We May

Make Sure, She's Safe

Kristoff swallowed as he sat down beside Anna's bed and held her hand. Anna had been sick for the past few weeks and wasn't getting any better. He hated leaving her side. She slowly opened her eyes to see him. He lightly smiled at her as he rubbed his thumb over her hand. She weakly smiled at him. "Feel any better?" He swallowed another lump in his throat. "Don't worry about me," she slowly sat up. He shook at the memory of those words. He watched as she was whisked away from him as he tried his best to stay strong. He locked eyes with her as she looked back at him. He froze as the gates shut. "I'll worry about you, no matter if you're okay or not," he kissed her forehead. Her pale face lightly lit up with a bright pink on her cheeks. He let out a small chuckle. "I'm Anna, if I can survive a guy with fake sideburns, I can beat this illness." He chuckled again. She laid back down and gently squeezed his hand. He tucked her back in and smiled down at her. "I love you, Kristopher," she closed her eyes. "I love you, too, Feisty pants," he kissed her cheek.