#bc there are no kristoff blogs and I just got tired of waiting lol

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@immorals

It had been more than three years, but she would recognize him anywhere, at any time, in any place,

As Anna’s hands, trembling slightly, lowered from adjusting her the Coronation Crown (one slightly larger than the more every day article she’d become used to in the weeks leading to this day), her eyes had moved across the room. Her guests, dancing and laughing and eating; her sister, laughing with Honeymaren at the drinks table, the best sound in the world; what was there to be worried or anxious about?

It was just this thought that entered her head when she locked eyes with Hans. It was then she made the split second decision not to look away, but rather to start towards him, the guests in the room parting slightly though she wished they wouldn’t. She didn’t want anyone to overhear whatever words were about to cross her lips. Whatever emotions would resurface after all this time.

Truthfully, she wasn’t sure why he had come at all. She’d extended the invitation as more of a political courtesy, more of a regal rationale. She didn’t think he would actually take her up on it. And it was the surprise at seeing him, actually here in Arendelle, which propelled Anna across the floor.

She stood in front of him, her eyes searching his form, dimly appreciating his retained height, the more sustained air of royal presence which had drawn her to him all those years ago. But that was a different time, a different world. Back when he could be trusted, and back when she trusted anyone who showed her common kindness.

“I’m surprised to see you here, Prince Hans….Of The Southern Isles,” she added the last bit more for herself, to steady her own voice as she adjusted to the reality of him being here. Right here.

“I wasn’t sure you even knew.”