Part One: "Last Christmas, I gave you my heart. And, the very next day, you gave it away."

"ELSA! I FOUND IT!" Anna ran for the perfectly lush fir tree that seemed to be standing sequestered from the others, at the top of the hill. Her tongue was wedged between her teeth, her face screwed up in determination as she trudged as fast as the white fluff would allow her.

"Find one you like, Miss?" came a deep, vaguely familiar, voice behind her.

"Yep!" she called, not bothering to look back. No one was going to get this tree. "That's the one! Oof!" As she had taken another step, her foot never seemed to reach the ground. Of course until she was waist deep in the snow. And before she could even ask for help, big hands took her under the arms and pulled her effortlessly out of the snow. She dusted the snow off of her jeans before turning around. "Thank you so much fo—Kristoff?"

Tall, broad-shouldered, and just as ruggedly handsome as she remembered him, stood Kristoff Bjorgman, an old friend. A very close, old friend. Anna's cheeks burned, and to her relief, his face went a shade darker as well. "Anna… Wow… It's been a while!" he chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his head. He was having a difficult time keeping eye contact.

Anna couldn't take her eyes off of him, though. "How have you been?" she asked softly, fiddling with the end of her braid, something he had always found cute when they were close.

He shrugged. "Can't complain, I guess." Their past was a difficult one, and it pained him to think of it. His stomach was already turning in knots just thinking of the one that caused them to go their separate ways in the first place.

"A-and your mom? Your siblings? How are they? I've missed them…" The last part slipped out, but she was so eager to keep him talking that she wasn't thinking straight. She had pushed him away, regretted it tremendously, and here he was, like fate was giving her a second chance.

He shifted uncomfortably, resting his axe over his shoulder, his free hand in his pocket. "They're great," he said, putting on a smile. God, she was just as stunning as he remembered her. It had only been a year, sure, but it was a year too long. She nodded, smiling, happy to hear it. "So, um…" He sighed. "Are you here alone?"

"Oh… No, actually."

"I see…" He wasn't ready for this. Wasn't ready to face her, to see her with him, to talk about that night. Too many emotions circulated through the cavities of his chest, slowly but surely slithering around his heart, like constrictors, squeezing painfully.

Anna could see the pain in his eyes, and it nearly shattered her very being. She tilted her head to the side, leaning forwards, trying to get him to look at her again. "I'm here with Elsa," she said, trying on a small smile, one she prayed that he could read. "Just Elsa."

Kristoff looked up at this. Something in her intonation was giving him some silent clue. But… that couldn't be. It was too good to be true. "You're not—" he began slowly, but was cut off.

"Anna!" Elsa appeared from a group of trees, her steps slowing as she saw to whom Anna was speaking. Her lips turned up in a smile, genuinely glad to see him. "Well hello, Kristoff," she said, stopping next to Anna, hooking arms with her sister. "It's very good to see you," she said, looking over at Anna before back to him. "You work here?"

"Nice to see you, too, Elsa. And, yeah. Just through the holiday season, of course. Gotta pay the bills somehow," he added with a nervous chuckle. "Mindless busy work…" He was rambling now, his brown hues focused on the redhead who, for the first time since he had pulled her from the snow, wasn't looking at him. She was staring at her gloves. Without intending to, he took this time to study her. She looked broken. Unhappy. The sparkle in her eyes, the lust for life, it was gone. And if his suspicions were true, he'd find and gut the son of a bitch himself for hurting her. What had happened in the last year? "But, um… yeah. You wanted that tree there?"

Anna looked up at him and nodded meekly, that small smile returning.

Once the tree was tied to the top of their car, Anna waited for Elsa to climb in and close the door before hurrying to the tall blonde walking away. "Kristoff, wait!" She caught up with him, placing her hand on his arm, and he swore there was some sort of magnetic current flowing between them. "Look, I know things didn't end well with us… And there's not a day that goes by that I don't regret it." She looked down at her feet, tucking a curl behind her ear. "I was wondering…" She took a big breath and sighed. You can do this, Anna. "I was wondering if you would like to get coffee with me sometime. I've, uh… got a lot to tell you and a lot of apologies to make…" She risked a glance up at him, and her heart did a somersault when she saw the small, soft smile on his lips.

"I'm really glad you asked, Anna." He dug in his pocket and pulled out a pen before taking her small hand in his. They both took a moment to gaze at their hands. Elsa honked the horn, and Anna jumped, causing a nervous giggle to erupt. Kristoff chuckled a bit, too, and it was music to her ears. He scribbled his number on her palm, and when he was finished, she took it from him.

"So neither of us has an excuse…" she explained softly, taking his hand and doing the same. "Call me, Kristoff…please," she begged with a sad smile. He returned it and nodded, watching as she walked reluctantly to the car.

Anna could feel her lip trembling. She promised herself, as he cut down the tree, that she wasn't going to cry. And before she knew what she was doing, her feet were carrying her back to Kristoff. She flung her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "I am so sorry, Kristoff," she whispered in his ear as he wrapped his arms around her. "I've missed you so much."

He held her tight for a moment before pulling back. "We'll talk, Anna, alright? I promise." He took her chin between his fingers gently and lifted her face up, kissing her cheek. "I missed you, too," he whispered back in her ear.

He walked her back to the car and opened the door for her. "I think this belongs to you," he lightly teased to Elsa as Anna climbed in. She was grinning at her hands in her lap, a light blush on her cheeks. "Be careful, Else… you carry precious cargo." She nodded, waving, and with that, he closed the door, and they were gone.