should have told me. After everything that happened between us, Anna and I were different. She could have trusted me," he said, frustrated. Beth sighed. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"And I'm sure it ate her up inside every single day. She's a sweet girl, Krissy. No matter how mad you may be right now, you can't deny that." A sharp pang of guilt racked through him at the sound of his adopted mother's words.

He remembered the awful things he'd said to her before she left. He had just been so mad! And at the time, he thought she deserved every bit of his anger. But his mom was right, who Anna was inside was a kind, caring person who didn't deserve to be treated like that.

He shrugged. "Well she's gone now, so what good does that do?" Beth crossed her arms in front of her, fighting the urge to smack her son upside his big head.

"Kristoff Bjorgman, you really are quite the fixer upper."

Anna pawed through the letters in the wood box as Hans drove down the snowy road. Her brows furrowed in frustration as she searched. Finally, she gave up, letting out an exasperated sigh.

"I can't find it! It's not in here!" she exclaimed. Hans perked an eyebrow at her.

"What isn't?" he asked, though by the sound of his tone, he didn't sound all that interested.

"This year's letter. I was going to send it to Olaf once he got back, but it's not in here!" Fear suddenly struck her as a thought crossed her mind. She remembered digging through the letters in her room at the inn. Could it have fallen out..?

"It has to be back at the inn," she groaned. "We have to go get it." Hans nearly flipped his lid.

"Are you crazy?! We just left! We'll miss our flight! Just forget about it, it's not that important anyway. It's just some stupid letter," he yelled angrily. Usually this kind of outburst from Hans would make Anna give in. She was tired of dealing with his tantrums, and it was just easier to give him what he wanted.

But something inside her had really changed this trip. She wasn't the same Anna she was before. She wasn't going to be pushed around by him any longer. Her fists slowly curled tightly.

"It isn't 'some stupid letter'!" she yelled. Hans flinched at her volume. She never had yelled at him before. "This is my family tradition. And it's important to me!"

Hans rolled his eyes. "You know, I've been pretty patient with you, but enough is enough. I'm sick of your family's stupid cutesy traditions. Just get over it! Can we just get on with our vacation?!"

Anna stared at him in shock. This whole time was him being patient? A soft beeping sounded from the dashboard, eliciting a loud groan from Hans.

"Great," he muttered. "Now we need gas." Anna stared straight ahead as they drove on, her expression hard as stone. What kind of life was she setting up for herself?

They'd eventually stumbled upon a gas station right outside the city limits. Anna looked up. As if some sign by fate, there stood the giant steel bus, gassing up on its way up to North Mountain. Hans sighed.

"Look, if your little boyfriend back there at the inn finds the letter, he'll just send it to your office, right? He knows how important those are to your family, to the company," he started. He laughed a bit.

"I mean, that whole poor, pathetic town is practically built around the legend of 'Home & Heart Gifts'," he finished. Anna raised a suspicious eyebrow at him.

"What makes you think he knows who my family is?" she asked. Hans hesitated for a moment, turning his gaze away from her. Anna shifted in her seat, anger bubbling up within her.

"How did he know who I am?" she asked again.

He waved her off. "So maybe I let it slip out last night. What's the big deal?" She gaped at him. She'd asked him for one thing! One! To keep her secret for the one day that he was there, and he couldn't even do that for her!

"Why would you do that?!" He rolled his eyes.

"It was an accident! He was going to find out sooner or later anyway," he said, brushing her off. She stared out the front window in disbelief.

Hans scoffed. "Who cares what those people think?" She turned to face him again, her face contorted with hurt and anger.

"I care!" she yelled. "Me! The whole reason I was sent to North Mountain was to learn from them! And do you know what I learned? I love that town. I love the people in that town, and I love the person they've changed me to be!" He scoffed again, making Anna feel as small as the snowflakes outside her window.

"Look, babe, you don't belong there. You know that." Now it was Anna's turn to scoff. With ease, she slipped her engagement ring off her finger.

