Here I Stand

Some things never change.

warm voice of Kristoff :-)

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"I asked if you would like either a maid or myself to bring you dinner later because you are rather tired," she repeated, smirking in a silent tease. A part of her couldn’t shake the feeling that it was something more than that, but Elsa was known for being too sensitive. She was probably just making it up.

"Now, if you’ll excuse, I do have some business to attend to," she continued, giving the Prince a shallow bow. "Please get some rest."

A few hours later, Elsa knocked gently on the man's door before entering quietly to make sure the man wasn't asleep.

The Queen smiled softly up at the breaker. “And a Happy New Year to you too, Mr. Break-It.” Taking a step closer to him, she continued, “I am fine, but… What happened last night that was so crazy?”

"Maybe," she replied, smirking at his comment. Given the noises she was just making, it was pretty obvious that was her weak spot. Tilting her head to the side, she smiled. "And where’s your weak spot, Mr. Break-It?"

"My ear." The breaker replied, tapping his ear lightly. "Don’t nibble on it, i’ll make the weirdest noise." But by the look on her face, she was probably planning on doing it. "Oh no you don’t!" Ralph rolled off before she even had a chance to get closer. "Nice try, Frosty!" The bad guy smirked, placing his hands behind his head.

"I’m a bad guy, I’m not supposed to be fun." The breaker replied with a smirk. "Problem, your majesty?" Ralph chuckled at her pouting, was he enjoying this? Oh yes, he enjoyed it a lot. "Cute faces won’t help, i’m not letting you nibble on my ear! You’re just gonna have to get there by force."

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Holding her folder to her side, she hurried, trying to get to her destination as quickly as possible. The blonde let out a soft “Omfph” as she collided with the man with his phone out. “I’m so sorry!,” she cried, running a hand through her bangs. Crouching down, she helped gather us the music sheets that scattered upon impact. “Please, you don’t have to-” she insisted, feeling terrible that he was cleaning up her mess. Sighing, she took the sheet she collected, stuffing them back into her folder. “Thank you-” Looking up at the person, she came up blank for a name. (Of course, this wasn’t surprising. Elsa would be lucky to name ten other students on campus.) “I’m sorry, I don’t know your name.”

Kristoff smiled, “It was my fault, what kind of person texts and walks without looking?” he laughed softly. Soon enough the other freshmen went about their own business; almost stunned that the upperclassman didn’t make her life a living hell. “Kristoff,” he replied simply, “and what’s your name?” he inquired. Of course it was almost a surprise for him, he was after all, the star quarterback for the football team. However, he hid his surprise and quickly asked another question, “Music notes? Do you happen to have jazz band or something?”

Her mind ran as her fingers did the same through her bangs. What did that article about being outgoing say? Ask questions? Yes, people like to talk about themselves! "So... do you do anything around campus?" she asked, quietly, hoping it was a decent thing to ask. 

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