kristoff bjorgman

Name: Kristoff Bjorgman Nicknames: N/A Age: 24 Height: 6′2″ Sexuality: Straight

Elsa had no clue what Kristoff thought about her. After all, her and Anna weren’t close, so she had no idea what Anna had or hadn’t mentioned about their relationship. It was just so odd though, how she thought they were finally getting closer, only to notice Anna pushing her away, just like she had in the first place. Was Elsa finally getting her karma for being a bad sister?

Karma or coincidence, Elsa still wanted to try. She’d been sheltering herself for far too long, and nothing seemed to be accomplished from that besides loneliness and a never ending feeling of being misunderstood. She was glad he decided to come in and wait for Anna, hoping this was the perfect chance to talk to him. “I’m doing okay,” she answered honestly as she closed the front door. “Not at all, I don’t have anything going on,” she continued, trying to come off as friendly as possible, even in her usual reserved nature. Was it selfish that she was only being this nice to try to talk to him about her sister? It was probably selfish. “You want a glass of water or anything?”

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Anna frowned as she pulled out two bottles of wine: one white, one red, to try her experiment. “You don’t think so? I guess there’s only one way to find out,” she shrugged, gasping as he mentioned their dinner. “Oh, my god, I almost forgot. I’m glad one of us is paying attention.” She turned back to the pasta, deciding it was time to drain the water. “Two minutes,” she called behind her shoulder, opening the fridge to get the butter and milk.

She returned to the table with two bowls, two glasses, and the two bottles of wine. “Okay, hopefully I don’t kill you with this. If I do, though, Elsa will be my lawyer so I don’t wind up in jail. If she ever speaks to me again, that is,” Anna grumbled, pouring some of the white wine into her glass, followed by the red, and taking a sip. “This isn’t bad. Like, not the same as my fruity pink that I like from the store, but it’ll do. Wanna try?”

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    Kristoff couldn’t help a smile as she remembered their dinner with a start and began bustling about the kitchen again. His thoughts that they were kind of a perfect match, that they balanced each other out in a way, were to be kept to himself. Anna might have overcooked her pasta without him there to keep her on track, but that didn’t mean they were supposed to be a couple—there was no such thing as meant-to-be. His feelings for her were just his feelings, nothing more.

    When she muttered something about Elsa never speaking to her again, he raised his brows. She could have just been referring to her sister’s hypothetical estrangement over the idea of Anna accidentally poisoning someone and having to be bailed out, but it sounded like something more than that. The tone of voice clued him into some sort of unspoken tension between the sisters, and he wondered whether it was appropriate to ask. He didn’t exactly want to pry, but if it was something that was weighing on Anna, he would be more than happy to take that burden off her shoulders and let her vent.

Anna clapped her hands excitedly as Kristoff reluctantly agreed to raid Elsa’s wine fridge. Though she wasn’t much of a risk taker, her friend was probably less so. It didn’t make for many adventurous times between the two, but she was glad to see Kristoff at least going for a small bit of rebellion with her.

“Okay, let’s see,” she started, opening the wine fridge under the counter, “she has pretty much anything and everything you could want. But, she likes her white wine better, so there’s a bigger selection of that. I like the pink stuff, so maybe I should mix the two together to make some?” Anna suggested. Truly, she had no idea how wine exactly worked, but it seemed like it was common sense enough.

Webby hadn’t even noticed how long she’d been talking for, or how much it seemed to have gotten on the ranger’s nerves. She was just legitimately enjoying herself, taking a hike through the woods of Walt Grove, admiring the trees above her and the plants around her ankles, remembering fun facts about the different birds and flowers she was noticing. Sure, she had also deviated from the normal route a bit, which had prompted him to come out to get her; she was pretty sure someone had reported her. Yet if she were being honest, she wouldn’t have even remembered he was there if he hadn’t spoken up, a pointed tone in his words, making her stop and turn back to him. “ Well sure. But you’re not a stranger, ” she replied, as if that was the most obvious thing in the world. “ You’re the park ranger. ” A little laugh. At least, that was what was on his shirt, along with his name, both in solid yellow font. “ You’ve probably heard most of these facts before, though, I imagine. It must get pretty boring, hearing them over and over again every day, ” she continued, turning back and continuing on her walk. “ How often do you have to walk people back like this ? ” she asked over her shoulder curiously, knowing - or at least hoping - she wasn’t the only one to go wandering off the path for some nice pictures and quiet time.

