So a while ago I received a prompt asking for another smut fic because you guys seemed to really enjoy the first one. However, I accidentally deleted the message (my bad). I also received a verbal request from a friend at school to write either smut, family moments, or both, so I took both!
Now I hesitated with posting this because of the presence of children in the beginning (certainly not during the frickity frack), but I am pretty proud with this story.
Warning: Contains sexual content.
Summary: It’s Kristoff’s 38th birthday, and he’s feeling really old. However, Anna shows him that he is anything but in her own ‘special’ way.
Why is it that the older you get, the less you enjoy birthdays? Children adore that one day where they are the center of attention, piles of presents with their name on it- giddy that they are one step closer to becoming a ‘grown-up’.
Then when you’re finally there, birthdays are just a reminder that you wake up sore and when you get up in the morning, your bones sound like a chorus of ice being harvested- crackles and pops.
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“Alright. Aunt Georgette has some amazing taste.” Liberty explained wearing the hat she mailed her on her head. “And my dad got me TORTS! Yes! I’ll definitely need this later on in my education.” She grinned so far having a really good birthday.