"No, Hans. I don't belong with you." She dropped the ring into his hands and climbed out of the car. She opened the trunk and dragged her bag out, hauling it towards the big, steel bus.

"Don't be ridiculous!" Hans called out from behind her. "Where are you going?" She motioned her hands towards the neon words scrolling across the side of the bus.

"Back to North Mountain!" she yelled back. He shook his head, throwing his hands up in the air.

"But what about Maui?!" he whined. Anna rolled her eyes.

"You should go by yourself," she yelled back. "I'm sure you'd enjoy the company." With that, she climbed onto the bus.

Kristoff stood off to himself away from the crowd at the Dinner with Santa. People were dancing to the music, Santa was chatting with the smaller children and taking pictures. Everyone else was fawning over the auction items Anna had graciously collected. His heart broke as he looked at them.

He forced himself to look away and focus on the performers on stage. He had to learn to forget about her, just like had done years before.

He took another swig of his drink, turning towards the door. It pushed open, revealing a certain fiery redhead behind it. Kristoff nearly spit. He coughed for a second, desperate to clear his windpipe.

The coughing had drawn Anna's attention, her eyes falling on the blushing brute. She slowly made her way over to him. He set his drink down on a nearby table.

"I thought you'd be long gone," he mumbled. She shrugged.

"Things change." He kept his eyes low, afraid to meet her own. He couldn't resist her gorgeous puppy eyes.

"But I do have to ask..," she continued. "I think I left behind this year's letter at the inn. Have you seen it?" She no longer had a key to her room anymore so it wasn't like she could just waltz in there and search for it.

He sighed. "No, I haven't. Sorry." She groaned. What was she supposed to do now? She doubted he would help her look.

"Won't Hans mind that you're back here?" he asked, his voice dripping with disdain. She shrugged.

"Don't know. And I don't really care," she said honestly. She placed her hands on the tall table standing between them. Kristoff's gaze shifted to her bare ring finger. He looked up at her in surprise.

"That's a pretty bold move..," he said simply. Honestly, those were the only words he could muster. There were so many emotions swimming within him right at this moment. Regret, sadness, anger, happiness, the strong desire to wrap her in his arms and kiss her senseless. It was hard to figure out which branch to follow.

She shrugged. "It took me long enough, but I finally wised up. Hans was never right for me. I guess sometimes bold moves are worth making. Worth the risk." She couldn't help but stare at him, her eyes refusing to slip away. Kristoff swallowed hard.

That warm feeling he'd begun to suppress started to rise up in his stomach again. His palms started to sweat and his breathing began to stagger.

"What do you want me to say, Anna?" he asked. He sounded exhausted. She frowned a bit. He'd already been so hurt before, and right as he was opening up again, all this happened. Just his luck that she would be the one to come along and break his heart.

Her eyes shifted to what stood on the auction table behind him. His wood carvings. Her eyes lit up as she eyed them.

"You brought them," she breathed. "And you added lights! That's a fantastic idea." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Anna watched him for a minute. She had really gotten to him, hadn't she?

This whole time she had been so focused on how much she had changed, she failed to see how much Kristoff had too. All because of her. And if she was being honest, she was the new and improved way she was because of him too.

"Look," she said, coming around the side of the table to stand in front of him. He hadn't realized how much shorter she was than him. "When I first came to North Mountain, I really didn't want to be here. But then I met you. You were the one that changed all that."

Kristoff watched her, his eyes staring deep into hers. He tried as hard as he could to look away, but he couldn't. Something was pulling him towards her, like a magnet.

"Ever since I lost my parents, I've been fighting to shut down that part that missed them. And I made a lot of mistakes in order to do it. But after meeting everyone in this town, after meeting you, it made me realize, maybe there are some things you can't get over...but it's easier to do when you're not alone," she finished.

