If she didn't crash from the exhaustion of everything, it would probably sneak up on her later when there were no distractions. For now, she was content to put those things aside and satisfy her hunger.

His words were also a distraction she needed, and her freckled cheeks grew flushed just from the word "bride". Anna was quite the romantic and had been ever since she was a child. She had dreamed of having the kind of relationship her parents had and she was always talking about romantic stories and fantasizing. She'd had some very romantic conversations with one of the paintings in her early teen years. She liked to pretend that she was the one being wooed, rather than the maiden his eyes were actually on.

Her eyes meet Kristoff's as she reaches out for the sandwich. There weren't exactly a lot of paintings in the gallery of muscled mountain men who worked with ice, but no prince would ever measure up to him. He made her childhood fantasies look empty for all the ways he filled her life. "Better than almost anyone. Better than I know myself sometimes."