Kristoff had already finished setting up the trees in the barn by the time the shop opened and was just heading over to the shop to warm up before his shift started, when he ran into an unexpected body. Scrambling to find purchase, he wound up with one hand clutching the edge of the counter, and another wrapped around the strangers waist, her weight pressing down on him.

"O-oh gosh, I'm sorry. I'm -"

He stood up, straightening his back to his full height, and brushed off the front of his shirt. By the time he looked back down at the girl, she was blushing furiously and gnawing on her lip. He grunted some form of acknowledgement and stepped around her.

"You must be Christopher!"

His ears perked up, but he continued his trek over towards the space heater. "Kristoff."

"Oh. Sorry! Mister Oaken told me about you! I guess I got the name wrong…" She paused and he hoped she was done talking. "But I was close! Kristoff. Kristoff… hack off the off and it's Kris! Well… Krist. But Kris sounds better. Krissy?"

Rolling his eyes, he noted that her voice was chipper and warm and kind, and felt his cheeks flushing that it was saying his name so many times in a row.

"I prefer Kristoff."

"Okay. Kristoff!"

He heard the heels of her boots clacking against the ground as she paced back and forth.

"Well… I'm Anna, if you were interested."

Shrugging, he rubbed his hands together. "Not particularly."

Anna moved around again, humming to herself and clicking her tongue, touching everything in the store. It aggravated him to no end, and he turned on his heel to scold her, but froze when he finally got an actual look at her. She was small and pale, with long red hair that was plaited rather messily, and had a large smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Kristoff bit down his blush.

"What are you doing in here anyway?"

She smiled at him and he felt a weakness in his knees.

"I'm working in the gift shop!"