When his words finally sunk in, I stood up straight, flustered. But most of all, I was fuming.    "Who do you think you are?" I exclaimed, "Going around violating people who obviously hate you!"   Kris' eyes darkened with hurt and he rose from his seat. He took three large steps, causing me to move back also, only to have my back hit the cold wall.    And once again, a small space was between my face and his. A space so small that I could feel his warm breath on the tip of my nose.    He's so infuriating that he thinks he can just intimidate people like this so that he'll always get his way with thi-   "I'm sorry."    Wait, what? Did the ice king just apologise to me? His voice had dropped and octave or two making chills run down my spine. My hands shot up to cheeks, slapping them slightly, checking if there was a possibility that this was just a dream. Or maybe a hidden camera, who knows.    Kris gripped my wrists gently, pulling them down so that they were resting on his chest.    "I'm sorry," he repeated, "for acting so horribly towards you. The truth is- I've liked you since I first met you but I didn't know how to approach someone who was always so busy. I know this sounds like a horrible excuse, but I could't think of another way of getting your attention. Will you forgive me? Please?"   This definitely had to be some sort of prank. But the look on his face was so sincere that it had me believing every word he said.    "Are you being honest?" He nodd