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kristoff bjorgman, thirty-five, founder and owner of The Arendelle Pub

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kind of a funny story | maebyn and kristoff

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Maebyn cleared her throat, slowly taking her hands out of her pockets. She looked down at them—all clear, they weren’t letting out any sign of frost, ice or snow. It was safe to take the leash and she did so, tugging back. “Really? That’s my mom’s last name. Weird. I don’t know a lot of people with that name but then again, it’s not really her real last name. It’s kind of just a title.” 

The girl looked down at Sven, then back at Kristoff. “sorry about Sven. I don’t know why my mom insists on keeping him. He’s really more trouble than he’s worth. I—I can try and like, I don’t know. You aren’t going to get busted by the health department, are you? Dogs or especially this one—can be really gross. Well,” she shrugged, turning away but then stopped.

"Sorry, I forgot to say who I was but that might be weird but my dog—my mom’s dog, kinda almost destroyed you and I mean, you know my mom’s last name and knowing mine won’t hurt because I have a different last name. I’m Maebyn but I can’t ell you my last name because my mom would flip out. She doesn’t like me talking to strangers."

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Kristoff kept his eyes stern, 'Why does she keep looking at her hands?' He thought to himself. This all looked to familiar, but he didn't want to push it. I mean he barely knew the girl, but still. Something was a bit off about her. 

Kristoff wasn't really paying attention to what she was saying, but when he heard 'Thats my mom's last name' and 'Sven' he quickly brought his eyes to hers. "Wait- what did you just say?" He paused for a moment looking at her then to the dog standing near her. He tilted his head, "What's your mothers first name?" Kristoff's heart was racing and his hands started to become sweaty. 

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kind of a funny story | maebyn and kristoff

Walking Sven was one of Maebyn’s top least favorite activities. Although it wasn’t a permanent chore—her mother usually would do this but Gerda was sick the night before and Anna refused to leave her four year old’s side.

It was not as if Maebyn hated Sven. She just didn’t quite like him. Her aunt’s white and orange cat named Olaf was so much better. And more clean. It was true that Maebyn once knew Sven and Olaf as a reindeer and snowman but she did not remember.

"Sven come on!" She tugged at his leash—trying to keep him from a corndog stand. "You are such a brat!" Maebyn managed to get him to heel for several blocks but suddenly the Irish Wolfhound broke free. "Sven! Sven get back here you little crazy bathead!" She ran after him as he ran into a shop. A pub.

"Sven!" Maebyn ran through the door and she gave a horrified yelp as the dog lunged for a blonde man. "Stop! Get away from that man!" She rushed to the animal but stopped short, looking up at one of the menus. "Arendelle?" she reached for Sven’s leash, clutching it. The anxiety built up, embarrassed about the situation. She felt her hands, she felt a build up of frost creep around the leash. Maebyn told herself it would be okay. The girl pulled away, without the dog and tucked her hands in her sweatshirt pocket.

“Arendelle. Where did you come up with that?”

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It's only been two weeks, but Kristoff could honestly say that he liked New York. The only thing he would complain about is how crowded it gets out in the streets. Though he shouldn't complain since the first day he opened his Pub, he's been getting customers none stop. Plus, a lot of hot chicks would come out, making Kristoff get plenty of numbers in on day. Although today was going slow, but thats only because rush hour doesn't start till dawn. 

Kristoff was currently washing some of the bar cups and wiping off tables, not really thinking about anything else. When he finished he set them all on the rack and sighed. Nothing was really happening and it was, well boring! He walked around the counter and before he could sit down a dog ran up to him, almost pulling him down to the ground. "Whoa there boy! Slow down." Before he could take a closer look at the dog he heard footsteps rushing in. 

As soon as he saw the girls face he held his breath, she looked so much like Anna. "Stop! Get away from that man!" Kristoff was now studying the stranger, not knowing what to do. "Arendelle?" He suddenly raised and eyebrow, is she related to Anna? "Arendelle. Where did you come up with that?" 

Taking a moment, Kristoff respond shortly, "I uh- knew someone with the name."