short bit but i gotta say kristoff is like my favourite character.

Of course, Kristoff doesn't react the way you want him to when you tell him. He pretty much reacts opposite to how you want him to. The rest of the day had passed quite easily, and Elsa certainly seemed more sure of herself. Or, rather, her actions. She let you pay for the drinks at lunch, and you spent the whole day just... out. You got paid for not being at work and it was awesome. It was still awesome, even if she took you to her favourite chocolate place and bought you some ridiculously overpriced fudge. But it's not really her fault that you didn't know how to tell her she didn't have to.

That you didn't really want her to. But why rock the boat? It's all harmless, right?

The only downside was that Elsa kept you too busy to respond to the messages Hans sent, and by the time you'd gotten home, you just wanted to go to sleep. You'd forgotten how tiring shopping was, because you barely ever did it (mostly because of how tiring it was).

But with two weeks left until the trip, you thought you'd better see your brother again at least once. This time, he came over to your house and you made spaghetti and meatballs. He let you talk about the day – and the week – and gush about Hans and, well.

You were happy. Are happy. You think. Well, the day was a success, at any rate. And you know that Kristoff probably doesn't mean to bring you down, but the point stands that he... does anyway. And it's not his fault – you were always the optimistic one – but his words do make you pause.

"So, lemme get this straight," he asks through a mouthful of pasta. He takes a sip of red wine and continues. "You got paid to go get a tailored jumper – that your boss paid for – and then you got lunch, on top of being recently promoted to her PA and getting to go to Norway with her?"

You nod. That's pretty much it.

"Doesn't that strike you as... weird?" he asks, and you frown. Not really? Why would it? When you ask him that, he seems to chew on his words for a minute before saying, "Well... what if your boss was a guy? Like, a thirty-something year old guy doing all this. Now is it creepy?"

Biting you lip, your eyes widen. Of course that's creepy. And you know exactly what he's getting at but you don't want to think of that.

Now he's brought it up, it's so stupid you didn't see it before.

"Oh God," you say. "Oh God."

"Hey, hey, it's okay, Anna," Kristoff rushes to tell you. You don't really hear him. There's a sick, sinking feeling in your stomach, and you push your plate away.

"Wh- what do I do, Kris?" you ask. "I'm- I'm going to another country with her. Alone. For a week. What- what if she tries something? What if- I don't want that!"

You feel his hand on yours, convincing you to look at him.

"I'm sure it's nothing, Anna," he says. "Do you want me to talk to her about it?"

Sucking in a breath, you shake your head. "I'll... I'll talk to her. Talk to Olaf – he's HR. He'll know what to do."

You finish your dinner – or what you can of it – and Kristoff doesn't hang around. He's "meeting someone", and you know it's his new beau but he doesn't say anything, so you don't say anything. He leans down and gives you a kiss on the cheek before he goes.

"Text me or call me if you need to," he says. "And let me know how everything goes."

With a final, parting hug, and a nod, he leaves.

You don't get a very good night's sleep.