We May

Kristanna

The princess glanced at her escort, his expression blank. Her hand held his and she softly smiled at him, "You can do it." He returned her smile, watching the gates open.

Keep your eyes on mine. His hand fell to her waist, her other hand rested on his shoulder. Their gaze locked into the others and he stepped back, with Anna quickly following his pace. The room flew by in a blur and his only focus was the woman smiling and watching him.

Kristoff paced back and forth, the council taking their time to decide if he was able to court Anna, the only reason he was over his head, dancing with her, learning to be a prince, but still being him with her. Kristoff and Anna, their name fit together, Kristanna. As many rumored it seemed like the young couple knew the other by heart, either one could answer any question about the other. Other rumors included how well they fit together, her hand the perfect size in his, her height able to be perfect with his, and their features, blondes with loads of freckles.

His eyes turned at the sudden light, Anna smiling at him, and hugging him tightly. Yes, it had to be yes? She laughed, "They approve." As before, he twirled her, setting her down and rambling about how much he loved her or how she meant everything to him. She leaned up on her tip toes, cutting him off as her lips met his. So much for asking like before. Her arms wrapped around his neck, leaning into him as he hugged her in return. True, he was over his head, but the woman smiling against his lips, sinking back down to her height, and trying to be closer, couldn't be a better explanation of why, as he hugged her tighter.