Anna woke. The house was dark and quiet. The bed was incredibly warm and cosy but she was also very aware she needed to get up and go to the toilet. Ugh, what a pain, when she was so snuggly and sleepy and perfectly happy, lying here with Kristoff's arms around her…

...wait.

She was lying on her side, and Kristoff was behind her, and he had his arm round her, and she was snuggled right up against him. How had that happened? And why was it so comfortable?

But nevertheless, she needed to get up. Needed to. She lifted Kristoff's arm as carefully as she could, and wriggled her way out. He muttered something and rolled back over to his side of the bed.

By the time Anna woke up properly, Kristoff was already up and packing up his things.

"Oh, good, you're awake," he said, when she opened her eyes, groaned, and pulled the pillow over her head.

"M'asleep."

"Come on, we need to get moving or we won't get home until late."

"M'okay wi'that."

"Come on. Shift."

She lay perfectly still, hoping he'd go away. Instead, he took hold of the corner of the duvet and pulled it off the bed. Anna squawked and sat up. "You're so horrible!"

"I am, yes. Come on."

Anna forced herself to her feet, grumbling. She found her clothes, grumbling, and went to the bathroom, grumbling. By the time she got back to the bedroom Kristoff and his things were gone, so she swept her own belongings into her case and dragged it down the stairs.

After a cup of tea and a piece of toast Kristoff put everything in his car while Anna went round hugging everybody, then starting again at the beginning and hugging them all again. Kristoff did his best to hang back, but Chloe and Stephanie hugged him too, then John shook his hand, and then Anna was hugging everyone again, and he had to say "Anna, we really need to go" about three times before she would get in the car.

Anna started to doze off as soon as they started moving. After a few minutes she wadded up her jacket and wedged it by the headrest for a pillow, and then she was out like a light.

Anna didn't wake up until they stopped at the services, halfway home. After they'd got back in the car and set off, she sat looking out of the window for a while. She glanced over at Kristoff a couple of times, then finally said "I'm sorry about last night."

"It's okay."

"I was sick all over you then I - propositioned you, of course it's not okay."

"You weren't sick on me, just near me. And it was the vaguest propositioning I've ever seen, it took me a little while to realise what was happening."

"Do you get propositioned a lot?"

"Constantly. It's a struggle to get across the staffroom, some days."

Anna smiled. "It's okay," Kristoff said. "Don't worry about it."

He coughed. "So," he said. "That restaurant."

"Restaurant?"

"The Mongolian barbecue place. Did you want to try it? Next weekend, maybe?"

"Oh!"

Anna looked thoughtful for a minute. "You know what you said the other day," she said, "About how you kept wanting to ask me out but I always had a boyfriend and you were never quick enough?"

"Yes?"

"Was that true?"

Kristoff hesitated, then glanced over at her. "Yeah. I'm sorry."

"Why're you sorry?"

"Because….I should have told you. That I liked you. Before doing all this, you know. This week."

Anna nodded. "You know something? This week you've been pretty much the best boyfriend I've ever had. And you aren't even my boyfriend."

"I liked being your boyfriend," Kristoff said quietly. "I mean, I didn't like the lying. But I liked - the rest."

"The kissing."

"Not just that."

"You never answered my question," Kristoff said, after he'd parked outside Anna's house and hauled her suitcases out of the boot.

"What question?"

"The Mongolian barbecue restaurant. Next weekend. I can't believe you're making me ask you out twice. Or was avoiding the question a polite way to say no? It was, wasn't it, it's fine, I'll just leave now -"

"No, don't! I meant, I meant to say yes."

"You did?"

"Mm-hmm. I would like to extend," she said, "My boyfriend free trial. Into an - ongoing subscription - this was a better analogy in my head - oh!"

And she couldn't say anything more, because Kristoff was kissing her, and she was kissing him, and it was glorious. Even my bad ideas turn out pretty great, she thought. So they must be good ideas after all.