Kristoff's eyes briefly dropped to her lips. He had been alone for so long. He didn't want to feel that way any more. Someone brushed passed him, knocking him out of his train of thought.

He cleared his throat.

"You were right...before. I shouldn't have judged you so harshly without knowing everything about you. I'm sorry," he said sincerely. Anna smiled a bit at him, making his knees weak. He needed to pull it together.

"But we're still trying to run an auction here, and I'm in charge of bids. So if you're not planning on bidding on anything..," he trailed off. She smiled as a certain bobble head caught her eye. She quickly retrieved it, holding it close to her chest.

"What is this guy going for?" she asked, her eyes wide and innocent. Kristoff couldn't help but laugh.

"A gift expert once told me that it could go for at least a million dollars," he teased. She shrugged.

"Sold." Kristoff laughed again, shaking his head. She smiled wider. She loved his laugh.

"So, a gift expert, huh?" she asked. He shrugged.

"Can I get everyone's attention, please?" a loud voice asked over the speakers. Anna and Kristoff both looked towards the stage where Santa was standing at the microphone. He smiled widely at the large crowd in attendance.

"Thank you everyone for being here tonight," he continued. "And thank you to everyone who has so far donated to our wonderful charity auction. You've all made this Christmas in North Mountain so special for so many people."

The crowd clapped. Anna tilted her head. That voice sounded familiar...

"Now before we began with the festivities tonight," Santa said, his voice cheery. "I received a very special letter. It's from an old friend who wanted to make sure that it was read tonight." He slipped on his reading glasses before opening the letter.

Anna took a few steps forward, her breath caught in her throat.

"It's dated December of this year, and it goes like this," he said. "Dear Uncle Olaf, Well the time has come for me to finally bring my dear little sister, Anna, into the reigns of the family business, with your blessing."

Kristoff stood back, watching as she drew closer to the stage. Whispers began to sound throughout the crowd as they recognized her for who she really was.

"I'm sending her to North Mountain incognito so she doesn't receive any special treatment. Instead, she'll get first hand experience with our parents' hometown and the wonderful people in it," he read. Her eyes began to tear up. Olaf stepped down from the stage, nearing Anna as well.

"I'd love for her to learn about what originally set you and our father on your path: tradition, friendship, and love. Because those are the most important things we could ever give someone else. Merry Christmas. Love, Elsa," he finished.

Anna couldn't contain herself anymore. She quickly took the last few steps and threw her arms around her father's dear, old friend. Olaf laughed as he hugged her tightly.

"Welcome to the family business, Anna," he said softly. "It couldn't happen to a finer lady." She smiled.

"So that's why you stayed away? So I could get to know everyone here?" she asked. He shrugged.

"And so they could get to know you! The real you. Without big ol' me or your sister getting in the way." She shook her head.

"But I left..," she said, her tone defeated. "How did you know I'd come back?"

"We didn't," a familiar voice said from behind her. She turned quickly around to see her sister, smiling brightly. "We has faith you'd come back. And good thing too, or else I would have made this trip out for nothing."

Anna squealed as she raced towards her sister, pulling her into a tight embrace.

"You're here!" she exclaimed happily. Elsa laughed. The two pulled away, and Anna's face instantly fell.

"I'm sorry I didn't deliver the letter myself." Elsa scrunched her face in confusion.

"How could you have? I sent it ahead before you even got here. Just so Uncle Olaf would know what was coming his way." Anna raised her eyebrows at the two.

"Why can't anyone call each other?!"

Olaf chuckled. "Because we've recorded every important step in those letters. Including this one." Elsa shrugged, placing a hand on Anna's arm.

"Besides, the real test wasn't for you to simply drop off a letter. It was for you to grow up and learn. To win the town over. I think you've done a pretty good job at passing," she said with a smile. Anna hugged her tightly again.

A familiar face stood up. After a second, Anna recognized him as the stubborn salesman from before. The one she'd had to convince with all her might to donate to the charity.

