We May

What Makes You Beautiful

Anna smiled, as she glanced up at her sister. Elsa was always more confident after se learned that love was the key. She was beautiful too, she was taller and slimmer, and she had more qualities than Anna, herself. You could see a princess with braids and dusty boots, always wearing a bodice of different colors, but there would always be rose mailing on her skirt and sleeves that could come just to her wrist or elbow, or you could see a queen with a slender body, brighter skin, se was just more prettier. Half of Arendelle was prettier than her and she looked down at her boots, roe mailing covering tem as well and patterns of an A on the back, all while being on a very light green colored boot. The same light green that covered her, skirt and all.

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She peeked up at the sound of a clumpy walk, one she was used to. Kristoff, of course, sat beside her, holding his hat in his hands and dripping water. She turned to look at him, bursting into laughter. So much for ice harvesting in the summer. "Sven tip the sleigh over, again?" She smiled. "Yep," He looked at her, "You okay?" She remained quiet, just nodding in response.

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"Alright, Feisty Pants, what's the problem?" He sat upright, expression changing to full worry. "Ever think you made the wrong choice?" Her eyes looked away, but se still watched him. Confusion crossed his face and he kept looking at her, "Wrong choice for what?" Quiet followed. "Dating me?" She squeaked out, completely turning away. "No," He took her hand in his, "Not at all, if anything I don't deserve to be with you." It was her turn to be confused, turning back to face him, "Kristopher, you're wonderful, okay? It's just that,...I'm not pretty," She pulled her hand from his. He just kept looking at her, then he left.

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Did that mean yes? She wasn't pretty, Anna knew she was right. She stood, biting her lip. Kristoff came back out, changed into dry clothes. "You're not pretty?" He looked at her again. "Anna, you're beautiful," He blushed and wasted no time saying it. Wait, what? She looked at him, watching him blush. You could see an ice harvester, who was buff and always had messy hair that fell into his eyes, causing a princess with dusty boots and braids to laugh, a harvester who smelled, a smell that caused a princess to hug him tighter and smile, you could see a harvester who would do anything for a princess, a princess he was dating, a princess who found all his flaws to be the most wonderful thing about him, a princess who was in love with the dork he was.

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Her arms wrapped around him tightly, smiling as her head fell on his chest, "I love you." His eyes widened, but he smiled, pulling her into a kiss. Those dusty boots lifted on their tips, giving the princess with braids a better chance at reaching him, a harvester with messy hair that fell into his eyes.