266A/N: Tumblr meme fill: jawline kiss.
[KristoffxAnna, K, humor]
"A Not-Quite-Close Shave"
Kristoff has grown used to indulging Anna's whimsies in the months that they've spent together.
He'd accidentally broken a chandelier when Anna wanted to know just how high up he could throw her (and helped her pick the glass out of her hair and explain things to Elsa afterwards). He'd counted all of her visible freckles when she wanted to know just how many she had (and privately counted the ones not seen by anyone but the two of them, at least if he had anything to say about it). He'd even taken her harvesting once, even though her one attempt to swing a pickaxe had seen her fall over backwards into the snow and she'd gone to sit in the sleigh and sulk until he'd shown her the chocolate krumkakes he'd brought her for lunch.
Anna has, in short, had many whimsies. Largely because Anna is, in a word, strange. But she's strange and his, and that alone is reason enough to keep indulging her.
This time, however…
Kristoff shuts his eyes at the first touch of cool metal against his jaw. "So you've never done this before, huh," he says, proud that he manages to keep the fear out of his voice.
(…well, most of it, anyway.)
"Nope," Anna says, her tongue peeking out from one corner of her lips as she narrows her eyes in concentration, pressing the razor to his skin. "But I've always wanted to."
I knew I should have grown a beard when I had the chance. "Is it seriously that fascinating?"
"Well…" Anna says, carefully swiping the razor down, "I just never have to do it. And you look so manly when you do."
"Great, so tell you what, you just hand me the sharp thing and you can watch me be manly to your heart's content."
"Oh hush, you big baby."
A retort springs to his lips, but he thinks better of expressing it when Anna has the razor so close to his throat. Instead, he tries to stay as still as humanly possible, breathes shallowly, and reminds himself that he loves Anna very, very, very much.
She's silent as she works, carefully contouring the razor over his cheeks and jawline, even taking his chin in one hand to shave above his upper lip (she rolls her eyes affectionately at the obvious flash of panic across his face). Fear slowly begins to give way to a comfortable quiet, nothing but the quiet shk of the razor, the swish of water, the contrast of cool metal and Anna's soft, warm hands.
"Voila!" she says finally, setting the razor down by the basin with a flourish. She hands him a small mirror and smiles. "And don't you look handsome?"
Kristoff flips the mirror over, takes one look at his reflection, glances at Anna, and bursts out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Anna asks, frowning and crossing her arms over her chest.
"Anna… did you put a blade in that razor?"
"What? Of course I did, I'm not…" Her eyes widen, and one twitches slightly. "Oh. Um…" She smiles helplessly, a flush rising to her cheeks. "Oops?"
He can't help it, she's just so adorable when she's flustered, and he laughs again, full and deep, and pulls her into his arms, rubbing his still-stubbly cheek against hers.
"Sorry," she says, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the smooth underside of his jaw. "Want me to try again?"
"Tell you what — I'll track down a blade and you can watch me shave."
"Deal. Oh! Since this didn't work out, can I try braiding your hair later? I think it should just be long enough."
"Sure, why not?" he says, leaning down to nuzzle her jaw. "I think you need a shave first, though. Here, hand me that thing."
"Very funny."