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     Her logic was impossible to argue with. Kristoff glanced down at the badge and nameplate on his uniform shirt and heaved a sigh. He loved his job—it was just the public-facing interaction aspect that he had a hard time with. Social situations had never been his strong suit, and one would think that working in the middle of a forest would have meant he’d have little to do with that...but not quite. He shrugged as the girl walking the trail in front of him continued to speak, asking how often he had to deal with things like this.

Anna was grateful that Kristoff took the joke lightly, but she really wasn’t joking: no matter how long she’d been without parents to help make dinner, she could never seem to get better at cooking. It was a curse that she couldn’t shake, leading to having cereal and pasta most nights of the week. “Ooh, stew? That sounds like it’d be good. I’d love a cooking lesson with Kristoff, but I don’t want to force you after all you’ve done for me. If Sven doesn’t get mad at me for poisoning you, he might if he thinks I’ve kidnapped you,” she said with a giggle. Even though her own sister didn’t seem to notice how much time she was spending with the boy, Kristoff’s brother might. “I haven’t quite decided yet, I was hoping you would,” Anna admitted with a sheepish smile. “Should we sneak into Elsa’s stash? I don’t think she’ll even notice.”

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     Kristoff shook his head, already reassuring her that any additional time spent together was far from being forced. He couldn’t exactly say that Sven would probably be delighted to know that they were hanging out more, because he was the number one supporter of the feelings Kristoff had been slowly developing over the course of his friendship with Anna. Sven was definitely rooting for him to get over himself and ask her out at some point, but that kind of courage was still a ways off; there was no sign of Anna ever returning his feelings, and the last thing he wanted to do was make things awkward between them.

     “Um...are you sure she won’t mind?” he asked, concerned by the suggestion that they steal from Elsa, even if it was just a bottle of something replaceable with all the money the Ardelle family had. The thought of getting on Elsa’s bad side wasn’t fun. But breaking the rules with Anna, having a little adventure, was. “Well, I guess it won’t be a problem if we don’t get caught. Right?”

@annaardelle

@elsardelle

     “Elsa. Hard to read. Hard to pin down. I don’t know, I...I’ve talked to her plenty times, but I still don’t know much about her besides that she’s a councilwoman, she’s Anna’s sister...and uh, she’s blonde? Pretty smart, I think. But Anna’s smart, too, and she doesn’t make you guess what she’s thinking—I like that about her. I mean, I don’t not like Elsa, but I just really love...Anna’s really...different.”

@annaardelle

     It had been a while since Kristoff had been around somebody as talkative as the little blonde beside him—besides Anna, who didn’t count because he could listen to her ramble all day and be content. But his manners were rusty when it came to politely telling people he didn’t know personally to shut up, so when the girl paused to take a breath, he cut in with, “Didn’t anybody ever teach you not to talk to strangers?” The fact that he was wearing his official park ranger uniform, that she was a visitor and was just trying to spout off some nature facts to make the hike interesting were beyond him in his impatience.

Anna would be lying if she said she hadn’t spent far too much time in her head recently thinking she had ruined absolutely everything with Kristoff. So the more he talked, and the more puzzle pieces she stated to put together in her head, the more she couldn’t help the grin across her face. It was the cutest thing to see him putting in this much effort and to be practically tripping over himself. With a soft laugh she leaned up and kissed his cheek as she walked in just as she had a million times before. It was odd, and very satisfying how it felt like home to her. Turning to look at him with a smile she nodded. “I would love to join you for dinner, yeah. What are we having?”