I was just browsing through Pinterest one day and read this tumblr prompt thing by likehemmins. I don't know if this user is still active or whatever but someone commented on the prompt by saying: imagine your otp.

So, naturally I thought of Kristoff and Anna.

Frozen doesn't belong to me and neither does this idea. I just fleshed it out a lil bit :3

He's late…

The hum of the diner almost drowned the redhead's sigh of resignation. Teal eyes flicked to her phone lying on the table before her. Her fingers twitched around the mug of hot chocolate she clutched, she fought the urge to pick her phone up to check if she had received any messages. She knew there wouldn't be any.

Maybe I should text him anyway? No…he'd just get annoyed.

She shifted in her seat, scanning the crowded room in order to distract herself. There were so many different people gathered in one place. She absolutely adored Granny's diner. If she didn't come for the amazing food, which she did most of the time, she came to just get away for a while and people watch. A mother sat with her three small children across form the booth she was currently seated at – alone.

She glanced at her phone again.

A few other loners sat scattered about, busy with their phone or laptop or book. A couple sat in the corner, stealing glances at each other over their menus while waitresses flitted between tables like colourful ribbons, taking orders or delivering food and drinks. She had hoped to bring her boyfriend here to share a piece of her with him… But, the longer she sat the more she realised she might dine alone tonight. The redhead spotted her waitress walking towards her and had to suppress the heat of embarrassment rising to her cheeks.

"Are ya ready to order now, Anna?" she asked, pen in hand to scribble her order down.

This is the third time you've asked that Evangeline… "Oh, uh," She glanced at her phone before she looked up again, "No. No, I'm still waiting for someone."

"Alright," the brunette pocketed her notebook with a sympathetic pull of her lips. "I'll come 'round again in a bit, okay?"

"Yeah, okay, sure." Anna watched the waitress walk towards a group of her brightly clad colleagues behind the diner's counter. They tried to be subtle about looking, but she knew they were talking about her and how whoever was supposed to meet her had stood her up. She had never understood the expression "wishing the ground would swallow you up" until tonight. The redhead had always considered herself to be pretty confident and outgoing and such, but now she couldn't make herself small enough.

Pull yourself together Anna, she thought staring into her cooling mug of hot chocolate, even the extra dash of cinnamon did little to cheer her up. She took a sip in order to appear nonchalant. This isn't supposed to surprise you; he's done this before...countless times.

"But he promised this time." She whispered, glancing at the entrance in hopes of spotting his perfectly styled red hair and swoon worthy apologetic smile. She imagined how he would swoop in with a bouquet of roses and beg her forgiveness, but she knew he'd scowl as soon as he'd step through the door. He'd play it off saying, "You deserve better than this joint." and she'd believe him despite the warning bells chiming in her mind. If he wouldn't accept this place, why would he accept you?

Anna finally reached for her phone to distract herself from her thoughts and unlocked it. No messages. Her eyes flicked to the time. Have I really been sitting her for a lil over half an hour?

As she locked her phone she heard footsteps approaching her table, but chose to ignore it. She assumed that whoever was stomping around like a reindeer would walk past her to the bathroom or whatever, until someone slipped into the window booth she sat at. Teal shot up in surprise and met warm brown eyes looking straight at her.

"Sorry I'm late babe," he said sincerely, even a bit loudly, placing his phone and keys on the table between them. "Traffic is crazy right now." Before Anna could so much as blink in confusion, he added, "I'm Kristoff. Just go with it, yeah? Whoever didn't bother to show up is an ass."

Confusion gave way for a snort of amusement, "You have no idea."

Kristoff grinned at her and opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by the waitress appearing beside their table.

"Hey there!" she smiled politely, glancing at Anna, "My name's Evangeline and I'll be your waitress for tonight. Glad you could join us."

"Hey, yeah, heh, traffic's a bit of a pest tonight." Kristoff smiled, hoping to appear normal to keep the show going.

"Yeh, I heard ya all the way across the diner, hun." She winked at him, "What can I get ya?"

He glanced at the mug Anna clutched between her hands, "I'll, uh, I'll have whatever she's havin'."

"Another hot chocolate with cinnamon, comin' right up." She didn't even bother to jot it in her notebook before she left.

