#annaivety

"Kupopopo! Better late than never! Welcome aboard, Anna!"

//hands down this is true

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If I get 10 ‘Accents’ I’ll record myself saying all this~

The announcement of the Autumnal Equinox Ball had been posted all throughout the kingdom for the past week or so, but it wasn’t until recently that Kristoff actually realized that he was probably supposed to formally ask Anna if she wanted to accompany him to the event. How was he supposed to know he was required to do this type of thing? No one had ever told him so he had just assumed that people just went and met others at the occasion. Apparently though, they didn’t.

So now he was stuck with the problem of figuring out how to ask Anna to the ball. The trolls had told him once about what to do in this situation but for some reason, he couldn’t remember. At the time it wasn’t very important. He had never thought he was going to have to think about such hard things.

 Did people just go up to others and ask them if they wanted to go to the ball? Was that the typical thing to do? Or was it some elaborate long-winded speech that was supposed to be made? Why couldn’t things just be cut and dry?

Pulling himself together, Kristoff started towards the palace, determined to just ask Anna if she wanted to go with him. It would make more sense if he did that anyway. Just go up to her and ask her if she wanted to go with him. It wasn’t that hard. 

As he walked, he could hear snippets of conversations:

                “And that ball ----“

                                    “I know! It is the talk of the town.”

                             “I asked Esmerelda if she wanted to go with me.”

                                                “Did you bring her flowers?”

Flowers? Was that what you were supposed to do in this occasion? Kristoff had always thought flowers were supposed to be used for wedding engagements and whatnot. Why would he give Anna flowers if he was just asking her to a ball. That wouldn’t make sense. Then again, he never had done this before so maybe that was what people did? He didn’t want Anna to think any less of him.

                                    “Of course man. She wasn’t going to accept if I didn’t”

                                                “Dad told me to ask her under that tree”

                                    “The one where he proposed?”

            “Yeah. That one. How did you guess?”

‘I knew flowers were for proposals.’ Kristoff thought to himself, feeling somewhat proud of his ability to know what was what in this world of unbelievably confusing etiquette. 

                        “Janette, he asked me to go with him!

                                                --- And he gave me a bouquet of roses!”

Nope. His confidence was officially crushed. There was no way he could go to Anna without flowers now. She would reject his offer to take her to the ball in an instant. There were probably dozens of other guys waiting to give her flowers when they asked her to the ball. What if they already had? He would just seem ignorant if he didn’t bring her some flowers too. He needed those flowers! 

Turning to his right, Kristoff took a slight detour and headed towards the marketplace. Fortunately, the stall he needed was on his right so he didn’t have to go searching for the flower stall.

 To say the least, it probably wasn’t going to be a hard search in general. The perfume of the flowers stunk awfully. ‘Why do women like these things?’ Kristoff asked himself, half wishing that Sven was there to pipe up and help him out with this.

 “Can I have a rose?” Kristoff asked the woman at the booth.

 As she picked out two of the pre-cut red rubies, the common-woman said, “That will be 30 gold.”

 “Thirty!” Kristoff exclaimed, digging around in his pockets hoping that there was enough money for those roses. “Can’t you make it fifteen? I have fifteen.”

 The woman shook her head, “Sorry, roses aren’t in this season. You know how pricing works. Now if you wanted some Tulips on the other hand…”

 Tulips. She wanted him to buy Tulips. There was no way Anna would accept the Tulips. That one girl said that the boy who had asked her to the ball had given her roses.

 Sighing internally, Kristoff told the woman, “Nevermind then. Thanks for your time.”

 Maybe he didn’t have to give her flowers? Maybe another substitute would work? Hopefully it would work.  He certainly had to have something in his pockets that would work as a substitute. Digging through his pockets, Kristoff took inventory of everything he had.

 ‘Ice shavings, two carrots, mittens, fifteen gold, and a whistle.’ He thought to himself. ‘She definitely doesn’t want the ice. Already has plenty of gold. I rather need that whistle. And I doubt she needs mittens. Ok. Carrots it is.’

 That was it! Carrots. Carrots would be the perfect substitute for roses. Everyone liked carrots. Sven liked them. He liked them. The trolls liked them. Earlier he had seen a few other people eating some carrots. It was perfect! Who had thought he already had a perfect gift to give her? Turning, Kristoff once again set off towards the palace, a grin a mile wide plastered to his face.

 It almost felt as though no one could touch him as he moved through the crowded town center. Here he was going to see Anna for the first time in weeks (which was a plus all in itself), ask her to the ball, and get the etiquette of everything down. He wasn’t going to be that loser that didn’t show up with the flowers… or in this case, carrots.

The looming castle gates quickly came and went as Kristoff briskly walked towards beautifully ice ornate doors; every step: anticipation.  In fact, he had only made it up a few steps to the doors before they started to open.

“Anna!” Kristoff exclaimed, his face beaming. Pulling out the carrots from his lint filled pockets, he continued, “do you want to go to the ball with me?” He held out slightly limp and fuzzy carrots to Anna as if it was like a peace offering.

STELLA

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