Scene 8: Anna, now
She doesn't understand him.
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She thinks back on that "first meeting" between Hans and Elsa with a snort, realising how obvious it is, now, that they had already been acquainted in some way—hell, for all she knew, they might've already been sleeping together, by then—and Kristoff naturally gives her a curious look.
"What's wrong?"
She blows off the question, as usual.
"It's nothing," she says dismissively, but her lips are set in a grim way, and he frowns at her—frowns in just the same way he does at most of the things she says, actually—and once again, she finds herself unable to comprehend why he's there with her.
After all, she's not paying him to spend time with her, or sleeping with him, or even just holding hands—so when she sees him frowning like that, she matches his expression, though hers is a few shades darker.
"You're doing it again," he reminds her, leaning tensely over his knees. His brow quirks up. "You'll feel better if you just say what's on your mind."
She snorts in derision. "Like you would know. Wasn't your best friend growing up a reindeer, or something like that?" She sneers, unkindly. "I don't think you're one to talk."
He looks embarrassed, but also upset—and his cheeks are hot as he answers.
"You don't have to be such an asshole about it, Anna. I'm just trying to—to help."
She scowls. "Just go home," she tells him, and crosses her arms, only mildly aware of how childish she looks.
He grunts in annoyance at her, and stands up, staring down at her still seated on the bench in the park.
"Fine," he says, "I'm going."
When she hears him start the cab back up, and then the wheels squeak as it goes into reverse, she's annoyed to realise that her stomach hurts—and that she knows why it hurts, and that it has nothing to do with the fact that she ate an entire box of truffles a few hours ago out of spite when Kristoff told her she shouldn't.
Instead, it has to do with that frown—and how it shows up right below his big, stupid nose whenever she's not telling him something, or lying to him outright—and she can't fathom how he could wear it, and put up with her, especially when no one else does.
And she can't understand why he cares, since no one else ever has.
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Fanfiction[Frozen; Modern AU; Hans x Elsa, Anna x Kristoff.] He was her sister's fiancé, then; but he wanted her, and Elsa wanted to let someone in-and now, he's a stranger, but she can't leave, because she needs him. She was engaged to the perfect guy, then;...