"Cinnamon and hot chocolate, huh?" he said returning his attention to the redhead across from him. "That's a weird combination."

"Just wait until you try it. Your taste buds will explode." She took a sip and hummed to emphasise her point.

He smirked, "Isn't a bit summery to be drinking that stuff?"

Anna smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "Any weather is hot chocolate weather. Actually any weather is chocolate weather. Period."

He laughed and rubbed a hand through his mop of blond hair, "You should meet my friend Elsa. She's a chocoholic of the highest ranking. Especially if it's dark or minty or this weird combination of the two."

"Heh, she sounds like my kinda – wait" Anna squinted at the man seated before her and leaned closer; she inclined her head towards him, "Elsa?" Could it be the same person? "As in white-blonde hair, always in a French braid or bun of some sort, wears every type of colour blue clothing and heals no matter the weather? Oh, and she has this pesky eyebrow thing she does when she's skeptical." Anna demonstrated the gesture, raising her eyebrow in disbelief.

"Uh," Kristoff sat back in his seat to try and get away from her crazed and eerily familiar stare, "if you're referring to Elsa Aren, then yeah."

"What?!" Anna squeaked then clamped her hands over her mouth when every head in the diner turned towards her. "Sorry! Sorry!" she raised a hand in apology with a sheepish grin and blushed bright red. "Sorry." She told Kristoff softly, wishing for the second time that the ground would swallow her up.

"It's alright," he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm guessing you know her?"

Anna just stared at him for a while, unsure if she heard him correctly, then squinted, trying to gauge if he's joking. When all he did in response was shift in his seat, she finally spoke, "You're kidding, right?"

"Uh, no?"

"Hasn't she ever –? Well, maybe not." Anna canted her head to the side in silent consent of her unfinished thought. "We only just started speaking to each other again, and I'm pretty sure we're still getting used to the fact that we're, y'know, there for each other after...how many years has it been? Four – no. Five?" She paused, eyes wide in surprise. "Has it really been five years? Whoa…"

Kristoff cleared his throat while the girl lost herself in some or other reverie. Should he just make a break for it while he can, or stick it out? This girl, this beautiful woman sitting before him clearly has a few screws loose, but he was intrigued by her ever since he saw her through the window when he walked by. He had decided to take a leap of faith when he saw her look at her phone dejectedly. Some ass had chosen to stand this girl up? He needed to rectify that. Besides, she had looked familiar somehow.

That had made him pause initially.

The shape of her nose, maybe? Or the way her brow furrowed in thought… He had lost himself just looking at her face, much like he was doing now. Up close, he could see the freckles that dusted her nose, cheeks and a little bit of her shoulders . As far as he could see, she was dressed semi-casually with a simple wide necked dark green tee-shirt. Copper hair was tamed into a bun at the base of her neck, loose tendrils of fine red hair framed her expressive face, causing those numerous freckles to shine. A swirl of green and blue clashed in her eyes...

The waiter appeared next to their table with his order of hot chocolate, "There ya go, hun." She placed it before him, breaking the two of them out of their thoughts. "Ya'll ready to order?"

"Oh, uh, thanks." he took the mug and held it between his hands.

"We're not ready to order yet." Anna smiled up at their waitress, "Could you give us five more minutes, Evangeline?"

"No problem." Came the amicable reply before they were left alone again.

"So…"Kristoff reached for his menu, "We should probably order something."

"Yeah, in a minute." She waved her hand, gesturing for him to leave the menu alone; he couldn't help but retract his hand away from the book. "I think I need to introduce myself first."

Oh. Kristoff blinked stupidly. Oh, right. "Yeah, that'd be a good idea." His grin was sheepish, having already forgotten that he didn't know her at all. Even though she had made him worry earlier, what with her crazed stare and everything, she still had this uncanny ability to make him feel comfortable around her. As if they've known each other for years.

"I'm Anna." She held out her hand and smiled softly. He took her hand in his, "Anna Aren." She added, causing him to freeze.

Now it was his turn to stare at her in disbelief. Something clicked in his head and he could suddenly see what he had been missing. Her nose and scrunched brow looked so familiar because Elsa's expressions, and nose especially, were identical. Even the way Anna swallowed her lips awkwardly right now made him think of Elsa. Elsa Aren, her sister.

