Summer in Arendelle was a special treat. Especially for Kristoff. Summer usually meant tons of work, which meant the most money he would have the entire year. Which meant he could afford to eat during the long winter months. But today was a good summer day for a different reason.

Kristoff leaned back on his hands, his legs stretched out in front of him. His pale legs and bare feet rarely saw sunlight and it felt wonderful and warm. Or was it the sun? Maybe it was coming from his heart, which felt warm all the time now, but especially so sitting in the sun watching from afar as Anna attempted to teach Elsa how to swim in the clear, blue waters of the local swimming inlet.

He couldn't help but smile as he watched Anna, all patience and enthusiasm rolled into one tiny, taut ball of energy and light. She was attempting to show Elsa how the crawl stroke was done, even though she wasn't very good at it herself. She had a difficult time keeping her eyes open in the stinging salt water and therefore would swim great distances with her eyes shut, inevitably veering off course and ending up in a completely different part of the inlet from where she intended. But at least she wouldn't drown, which was all Kristoff cared about. He had balked at learning that Anna had never learned to swim – living in a kingdom nearly surrounded by water. Of course the trolls hadn't taught Kristoff how to swim either – obviously. But it had been one of the first things the other ice harvesters had taught him. After all, it was your only chance for survival if you fell through the ice.

So the minute it was warm enough to brave the usually icy waters of the Arendelle inlets, Kristoff had insisted Anna learn how to swim. One of the many nice things about Anna was that she was always more than eager to do or try anything new and adventurous and swimming was no exception. In fact Kristoff was alarmed to find out she had a remarkable LACK of fear of the water and he suspected this may have partially been due to the fact that he was there, and Anna knew he would never let anything happen to her. But it still made him nervous when Anna jumped in the deep end and surfaced, spluttering and dog paddling like crazy to join him. Needless to say, she had learned very quickly and it made Kristoff simultaneously proud, and relieved to know she could take care of herself if something should ever happen while he wasn't there to save her. And even though Anna had caught on very quickly, she realized this was a perfect excuse to get to spend time alone with Kristoff unsupervised, wearing hardly any clothes, and it was ok to come back to the castle dripping wet and out of breath. So to Elsa and the other castle attendants, she seemed a little bit of a slow learner. Which was just fine with Kristoff.

A warm, summer breeze ruffled Kristoffs thick bangs across his forehead and he closed his eyes and drank in the smell of salt water and green grass. He never got a day like this. But Anna and Elsa had both insisted he take the day off today and join them at the inlet. He had refused so many times before due to work, he saw the look in Anna's eye this time and it was mutinous, so he acquiesced and agreed to join them. Now he was so glad he did, and any feelings of guilt he may have had over not putting in a 16 hour day of ice cutting during the busiest season, drifted happily away as he laid back on the red and white checkered beach blanket with his hands behind his head, closed his eyes and began to think pleasantly of his last official swim lesson with Anna.

It was during the early evening. Anna told Elsa they were taking a picnic to the inlet for a swim lesson and then dinner afterwards and begged her to join them. Though she often did, Elsa politely declined saying she was tired and wanted to look over some trade agreements before bed time, but that the two of them should go and enjoy the beautiful evening. As much as Kristoff enjoyed Elsa's company, and as much as he enjoyed Anna's happiness when Elsa was there, he couldn't help feel a bit grateful for those trade agreements. Slightly disappointed, Anna had rallied quickly, grabbed Kristoff's hand and bounded exuberantly out of the castle towards the shore, Kristoff stumbling to keep up in her wake.

It wasn't much of a swim lesson since Anna had already mastered most of the basic strokes and now just liked to show Kristoff how well she could swim or she just liked to bob along and float on the surface and watch the shapes the clouds made in the sky, and he was perfectly content to bob alongside her.

"Look! That one looks like Olaf! " She pointed excitedly.

"They all look like Olaf. Round and white." He knew that a comment like this was sure to get him splashed, dunked, or tackled in some way, which is exactly why he said it. After a spectacular water fight which ended with Kristoff hauling Anna over his shoulder, climbing up the pier ladder with her squealing and kicking uncontrollably, and throwing her off the dock, they both were out of breath with laughing. Now they bobbed along in the warm, shallow water. Kristoff's toes touched the smooth sand at the bottom and Anna's didn't, so she clung to him and he held her afloat and they stayed that way, warm, wet bodies pressed together, pushing and swaying with the rhythmic pull of the ocean. It was the most relaxing and the most stimulating thing Kristoff had ever experienced. He looked down at the top of Anna's head, red, wet strands of hair splayed across his chest, her shoulder freckles darkened by the sun. He had never been more happy. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and just when he thought it couldn't get any better, Anna sensed his gaze and looked up at him, meeting his eyes with her own dreamy smile, and Kristoff's breath caught in his throat. He bent down and kissed her, because there was nothing else he could do when she looked at him like that. He had known her long enough and well enough by now to know he needn't ask permission when she looked at him like that.