"Anyone who can convince me to donate free product..," he said. "Is a pro." Anna giggled, holding onto her sister's hand tightly.

"Oh! Elsa! Let me show you the auction!" she exclaimed, pulling her sister suddenly towards the tables filled with the auction items. Elsa laughed as she let herself be dragged along.

"Everything was donated by local shop owners. They're all one of a kind. And it actually gave me a great idea for a yearly event we could throw.."

Elsa's eyes gleamed as she scanned over the items. She crossed her arms, impressed.

"Anna, you did all this? By yourself?" she asked. The redhead nodded, twisting her fingers.

"I did! I thought it would be nice to do a something like this is Arendelle every year. Maybe more widespread, you know, being financially backed by 'Home & Heart' and all, but it would all be for charity," she said hopefully. Elsa smiled brightly.

"I think it's an excellent idea, Miss Chief Event Coordinator." Anna beamed brightly.

Kristoff watched from afar. He watched as Anna's happiness lit up the entire room. He shook his head in awe. How could someone so small spread so much joy?

Elsa squeezed Anna's shoulders. "Let's talk about business tomorrow. It's Christmas Eve. And don't think I haven't noticed that big, blondie over there who hasn't been able to keep his eyes off you."

She motioned her head towards Kristoff. He quickly looked away, blushing furiously. Anna giggled, a soft pink grazing her own cheeks. She tucked a hair behind her ear.

"That's Kristoff," she said. Elsa nodded, a hand on her chin.

"Mmhmm, and you're still talking to me and not him, why?" she asked, glancing down at Anna's bare ring finger. She wouldn't let Anna know, but she was overjoyed at the lack of a ring on her sister's finger. It had almost been the first thing she'd noticed.

Anna rolled her eyes, a goofy smile on her face as she eyed the awkward brute. He downed the rest of his drink, hoping it would keep him cool before making his way towards her.

Music had begun playing again and Elsa had quickly made herself scarce. Kristoff cleared his throat as he neared her. She smiled sweetly at him.

"So I know you're famous and all," he teased, his voice rattled with nerves. "But would you still do a lowly, local boy the honor of a dance?"

Her smiled broadened, enticing her to bite at it softly. She nodded, slowly snaking her arms around his neck. His muscular arms found their way around her waste, holding her tightly to his chest.

The song overhead softly played 'Silent Night'. Anna raised a concern eyebrow at him, but all that shown through his expression was contentment.

"This song..," she started. "Are you okay?" He shrugged, enjoying the warmth of holding her so close.

"It's not so bad anymore." She smiled brightly, feeling herself getting lost in his eyes. They continued to dance, staring intently into the other's gaze. Anna felt as if she would become lightheaded.

Kristoff smirked a bit, dipping his head towards her ear.

"Is this the part where we're supposed to kiss?" he asked, referencing their night in the woods. Anna bit her lip before shaking her head. He furrowed his eyebrows at her in confusion. Had he misread things...?

She took his hand in hers, intertwining their fingers and pulling him towards the doorway. The two looked up at the small plant above them. Kristoff smiled softly.

Mistletoe.

"Now, I think is when we're supposed to kiss," she teased. Once was all he needed. Immediately he pressed a hand to her back and the other to her chin. He guided her lips to his and kissed them passionately.

Anna felt herself melt into his embrace, fireworks exploding behind her eyes as their lips moved in unison. After a minute or so, they broke apart. Anna's lips were plump, eliciting a chuckle from Kristoff.

"Merry Christmas," she whispered. He smiled.

"Merry Christmas, Anna."

Aaaaaaand FIN!

I hope you liked this story. Go watch the actual movie on Netflix 'Christmas Inheritance', but bring lots of crackers for all that cheese! I obviously added some scenes and changed some dialogue, but the gist is the same.

Sorry again about it being posted late and not making it before Christmas. Dumb life happens. Still lots of love for ya though!

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