"You're Anna?" he finally asked, still holding onto her hand that hovered over the table between them. "You're Elsa's little sister?"

"So she has talked about me." She mused with a satisfied smile.

"You're kidding, right? She never shuts up about you."

"Really?"

Her voice was timid, unsure, and surprised. Kristoff raised his eyebrows a little bit and wondered why his arm was starting to ache. He glanced down and saw their hands still clasped in a frozen greeting. He shook her hand and smiled wide, "Nice to meet you, Anna."

"And you, Christopher."

"It's Kristoff."

"Oh sorry, heh." She bit her lip awkwardly. "C-can I have my hand back? My arm's getting' kinda sore…"

"Huh? O-oh, yeah! Of course."

He withdrew his hand and curled his fingers around his mug of hot chocolate and took a sip, cheeks flaming. Anna placed her hands on her lap beneath the table. She looked down at them with mixed feelings, her thumb rubbed inside the palm where Kristoff's had been mere moments before. Get it together, Anna. You barely know him and you're technically still with Hans.

"Oh, wow." His voice pulled her eyes up from her hands. "This is amazing! Where has this been all my life?" he took another sip, closing his eyes to savour the clash of sweet and spice on his tongue.

"Y-yeah, it's pretty great." She sipped her drink averting her eyes from his.

"We should order." He said casually, pulling his eyes away from her when she looked up at him. "What's good in this place?"

"You mean to tell me you've never been here before?" Anna raised a sceptical eyebrow and cant her head to the side.

Definitely Elsa's sister…Hoooboy. That's not a bad thing per say. It's just his best friend's sister. It's not like he has feelings for Elsa or vice versa…it's just. Weird. Or would it be? Maybe Anna has a boyfriend. She clearly had been waiting for someone and agreed that he is an ass.

So, just chill Kristoff. Enjoy the impromptu evening. "Nope." He answered and reached for the menu to open it up. "Was just walking past from work and yeah, this happened. Uhmmm," he scanned his options, highly aware of Anna looking at him. "I'm kinda in the mood for…somthin' meaty."

The redhead took the time that he was distracted to look him over. He had thick blond hair that reached his ears and just touched his eyebrows. It looked warm, like sunshine, and not at all as cool as Elsa's platinum blond head. A simple black tee-shirt sat, not too snug, around his bulky torso, but every so often when he'd move his arms, the muscles would tense and –

He's definitely attractive. She mused, but shook her head to rid herself of that thought. This isn't even supposed a thing. Hans might still pitch up. Doubtful. So just chill and enjoy meeting someone new. 'Specially if he actually knows Elsa. What's up with that anyway? Never heard of him before…have I? Wait I think I have…

His head was bent over the menu Anna had all but memorised, having been coming here for, well, ever; she knew exactly what she wanted and didn't bother reaching for the book. His shoulders shifted when he rested his elbow on the counter, reading intently. Just chill, Anna. Mind made up to relax she sat back and suggested that he should try the special

He looked up, curious. "What's in it?"

"It changes every day. One time I was feeling lucky and asked for the special." Anna closed her eyes and grinned recalling the four small burgers that had showed up on her plate. "That was the best thing I had ever tasted. The burgers, there were four – yes four! I'm serious – small burgers that had Danish feta, and avocado, and bacon with the most heavenly of heaven's sauce thrown into the mix."

"Sounds great." He smiled at her enthusiasm.

"Wait 'till you hear what it was called." Teal eyes sparkled like sunlight on water; Kristoff felt his heart stutter in his chest. Calm, Bjorgman. "Party in the USA."

"That sounds like a party I'd like to go to." He chuckled. The sound of his deep rumble echoed in her ears.

"The diner's owner was listening to it while she made it. I actually wonder what Granny, that's the owner's name by the way –"

"I figured as much with her name plastered on everything here, yeah."

She rolled her eyes and continued like he hadn't said anything. "I wonder what she thought of making today…" Anna nodded once, making her copper bangs bounce. "I think I'll try my luck with that. Was thinking of getting my usual, but I'm feeling…" she looked into his eyes, "adventurous."

"O-okay." He squeaked and cleared his throat with a fist before his mouth.

