Kristoff Bjorgman

Harley sidles up beside him and eyes the food on display with a wicked grin “Oh, c’mon, where’s your sense of adventa’?” Harley teases and nudges him playfully “Eyeballs, brains—it’s just a little Halloween fun! Gotta get in the spirit, big guy!” Harley picks up what looks like a wobbly intestine and waves it in front of him with a laugh

Kristoff nearly jumped back when she all but dangled the intestines batch on his face, but then he saw the logic in what she was saying. It was a party after all. "Tell you what! I'll do it if you do it first. Are you in?"

Kristoff had been dancing to the music, if you could call that when you have two left feet, then he thought to get himself something to drink and walked to where the punch table was, when the glass broke on the floor in front of him, which made him jump back with a startle. "That good, right?" he chuckled, not making a big deal of it. "There's plenty of it right in front of you. You mind if I join you? I'm thirsty myself."

"You know, comparing me to your reindeer is… honestly, not the worst thing I’ve been called. At least he sounds dependable." He laughed, nudging Kristoff’s shoulder. “I have a super dog, though—Krypto. So, I guess I’m not without a furry friend either. Not exactly a reindeer, but he’s pretty great.” He looked thoughtful when Kristoff asked about his home. “Well, I live in Gotham. It’s… intense there. Lots of tall buildings, shadows, and enough crime to keep the Titans busy. Definitely no snow-covered mountains. My dads live in Metropolis though, which I visit from time to time. That place is a lot more lively.” A soft smile crossed his face. He pointed at the potted tree with a grin. “What if it's The Tree of Lost Memories? Some say that every time you pass by one, it “borrows” a memory—a small one, like where you put your keys, or even a larger one, like why you entered the maze at all."

Kristoff's eyes laid on Superboy's strong arm and he blushed before he looked away. "You look dependable too! I mean, useful for making your way through hedges and all that." He nodded. "Dogs are great companions. I bet he likes you a lot." He let him talk about his home, a city apparently, and by the sounds of it it was kind of gloomy. "So, you like- fight robbers and all that? I bet they're afraid of you, being all that tall and handsom- I mean, fearful. And also big." He groaned at his own slip, then he smiled. "It's good to have a happy place you can go back to after what sounds like a tiring job, Superboy." They moved closer to where the pot was and he stopped at a fair distance of it. "Oh, that sounds handy! I mean, I always keep on losing the bag where I keep Sven's carrots and man- He gets in a mood every time that happens. Maybe I should get myself one of these trees, after the party is over, and take it home." They got closer to the tree and he looked at him. "Do you feel like the memory is returning?"

Superboy listened intently, leaning in when Kristoff whispered his secret strategy. A small grin crept onto his face, appreciating the clever idea. "Paintings, huh? Good eye," he murmured, matching Kristoff's quiet tone. When Kristoff compared him to his best friend, Sven, Superboy's interest piqued. "Sven, huh? Is he as good with directions as you are? What's Norway like, anyway?" he asked, genuinely curious. Matching his pace as Kristoff took his arm and led them forward. When they spotted the next painting, he nodded, impressed. "Alright, this might actually work!"

Kristoff laughed. "He better be! He's my reindeer, so if he can't tell directions then I'm oficially screwed. Luckily, that's never the case." He smiled when he asked him about his country. "It's beautiful. And very white almost all year long, specially where I live, in Arandelle. The mountains there are something else!" They made the turn and he noticed a small tree at the end of it, in a pot. "That's weird. It must mean something don't you think?" He looked at him and smiled. "Your turn to tell me about your country."

Superboy grinned, Kristoff seemed like a natural leader, it reminded him of Nightwing. “Nice to meet you, Kristoff! I’m definitely up for an adventure.” He glanced around the maze, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “Okay, so maybe we could look for some landmarks? Like that big fountain over there? If we head toward it, we might get closer to the center.” He chuckled as Kristoff mentioned the crashing through hedge walls. “Nothing can hurt me, Kristoff, I’m bulletproof, but I agree. Let’s stick to the maze route.” With a nod of determination, he walked forward. “Lead the way, and I’ll keep an eye out for any trouble. Let’s find our way through this thing!”

Kristoff nodded. "I agree. Landmarks are a good giveaway." He leaned closer to whisper at him. "I'll tell you a secret. Up until the moment we met, I spotted these sort of small paintings on every two corners, on the right side. Maybe we could follow those?" He was whispering near his ear so that no one else would hear his theory." He smiled. "You're just like my best friend, Sven. Always keeping me out of trouble!" He took Superboy's arm and led the way forward. At the second turn there was another small painting. "See?"

