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College Age Olaf 

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Established December 7th 2019

Not a spoiler-free blog for Disney’s Frozen 2

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Opening one eye, Hans glanced over at Anna. It was a serious question—the woman was furious at him and she wanted a straight answer. He, though, had no interest in accommodating her.

Why should he? Any chance of earning his father’s respect was gone, he had lost the opportunity to act on his stray thought of siding with the Arendelle sisters, and he had unwillingly already had one conversation with the police. If any of his brothers saw him, they would probably become convinced that he was thinking about rolling and they would try to kill him.

Out of all the people mad at him right now, Anna was one of the ones he was least concerned about.

The only thing mildly tolerable about winter happened to be the month of December where joviality and cheeriness blossomed in spite of the perishing of summer and fall. The thick grey American skies are punctuated with warm, vibrant colored lights which make the streets glow invitingly. Unlike in Norway where the houses are only decorated in white bulbs. Anna can’t help but think the multi-colored ones expelled the darkness just as well as the white. Plus, as an added bonus, it made things even more compelling to look at! Sure, she missed their fredreland and their parents something awful but taking up a few Americanized traditions didn’t seem all that bad. In fact, she welcomes them with open arms. 

Elsa didn’t even have to ask Anna twice! Any time spent with her sister was worthwhile but taking in the Christmas lights together, now that was truly special!! “Oh, do you think we’ll see any of those pretty lit reindeer? Or… or candy-canes… or advent-wreathes? Or even Santa Lucia?” She ponders aloud. The excitement expanding with every additional thought bubble bursting in her mind. “The angels! Yes. I hope they also have some angels and the nativity!” Internally, she is struggling with which aspect she would hopefully see first. 

“Tell me, Esla, what do you want to see on our walk?” Anna begs inquisitively.

The house is practically alive! The frantic energy is palpable as if, it contained a human pulse. It thrums out of every single occupied nook and cranny as future relatives race to and fro in the chaos. Each beat brings about something new. One brings several giggling children running rampant with popcorn half-threaded across a homemade garland. Another produces a series of puppies following in their wake. A few adults gathered around the punch bowls being prepped, some put out the fine china, and others helped finish the decorations. The next beat brings a series of bellowing timers chiming out disharmonious increments for food preparation.

Anna found herself staring in awe, in spite of herself. A flurry of commotions corresponds with various entrees and steaming dishes. There isn’t one sedate inch nor one corner even in the kitchen! This was endlessly better than spending Christmas talking to the walls and wishing for the company of others!

She had gotten in on the action with one of Kristoff’s Aunts attempting to put together a cookie recipe. Clouds of flour are caked upon freckled cheeks, thick dough clings to her fingers. The apron draped over her slender figure was equally as dirtied. Her copper strands are spilling out right and left in disarray. Yet, there is a wide grin plastered upon her face.

Another thrum brings a stressed looking Kristoff back into her field of vision. The worry lines quickly become evident in his features. “Oh no!” She exclaims, having completely forgotten to check the roast, as had everyone else in the room, save for Kristoff. She couldn’t fathom how her family’s personal staff made meal preparation look so effortless when it was anything but. They had always managed to produce the most scrumptious things. Anna, Kristoff, and his relatives, on the other hand, seemed to be a little less expert.

“If it’s burnt we’d better take it out,” Anna murmurs half to herself and half to anyone listening. She haphazardly maneuvers herself around a few of the younger kids who had, taken to playing in her path. 

She slips on an oven mitt and reaches in to extract the meat in question. Lips contort to form a nearly perfect “o” shape. It didn’t look like any of the ones she’d ever seen or eaten. It was distinctly several shades darker. Anna’s turquoise hues shift to the clock on the wall. Her smile drops when she realizes they wouldn’t have time to try another roast in the oven. “Th… think anyone will notice with all the other food we’re going to be putting out?” The smoking plate is placed in a vacant space on the counter. “Maybe we … we could cut out the parts that look like charcoal?” She suggests, taking another glance over the mildly overdone meat.

She giggles lightly while she closes the oven. “Already drunk? But the festivities have barely started!” Was this typical of families? She couldn’t exactly gauge the answer to that question given her limited exposure to the outside world. Anna takes a minute and using caution, she briefly wraps her arms around Kristoff’s middle. “This is so wonderful. I’m so glad you’ve invited us to come.” Sure. It wasn’t perfect. But who needs a pristine solitary holiday when you could have this-real moments with the people you love and will grow to love?!!

The wafting scent of fresh-baked cookies was positively irresistible! The pleasant smell hearkened back to better days. It actively toyed with strands of nearly forgotten memories. Or were they daydreams? Anna couldn’t discern or differentiate between the two with any level of certainty.

“Look, Sven!” She giddily remarks. Anna’s turquoise hues briefly shift to her reindeer companion making sure his gaze followed her’s to the full tray. Her mittened hand plucked one upwards, holding the still steaming parcel briefly to her nose before it is deposited into her mouth. The taste is scrumptious! The scent had not been misleading!

“These are sooooo goood!” She appraises. The first cookie is soon followed by two more and then she loses count. Resisting temptation had never really been her strong-point and as a result, she falters. Crumbs dot her lips and her cheeks puff out till they more closely resembled a squirrel’s than any humans. It wasn’t very regal but who cares? No one was watching. Were they?

The suddenness of the voice causes Anna to jolt. She slowly spins to face her accuser with a guilty expression plastered upon her face. In a whimsical moment of humor, she points a mittened hand at Sven. Yes. As if, the slightly chunky reindeer is the most believable of explanations as to why the cookie trays are now laid barren. “He says,” Anna starts, swallowing down what remained in her mouth without choking. Taking on a deeper far more masculine tone the copper-haired woman continues, “that they are the best in the kingdom!” It takes all of Anna’s strength not to giggle at the absurdity of it all. Although an appreciative glance, closely followed by one of betrayal, is not to be missed crossing Sven’s face. Finding one, solitary, cookie left tucked in her mitten, Anna returns it to the tray. “See! He even left one for you!” Had she not been the culprit, she might have laid claim to the generosity herself. She emphatically points towards the lone survivor of her raid.

The sheer anticipation of the surprise is almost too much for Anna’s thundering heart to bear. It feels like it just might burst at the seams! The enthrallment is almost palpably laced in every strike of the muscular organ makes against her rib-cage.

“Do I look like the kind of girl who’d forget her hat and gloves?” Anna teasingly questions. Of course, her words are promptly followed by a wisping flurry of copper chords as the younger princess turns back to gather the nearly neglected items. It certainly would have been a dreadful mistake to venture outside sans proper attire! Yet, finding them seemed to take almost a moment longer than Anna really wanted it to. Patience was one of the virtues she hadn’t necessarily been blessed with which, is mildly ironic because she possessed perseverance and tenacity in spades.

Her hat is indelicately plopped upon her head as quickly as it is grasped in her hand. Giggling she rushes to return to Elsa’s side, never pausing to pull on her gloves. No! She is too excited to cease the movement of her feet and so she elects to wrestle with them; though the mittens truthfully should be a cinch to pull on.