Both of them blushed. Kristoff for the effect this almost stranger had on him and Anna for her crazy forwardness. And it was crazy! She was kinda, sorta, maybe flirting with a complete stranger… Well, not really, Anna. She reasoned, taking an awkward sip of her now lukewarm hot chocolate. He does know Elsa and that alone puts him in the safe stranger catalogue, not the stranger danger one. I'm just being…friendly?

They were thankful when their attention was diverted with the waitress' reappearance. Anna smiled at the blithe woman she could basically call her friend and ordered the special. Kristoff gave the menu one last glance and decided to throw caution to the wind. He ordered the special, too.

"I'm feelin' adventurous." He said with a shrug when Anna's eyes met his. That is not being calm Bjorgman. Her boyfriend might still show up. Just…get to know her.

They spent the next few minutes doing just that. They asked questions. Small, every day, innocent questions, like what their favourite colour was. And animal. What pets they had, so on and so forth. Kristoff's day job immediately caught Anna's attention.

"You're really a vet? How old are you even? Doesn't it take like, forever to become one?"

"Yeah, it takes 'bout nine years to qualify as a vet." Kristoff rubbed the back of his neck. "And I'm 27, how old are you?"

"Turning 24. That's so cool though, and so long! How'd you survive? I can barely think straight as it is and I only need to study for four years." Anna tapped her chin in thought, "Well, technically, I only have one more year to go – not counting this one, but still."

"You're a student, then?"

"What gave me away?" she smirked and Kristoff swore he'd never seen something that attractive before.

"Nothing, really. I can just read people very easily." He matched her smirk with one of his own. If the redhead hadn't been sitting already, she might've swooned. Get it together, Anna…

"What're you studying?"

"Huh?" she blinked stupidly. "Oh, uhm…" a hand waved in the air in search of the word she was looking for. "What's that person who stands before little humans and te – A teacher. I'm gonna be a teacher."

He smiled at her. "Oh yeah, Elsa mentioned something like that."

"You guys close?" Anna ventured cautiously. She had remembered when she had heard of Kristoff before, when she and Elsa caught up with each other a two weeks ago. She hadn't really thought of him until tonight and she hadn't met him until now either. To say that she was curious would be an understatement.

"Yeah. We've known each other for – what? …five years now." He shrugged his massive shoulders. Distraction central for Anna's observant eyes. "We studied together."

"You studied together?" a wrinkle appeared between her brows, "But she's –" A sudden old-school horror movie scream filled the air around them.

The mountain of a man jumped in his seat, eyes darting to the phone Anna was reaching for. "What the f – lying reindeer was that?!"

"It's just Hans," Anna sighed deeply, "my…my boyfriend."

"Scared the crap out of me…" he let out a rush of breath, combing his hand through his hair.

"Sorry." A monotone answered while she typed a reply. "That's the only tone I can hear properly."

Kristoff forgot all about his near heart attack and looked at the woman across from him in concern. Throughout the entire time they've spent together, her voice had been as animated as her facial expressions. Now, it's like all of the light had been sucked straight out of her. Her shoulders were stiff and tensing by the minute, her brow deeply furrowed as she typed at her phone furiously. With a huff she locked the device and all but smacked it against the table.

She sat rubbing her face with her hands for a few seconds.

"You okay?" he asked when he deemed it appropriate to.

"Ye – no, I'm fine."

He made a low noise in the back of his throat which caused her to look at him through the fingers covering her face.

"He's jus' an ass." She explained finally, lowering her hands to clutch her now cold hot chocolate.

"We've established that, yes." He quipped; she smiled. Success! "Why stay with him then?"

"It's…" she sighed and shook her head with another deep frown. "a long story that's rapidly approaching its end."

Kristoff opened his mouth only to click it shut when that same horror-movie scream resounded; he reached for his drink. Anna's frown turned into a raging hot glare that Kristoff could swear this Hans guy would be able to feel through the phone. She typed a quick short message.

"Aaand it's reached the end." She locked her phone and put it down again. "'Working over time with my boss', yeah freaking right." She muttered, still glaring at her phone. "More like, working my boss." Kristoff almost choked on his hot chocolate. "Does he really think I'm that stupid? His idiocy has influenced me so," she looked up at Kristoff who raised a half amused, half concerned eyebrow in response. "that I've lost my appetite completely."