Anna hummed softly into his mouth and he deepened his kiss, her legs were already wrapped tightly around his waist and his hands on the small of her back pressed her even closer to him. The warmness of the water was soon cool in comparison to the heat he felt emanating from Anna. Her desire for him was enthusiastic and boundless, just like everything else about her. It forced her to move her arms from around his waist to reach around and run her fingers smoothly up his neck, letting the thick, wet strands of his hair run through her fingers. She moved her hands back down his neck and she felt his strength. The corded muscles that flexed to lower his head and kiss her were connected to the muscles that wrapped around his shoulders, that ran down his arms, his arms that held her. That always held her. Held her for hours without flinching or trembling. In fact, sometimes she felt like the longer he held her, the stronger he became. If she had said this out loud, he would have told her that is exactly how he felt.

He moved his hands down her waist and gripped her hips. He lifted her up just enough that he could kiss her ear, her neck, feel her skin and her damp hair on his face, breathe in her scent. She smelled like salt water and sunshine and, just, Anna. He ran his hands over her hips and under her to cup her backside and support all her weight. Still nuzzled in her hair and the crook of her neck, barely watching where he was going, Kristoff walked slowly towards the rocky outcrop they had discovered many swimming lessons ago. It was a grouping of rocks partially obscured by a crop of trees. Sunbathers sometimes used the rocks to lie on, but it was far enough from the main beach that it was virtually always empty during the later parts of the day, and the water was too shallow for swimmers to use the rocks to dive off of. So it was a perfect place to enjoy each other's company with privacy the water could not provide.

Something about reaching the far side of the rocks focused Kristoff's thoughts and his need for her intensified. He gently, but firmly pushed her back up against the largest rock, then he moved his hands, letting his hips hold her in place as he held her face, ran his hand around the back of her neck, stroked his fingers up and under her damp hair, and breathed her name against her lips. Anna sensed the shift from soft and dreamy to sharp and hungry and a thrill ran down her spine. It was so seldom that Kristoff lost control of his senses Anna couldn't help but relish the rare moments when it occurred. She gladly returned his attentions, slowly licking his bottom lip, gently biting at the corner of his mouth, running her hands down the smoothness of his chest, delighting in the soft curls of chest hair, the firmness of his upper arms, his thick muscles hard with tension and restraint. With the support of the rock behind her, he was able to slowly pull Anna's swimsuit straps down her shoulders, arms, torso, waist. He never ceased to be thrilled with the sight of her. The sun had barely set and already the moon was casting it's glow on the dark water and Anna's skin was luminous against it. His eyes drank her in as he ran his hands slowly up the bare sides of her waist, his thumbs barely grazing the soft curve of her breasts. He kissed a trail down her neck to her collar bone. He kissed the freckled shoulders he had just been admiring moments before. He kissed the softness of her breasts and was delighted when the gentle pressure of his tongue against her nipple resulted in a low moan of pleasure from deep within Anna's throat.

He kissed her mouth deeply again as his hands slid smoothly down her back, over her backside. She pulled her legs away from him long enough for him to remove her swimsuit the rest of the way, and Anna was impressed he had the presence of mind to toss the suit onto a nearby rock instead of letting it drift to the bottom of the inlet as it had on so many prior occasions. She gripped his shoulder with one hand and with the other began to push his swim trunks down his hips. He hastily helped her and added his suit to her hers on the rock. A wave of relief washed over her as she resumed her position, legs coiled tightly around him. Nothing between them now, skin touching skin, burning hot, and wet. She reached down between their bodies and stroked him and Kristoff gasped and braced one arm against the rock behind her as he instinctively pushed himself into her hand. She rolled him in her small hands and watched his muscles tighten with the effort of self-control, his eyes were dark, only reflecting her own back and the glow of the moon. "Anna" he half groaned, half whispered in her ear, and she knew that he couldn't wait any longer, and neither could she. "Mmmm….." she hummed softly in his ear and she guided him to her.

Relief flooded Kristoff's body as he felt her around him. Soft, and warm and tight. His muscles momentarily relaxed, his brain flushed with euphoria, Anna's soft sighs of pleasure in his ears. He nuzzled the side of her face and neck, moaned low in her ear and pushed himself fully into her, filling her. Their rhythm was soft and slow that night. Maybe it was the dark, the moonlight, the warm water. All Anna knew is that she had never felt so alive, so wanted, so completely fulfilled as when she reached a deep, slow climax, her back pressed hard against the rock, her body pressed hard against Kristoff as he throbbed inside of her and she stroked herself as she felt him deep within her, all around her and it took everything in her power not to cry out with the force of it and she bit his shoulder hard instead to muffle the cry. She shuddered and arched against him and it was more than Kristoff could bear and he followed her climax, choking back his own voice that would carry his curses all the way across the water if he let it. His hands were bruising hard on her thighs, his hips crushed against hers as he pushed as deeply within her as he possibly could. Afterwards, he leaned his forehead against hers, uttering a great, heavy shuddering sigh, every muscle that had stayed taut for so long finally surrendering to exhaustion. His mind slowly clearing but for the ever present fog of utter happiness that was a permanent part of his existence now. As foreign as it had felt to be so happy at first, he was gladly becoming very used to it.