Kristoff was walking through the path made where the pumpkins were, when the sound of grunting, and eventual thumping caught his attention. When he looked around he spotted the fairy on the ground, still holding the pumpkin in his arms. He hurried up to where he was and with no effort he picked both the fairy and the pumpkin up, and put him back on his feet. "You can always pick a smaller one? But if it's your wish to work with this particular one I'll help you. What you think?"

Superboy tilted his head, studying the stranger with a curious expression. In this maze, he’d already bumped into his fair share of villains and troublemakers, so coming across someone who seemed genuinely… nice? That was unexpected. “Alright then,” he said, offering a slight nod. “I’m Superboy. What’s your name?” He brushed off bits of hedge still clinging to his costume, giving the guy a welcoming smile. Though he remained cautious, he didn’t want to judge too quickly—there was always a chance this could turn out differently.

Kristoff smiled when the other person didn't seem to shut his offer down. "I'm Kristoff. Superboy? That's a cool name." Once the other was standing by his side he looked around, trying to think back on the way he had came from. "Okay so, I've visited my share of mazes back home in Norway, so I might have an idea how to find the center of this. But you're welcome to give me any ideas, that don't include going through the hedges of course. Those look like they sting!" He cautiously placed his hand on Superboy's strong arm. "Let's go then!"

She raised a brow up at the man, crossing her arms under her chest. "A selfie. You know, a picture of...yourself?" She smirked, shrugging it off in lieu of the compliment. "Well, thanks, handsome. I'm glad you enjoyed the show. You came all the way over here just to tell me that?" She said, taking a step closer to him.

Kristoff cocked his head. "You mean like a self portrait? Do you paint too? Wow, you sure talented!" He nodded. "I thought it'd be more aproppiate like this, instead of simply shouting it at you over the chanting crowd, in which case you wouldn't have heard me." He smiled and took her hand. "I'm Kristoff. Wanna drink something of the weird beverages they're offering tonight?"

Kristoff was casually wandering inside the maze, determined to find the center before getting out, when all the sudden a patch of haze flew right in front of him, landing at his feet. He looked up and saw the person who had done that. "I'm sure someone can fix that. How about we find our way together? Two heads think better than one!"

"Thank you, Riverdale! Thank you, and good night!" Britney Grande - an internationally-renowned pop star finished her set (it was one song) on a stage-like construction overlooking the dance hall to thunderous applause. However, whether they were applauding her singing or her skimpy little outfit was thoroughly up for debate. Either way, Britney was satisfied with herself and figured she'd earned a break; so, sauntering confidently down from the stage, she made her way to the punch bowl, smirking as the crowd parted for her all the way there. She filled herself a glass, lifted it to her lips, and took a smooth sip, humming with satisfaction as it went down her throat. Only then did she notice someone standing near her, clearly wanting her attention. "Hmm? What's up, sweetie? Do you want an autograph? A selfie, maybe?"

Kristoff joined the round of applause that followed the songs the person up there was singing. He has to admit, she wasn't Anna or Elsa, but she sure could sing! Feeling that it would be polite to congratulate her he moved to where she was, and what she said left him confused. "A self what? I don't know what that means, miss. But I wanted to say you have a beautiful voice. I can see you're proud of that too!"

There's an amused arch of an eyebrow at the others comment about the ice, but the man was cute and blond. So, such a peculiarly for ice was an easy thing to get past for the vampire. "I mean, I enjoy the taste of it. So that's something." He said chuckling lightly as he clinked his cup against Kristoff's and easily took a long sip of that drink, a smirk dancing over at the other as he did. A moment later he lowered the drink with a soft "ah."

Kristoff raised his glass too and gave a tasting sip to the drink. "Not bad at all!" he commented, then took a longer sip, which made him shiver a bit, though not as quite as the sound the other man made. "What other tastes you enjoy, sir? You look like a man of the world who has seen a lot. I bet the list is long."

Kristoff was looking at one of the ice sculptures in the ballroom in awe. "And some say you can't do art with ice. How dare they" he muttered with a huff. He heard the voice behind him and turned around, and he nodded when he took the offered drink, even if there was caution in his eyes. "This doesn't look like Aquavit, but it can't be that bad, right?" He chuckled. "Let's try this weird greenish concoction together then. Cheers!"