"The nerve." He tutted with a mock glare at the phone.

Anna's anger dissolved as she cracked a smile at his antics.

"Here ya are dearies," the waitress appeared, placing two plates before her charges. "This one's gonna be a mouthful, much like its title..." she rolled her eyes while theirs enlarged.

The burgers looked more like mountains than anything else. Gherkins and red onions twirled decoratively underneath the bun, one thick patty sat nestled between melting cheese on the top and a creamy white sauce at the bottom which rested on the bottom piece of the bun. The only thing that kept this monstrosity from falling over was the skewer impaling it which sported a familiar emblem on a flag.

"Is…is that Bon Jovi's logo?" Kristoff finally asked, fingering the flag.

"Yup." The waitress' sigh was laced with drama.

"What did she call this thing?" Anna cocked her head to the side, "the insanity burger? Oh, oh! What about: Livin' on a prayer? 'Cause I'm pretty sure this thing'll kill ya if you try and eat it."

"Something like that…" she laughed and shook her head, "It's called: You give love a bad name."

Kristoff and Anna shared a look before she looked back at Evangeline. "Is this comfort food?"

"In a way yes. Ruby told me Granny's going through a break up."

Anna sucked in a breath through her teeth. "She's finally given up on him?"

"Looks like it." The brunette shook her head sadly, "He just killed off one too many people."

"Wait, what?!" Kristoff all but shouted, staring at a way-too-calm-for-what-she-had-just-said Evangeline in horror. A giggle coming from the redhead made him turn his gaze to her.

"Calm down, Kristoff." She reached out to place a steadying hand on his, "We're talking about an author killing people in his book, not an actual murderer."

"Oh… Oh, okay," he breathed in deeply, trying to recover from his shock and from the tingles her hand on his was causing. "well that's fine then…I guess."

"It can be a very traumatic experience, believe me."

"Anyway, I'll leave ya two to get at it." Evangeline turned away, "Just don't choke Anna, wouldn't wanna have'ta call your sister from the hospital again."

"That was one time!" the blushing redhead shouted at the waitress' retreating back. "She should've known better than to dare me…" she muttered, taking her hand away to pick up her knife and fork. "How was I supposed to know there was soy in that?"

"Allergies?" Kristoff spoke up, trying to distract himself from the absence of her hand.

"Yeah, and let me tell ya it was not pretty." She grimaced, "Elsa almost ended up in a bed next to me because she had a panic attack…"

"I remember her telling me that through the phone…I would've been there but I had a vet emergency. Wanted to drop everything right then and there but…"

"Don't worry 'bout it." Her smile was soft and understanding "We're still in one piece and super hungry so let's dig in!"

"Wait!" Anna paused at his tone, cutlery hovering over her mountainous burger. "D'you think there's soy in that?"

She glanced down at her food, "No. Not since the accident. Granny makes extra, double sure. Why?"

Kristoff's responding grin sent tingles down her spine. "I dare you to take as big a bite as you can outa that thing."

"Very well." Her cutlery was placed down with a grace that befitted royalty. "I accept your challenge, my good sir, but I am not at all responsible for what happens, like you dying of my sheer awesomeness because of it. Besides," one shoulder lifted with the corner of her mouth, "I bet I can take a bigger bite than you can."

"Ho, I sorely disagree," he grinned again, wickedly. "but it's your funeral."

"Let's make this interesting, shall we? If I win, which I'm gonna, you'll need to bow down before me and declare me the Burger Queen. Before everyone."

"Deal," he held out his hand; she took it, "but if I win, I expect the same treatment. Except the Queen part," he waved his freehand at her amused smile, "y'know what I mean." They shook on it, their grip firm and determined. "Ladies first."

"Brace yourself, peasant," she smirked as she took the skewer out and picked her burger up, "you're going down."

"Time ta put your money where your mouth is." He grinned wide, thoroughly enjoying their banter.

"Just watch me."

Anna wrapped her fingers around the burger to prevent everything from falling out. She squeezed the top down making the sauce drip and opened her mouth as wide as she could. Which was pretty wide to begin with. Kristoff raised an eyebrow at her hilarious facial expression and pinched his lips together to keep from laughing. Anna's nose and brow was scrunched while her eyes were wide; she took a bite, clean through and chewed haughtily. Her cheeks were stuffed and she had trouble chewing without opening her mouth, sauce covered her chin and stuffed cheeks like a beard. She placed her burger down and chewed behind hands covering her mouth.

