Alive

He remembered, most of the time. Even when he didn't, he loved her. Anna was always Anna, and Kristoff could never help loving her.

They pulled away that day with fear pounding through their veins, their clothes and blankets soaked in melted frost. Laughter echoed from the room, drawing Elsa in. The three of them cried and chattered until the nerves subsided. There and then, Kristoff knew he would never be the same. Anna glowed with heat and fire; she never froze again.

For a long time he did not know what to tell her when she asked why he didn't remember. Memory ebbed and flowed like the tide, but he always remembered her death. How could he explain? I don't want to see her face or hear her voice. The words were pain, the thoughts broken and hollow. She couldn't understand. Everything about Anna was love, unconditional and strong. His moment of weakness stood out like a stark stain against her.

"Hey, Kristoff, what's going on in the blonde head of yours?" She poked him on the forehead. He always searched for a trace of chill in her touch.

He stared at her blue eyes. She stared back. Strength for strength, they matched each other.

"I was so afraid, when I lost you. I begged them to make me forget you. I couldn't bear the thought of having you in my head, always, but never having you," He wrapped his arms around her, resting his head against her heart. "Never having you here."

"Kristoff, the trolls told me everything. We thought you would never remember, but I was determined to be with you anyway. So they told me." His shoulder tensed under her arms. "I needed to understand. And I do." Her fingers pulled through his hair. Her heartbeat thumped beneath his ear. She was alive.

Author's note:
Alright guys, I know all the chapters have been really short. There's a reason for that. I'm practicing writing query letters. In a query letter, you have to make the text short, yet interesting. You have to make the reader want to know more with a teaser. Then you finish the story.