Random OTP One Shots

Kristanna

A/N- this isn't all that short. I tried to shorten it but yeah. Sorry for any mistakes and such.. It's my first fic so.... ENJOY!! :)

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Every day he walked home and saw the horrid sight but 'what could he do?' He thought. 'She could fight back if she wanted.' That was a lie. He knew it too. Let's see what happens tomorrow.....

She let out a yelp as she was hit again, and fell down to the ground. She saw the man and staring at him with pleading eyes, but knew that he didn't care, as most people didn't.

He knew he had to do something when she stared into his soul, begging for help. He decided to most likely die to help this girl that he didn't even know because he had been bullied before and it's what his mom would want.

Anna stayed on the ground, curling up in a ball. She hoped hans wouldn't want to get revenge on him. He was too good at that.

Sadly she was wrong as he rolled on top of the strange man and began to punch him several times, leaving her attempted hero's face bloodied and bruised

She looks up at hans, who kicked her once more before walking away with his evil smirk that she hated more than anything. She managed to crawl over to him, though it hurt. "A-are you okay?"

It hurt like crap but he wasn't going to tell her that and have her worry. "I'm f-fine," he said while trying not to cough up blood.

"I'm sorry.." She mumbled, tears falling down her face. You didn't have to do that for me."

He reached up to wipe away her tears, resting his hand there. "Why wouldn't I? I don't want you to get hurt anymore than you are-" pausing to cough, "what's your name darlin'?"

"Anna." She says softly, sniffling. "What's yours?" She asked, looking up into his eyes.

"Kristoff." he replied, his hand still on her cheek. "Please don't cry. If you cry then I will cry and I need to maintain my tough guy mask." he joked, trying to lighten the mood.

She smiled ever so softly. "I'll try.."

"Thank you, sweetheart. Can I call you sweetheart?" He rambled, slipping into his usual happy demeanor.

"Sure." Her smile grew slightly as she leaned forward to hug him. "Thank you."

"Of course." He reached up to hug back. Kristoff began to giggle. "You smell good."

"I figured I would smell like blood." She chuckled lightly.

"A little, but you also smell like strawberries."

"I've heard that." She smiles. "You smell like dirt and cologne. I love it."

"It's umm..... Not washing?"

She giggles. "Apparently not, but no need to fix it. You don't use too much. It's perfect."

"Ok then" he smirks

"So are we just gonna sit here in this alley, or are we gonna go somewhere?" She asked kindly.

"Where do you want to go, sweetheart?"

"I don't really know, actually.. I didn't really think that though.."

"Want to get that blood cleaned off? I know I do. Maybe some ice?" He suggested with a smile.