Kristoff chuckled and shook his head, "You really are sumthin'."

"Mow – ipz – yoo – tuum." She said between chews.

"Show me first. And swallow before you choke!"

Anna's jaw worked as she chewed quickly and swallowed, "Nope." She wiped her mouth and cheeks with a napkin. "We will reveal and judge at the same time. Your turn Christopher, it's rude to keep a Queen waiting."

Kristoff's only response was to look her square in the eyes, take the skewer out, pick up his burger, squeeze it and bite. Almost half of his onions and gherkins toppled out with a splat while his sauce globed onto his plate. He almost dropped the burger in his attempt to rescue his patty.

"Mmmph!" he frowned down at the mess he had made and chewed his food with an increasing look of pleasure. "Wow…" he said after he swallowed, "That was amazing. It's like my tongue had died and gone to heaven."

"Whoa there big boy," Anna held out her hand to stop his second bite. "Only one bite per person. Don't think you can cheat so easily."

"I wasn't gonna cheat." He put the burger down. "I just forgot we had a bet, is all."

"Suuuuure ya did." she smirked when the tips of his ears turned red. "Okay, ready for the big reveal?"

Kristoff grunted and turned his plate around to reveal his bite at the same time Anna did. They pushed the plates next to each other and to the side in order to judge it better. Both of them leaned forward. The redhead beamed wide at her notable bite even though it didn't reach the halfway mark she had hoped for. Kristoff couldn't help but nod, impressed. They turned their gaze to the blond mans' burger. Anna giggled. The burger was falling to pieces, the patty was hardly being covered by the bun it was falling out so far, and let's not even mention where all the onions and gherkins had gone.

"Well, if we look at where I bit into here," he pointed to the top of the bun which showed him having bitten halfway through, "we can clearly see –"

"Ah-ah-ah, not so fast, Blondie."

"Blondie?"

"Your burger barely has a bite, I mean just look at that." She pointed to the miniature bite through the patty. "That's hardly worth the Burger King title. Wait…isn't that copyrighted? Whatever. My burger on the other hand –"

"Hold your horses Feisty Pants, look at your bite in comparison with mine. It's ti-ny," he sat up and crossed his arms, looking smug. "Which means I win."

"Is'sat so?" Anna sat up; raised eyebrow challenging. "If we keep in mind the amount of burger I could fit into my mouth because of my bite, I think that I won. All you had in your mouth was bread and a teeny tiny patty. My bite is clean through, from top to bottom. And it's neater, don'tcha think?"

Kristoff pulled his eyes away from her to study their burgers. Anna's was tidier and even though her bite was smaller, she was right about the amount in comparison to his. His stomach churned as his pride realised that he had lost and would have to honour their deal.

He sighed through his nose, "You're right." Brown eyes met victorious teal, "you win, your Majesty." He stood up and breathed in deeply, "I admit my defeat at the hands of the almighty Burger Queen. You truly are a worthy opponent."

Just as he was about to kneel, a hand on his shoulder stopped him. "You don't have to do that," she smiled radiantly; "I just wanted to hear you say it."

"But it's part of the deal. And as a man of my word I must honour our deal, your Majesty."

He was about to kneel again when Anna's words made him freeze. "People will think you're proposing."

He shot up from his almost kneel and slid into the booth again with wide eyes. "Okay, fair point. You'll have to make do with a head bow or whatever it's called." He inclined his head.

"Thank you my good and noble, sir. That is satisfactory." She giggled at his blush, "Shall we eat, then? I dunno 'bout you but that one bite sent me to heaven and I'm just dying to go back."

He nodded with a chuckle at her word play. They ate in companionable silence that was only broken by the occasional 'Mmm' of bliss from both of them. All too soon their food and drinks were finished. Evangeline replaced their hot chocolates with water and took their plates away.

"She's always trying to pump water into me, that one." Anna commented before taking a sip of her glass. "If it was up to me I'd drink hot chocolate forever and a day."

"You're definitely Elsa's sister." He chuckled.

"So, you've known her for…nine years now, huh?"

