Plunge

"Do I like it?! I love it!"

There were familiar warm hands at her waist as Kristoff lifted her effortlessly into the air. Anna giggled happily as her skirts rippled in the wind, but Kristoff's exuberance is gone just as quickly as it came, his warm touch replaced with an awkwardness that is equally familiar.

"I mean, I'd like too," he's rambling, "May I? Me we? I mean, may we? Wait, what?"

His expression is so nervous and adorable that Anna almost cannot bear it. He is watching her hopefully out of the corner of his eye.

Anna loves this man. The full force of it hits her now, on this sunny pier, in a way that it didn't while struggling through the storm. She had needed Kristoff to love her because she had needed someone to love her. But today - today she just loved him. And it was all so awful.

"Hey, hey now," his big hands are on either side of her face, gentle thumbs wiping tears from her cheeks. She hadn't noticed she was crying. He belatedly seemed to realize that he was touching her - she loved that about him too. Always touching. Always warm. So unlike the suits of armor she had pretended with for so long.

He pulled away, shuffling awkwardly and that uncomfortable hand is back up at his neck. "I'm sorry," he says, "I - That was stupid of me. I just got caught up in the moment."

At this Anna's silent tears become full blown sobs because, oh God has she been there. Kristoff throws a panicked look over his shoulder at Sven but the reindeer is looking pretty clueless himself.

"Anna?" He tries, drawing in closer.

She angrily wipes the tears from her face. She will be brave. She will be mature. She will face her mistakes.

"Kristoff, I have something I need to tell you." Her voice comes out smaller than she had intended.

And a large, cold stone drops heavily into the pit of Kristoff's stomach.