Scene 20: Anna, now
She crumbles in front of him.
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"You knew that we met before, didn't you?"
He's startled by the question, and that's natural, she supposes, since she did just ask it right after he'd opened his door; it's clear, from his wide eyes, that he wasn't expecting her at that late hour (or, perhaps, at all).
"What?"
Her eyes narrow. "Back then, when you picked me up from the curb," she clarifies, her lip turning up. "That wasn't the first time we met, was it?"
He looks embarrassed, and that's confirmation enough.
"Yeah—I mean, it wasn't."
Her arms cross automatically. "Why didn't you tell me that?"
He frowns in that way, and copies her stance. "Does it matter?"
She knows he's right, really—that it doesn't matter, logically, whether they met before or after she walked in on Elsa fucking her fiancé—but a part of her is still irritated that he knew, and didn't say anything all this time.
Because it does matter.
It matters for reasons she doesn't even understand, or maybe reasons she understands too well, like the fact that he's always been there for her even when she hasn't realised it herself—to pick her up, tell her she can get through it, that she's not just the spare, to give her strength in his silence—and even though she wants to snap at him as usual about it, to blame him for making her so confused, she just—
Crumbles.
And then she's crying, crying in the ugliest way, with snot dripping down from her nose and her vision so blurred from tears that she can't tell left from right, and where before she would have fled, not wanting him to see her tears—to see her so weak—this time, she propels herself at him, and tosses her arms around his broad shoulders, not caring that she's probably soaking the front of his shirt in the grossest way ever.
He's stunned, it seems, because he doesn't embrace her back right away; soon, though, his arms are tightly wrapped around her small body, and he's warm, so warm, that she dreads ever having to pull away from him again.
She chokes on a sob against his shoulder, and tells him—
"You're an idiot, Kristoff."
(But she can feel him smiling against her ear, and it makes her smile, too.)
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Aftermath
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;...