"Yeap. We –"

"Studied together, yeah." Anna interrupted, "What I don't understand is exactly how you two studied together, You're a vet right?" He nodded, sensing that it would be better just to let her talk. "Elsa's an architect. Those two occupations are worlds apart. How'd you 'study' together?"

"We met our first year, in History 101. We needed to work on a group assignment together."

"Ugh, I hate group assignments. So, you both had to take History as an elective then? For credit?"

"Exactly." He smiled at her, leaning his arms on the table, "What about you? What are your subjects?"

"Languages and tourism for High schoolers."

"Wow, you're definitely brave, aren't you?"

Anna shrugged, "I just feel like I'd be able to learn something from kids that age while teaching them something, too. God knows kids need guidance during their high school days; I want to help as much as I can, not just content knowledge but everyday knowledge, too."

"I can dig it." He said.

"I can dig it?" she repeated with obvious laughter in her voice. "What is this? The 1930's?"

"Hey! Don't judge, some of the best slang words and phrases come for that time period!"

"I'm not judging!" she giggled at his mock affronted expression. "I just…I didn't think I'd hear that, like ever."

"What is this world coming to?!" he lamented, placing the back of his hand on his forehead.

"You're such a dork!"

"Ha!" he pointed a finger at her and smiled widely. "D'you know 'dork' is a 1930 slang word?"

"What, really?" Anna hummed, surprised.

"Yeah. It actually originally referred to male genitalia." He sat back, took a sip of his water and watched her closely.

Both of her eyebrows climbed her forehead as what he said began to sunk in. "Wait –wait, so…I just called you a d –"

"Yes you did."

The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds before Kristoff cracked a smile.

"You're pulling my leg, aren't you?"

He laughed, "Yes and no. It really did refer to male genitalia but it wasn't a 1930 slang word…" he looked up, thinking. "More like 1960-ish – something like that."

"Whelp, I'm certainly never gonna look at that word the same again. Thanks for that."

"You're most welcome, and Elsa actually found that piece of information."

"Ha! So that's why she flinches every time I call her that! I just thought she was being weird." Anna laughed, her voice twinkling with merriment. "Ho, I am so gonna call her that more often!"

"Just don't tell her I told you." He chuckled and rubbed his neck. He was definitely in trouble if she kept laughing like that. He could already feel himself falling for her after one late afternoon dinner with her. Just relax, dude. She's kinda got a boyfriend? Or have they broken up now? He looked up when Anna checked something on her phone. I don't even know anymore. And even if they did break up, you're gonna have to chill a bit longer before you can do anything. That's to say if Elsa would even approve.

"So!" he clapped his hands together when she put her phone down. "Dessert?"

"Uh, is the sky blue?"

"It's actually giving up a Payne's grey type vibe, if you ask me." He glanced out the window.

"A pain's what?" she looked out, as well.

"A dark blue with grey in it."

"How'd you – wait," she sat back in her seat, he followed suit. "Lemme guess, Elsa?"

"Yeah…I'm sorry," he rubbed the back of his neck; "I'm mentioning her a lot, aren't I?"

"A lil bit, but that's okay." I guess. Anna fidgeted with her hands in her lap.

"Listen, Anna." He said seriously, leaning forward in his seat. She looked up and bit her lip. "I don't know what exactly happened tonight. All I know is that I met my best friend's sister by chance, and that I'd like to get to know her better and maybe take her out on a real date sometime in the future? When this whole Hans thing is over and the proper amount of time had passed of course. Wait…this Hans thing is over, right? I mean I don't wanna assume anything or –"

Anna giggled, "Yes. It most definitely is over. I just want to tell him personally, y'know? Don't want to stoop down to his level."

"I understand."

She smiled, small and shy, then tucked her hair behind her ear. "I'd like that. To get to know you, I mean and the date part, too. But much later, I'll let you know?"

"Great, I'd like that." he grinned and sat back, "Seeing as you haven't disappointed with anything in this place, yet. What dessert would blow my wig?"

"You're wearing a wig?"

"It's an expression." He deadpanned.

"Oh, right. 1930's." she grinned sheepishly.

"Yup. Dessert? Something with way too much chocolate, I assume?"

Anna smirked wickedly, "There's no such thing as way too much chocolate."

It was way too much chocolate.