#sprxlsk

Kristoff didn’t want to believe it when he saw Anna with Hans at that one party -- where he’d made a complete fool of himself with Rapunzel, almost bringing their fake dating to an awkward point. 

They looked like they were...together. Like, together together. And Kristoff couldn’t stand the thought of that pompous, pointy-nosed jerk getting to be around her like that; hold her hand, talk to her, kiss her.

Kristoff knew he’d likely missed his chance -- who would want to go from rich kid to reindeer guy, anyway? -- but he was finally going to just...talk with her. Even if he’d missed his shot with Anna, they could be friends, right? Maybe...

Kristoff had just gotten back from bringing the massive hoard of Snowgies up to Elsa’s ice palace -- he wasn’t sure, but Marshmallow looked a little confused as to what to do with the little invasion -- and was, to be perfectly honest, a bit exhausted. Trying to keep them all in his sled, along with Olaf, was actually a lot more difficult than it sounded.

Most of the party things had been cleaned up by the time he walked through the courtyard, so he made his way into the castle, since it didn’t seem they needed his help in clearing decorations away.

INTO THE WOODS

Golly gee willikers, I really don't know! I'd love to play Cinderella's prince. Agony would be a bucket of kittens to do. And then again, Jack has some of the best musical numbers... and lately I've been typecast in shows (like 3-4, it's pretty bad) as the helpless husband, so maybe the Baker...

HEATHERS

sprxlsk

"So, Princess, anyone I need to add to my, quite literal, hit list? I'm thinking about adding our math teacher to the top for assigning so much work"