Kristoff Bjorgman — Twenty-Four — Park Ranger — Non-Magical
Name: Kristoff Bjorgman Nicknames: N/A Age: 24 Height: 6′2″ Sexuality: Straight

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@rangerkristoff
Kristoff Bjorgman — Twenty-Four — Park Ranger — Non-Magical
Name: Kristoff Bjorgman Nicknames: N/A Age: 24 Height: 6′2″ Sexuality: Straight
elsardelle:
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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“No, thank you! I’m fine.” Not wanting to be anything of a bother, Kristoff declined the offer of a glass of water, only to immediately feel his mouth and throat dry up. Crap. He opened his mouth to retract his initial refusal and almost choked on a cough. “Sorry—I guess I’ll take a glass after all. If you don’t mind.” The contrast of his coarse, unpolished behavior standing next to probably the most refined person he knew in real life, was laughable. Kristoff was almost glad Anna wasn’t here to see just how much he didn’t fit in here, in this fancy house and lifestyle. He certainly wasn’t impressing her sister. His only consolation was that he knew the two didn’t speak very often; perhaps Elsa wouldn’t tell Anna about any of this embarrassing interaction.
annaardelle:
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.
“Why wouldn’t she talk to you?” he asked casually, watching her drink the mix of red and white wines and react...well, not-negatively. Maybe it wasn’t as disastrous an idea as he’d assumed; he wouldn’t be surprised if she was a secret genius after all. “Alright, hit me.”
annaardelle:
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.
“I don’t think that’s how that works,” Kristoff replied, frowning at Anna’s suggested plan. Of course, he didn’t know enough about wine to refute her logic, but he just called the shots as he saw them. If mixing two different types of wines was a good move, he was sure he would have seen it happen before somewhere, at least once. He waited for Anna to bring the bottles to the table, content with the warning that he’d given her—knowing he could say I told you so, if and when she tried her concoction and found it disappointing. “How’s the mac and cheese coming?”
vanderquaack:
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.
“More than you’d believe,” he answered, a soft chuckle escaping under his breath. At least she was somewhat self-aware, unlike some people he had the misfortune to collect and herd on the regular, straying off the authorized trails to chase absurd theories about magic that supposedly lurked nearby. “I don’t think people anywhere like to listen to rules, but people in this town are especially crazy,” he said. “At least you know about the flora and fauna out here—if you got lost, you could probably take care of yourself until help arrived.”
annaardelle:
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?”
Ever since the ball, Anna had been acting different toward Elsa. It was so confusing, and something she was trying to wrap her head around. One person she knew would understand Anna’s behavior better than herself, though, was Kristoff. She was coming home as Kristoff was seemingly leaving, and Elsa’s eyes lit up as she saw him. “Kristoff! Hi,” she greeted him with a small smile. “You must have just missed Anna. But, I don’t think she’ll be gone long, if you want to wait for her here,” she offered, walking past him to unlock and open the front door. She motioned for him to come in, “Or, I can just tell her you stopped by, no pressure.” @rangerkristoff
It wasn’t like Kristoff didn’t like Elsa—that was far from being the case. He actually thought she was pretty cool. She was smart, sort of reserved and very polite; there was nothing not to like about the woman. He just felt a little more awkward around her than most people, because he wanted her to like him so badly. Even if she and Anna weren’t super close, even if he wasn’t anybody really important to Anna in the grand scheme of things, he still wanted her sister to approve of him for some reason...So he tried to say, “I’ll just come back another time,” but instead he sheepishly followed the older woman through the door as soon as she waved him in. “Hello. How are you?” he started, hoping he wasn’t too stiff. “I mean, I hope I’m not bothering you—if you want, I can just meet Anna later.”
slurred words - Anna
@annaardelle
“Wow, Anna is just...don’t get me wrong, she’s kinda crazy. She’s loud and goofy and way too trusting, but that’s all just part of what makes her, her. She’s funny and cute, and smart and brave, and stubborn as hell. Never gives up on anyone or anything. Anna is just like this little...unstoppable force of nature. God, she’s great.”
Slurred words - Elsa
@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.”
[drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrect just wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like - anna
@annaardelle
[text] mac n chs pizza? [text] u scare me [text] im @ home [text] watching movies
Kristanna Frozen Broadway Commission for @the-blue-fairie
@vanderquaack
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.
dessa was walking through the dairy/produce aisle, not really looking in front of her as she leaned against her shopping cart, letting it move forward as she looked down at her phone where she had jot down a list of things she had to get from the grocery store, trying to cross things out and see what else was left over when the cart bumped into someone else’s, causing her to quickly look up with eyes wide, ready to apologize when she realized she recognized the guy she had accidentally just knocked into. “hi, oh my gosh, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to bump into you like that, i was just…looking through my list.” she holds up her phone meekly, offering an embarrassed almost smile. “i didn’t like…knock over any eggs or anything, did i?” she asks, taking a moment to glance over the items in his cart before realizing that was probably kind of weird, looking back up at him with another bashful smile. still infuriatingly attractive, she can see. “bet ya always get a kick out seeing me, huh?” she jokes lightly, trying to defuse the situation as she remembers the first time they had met. // @rangerkristoff
If Kristoff had been watching his surroundings instead of scanning the shelves, he could have avoided the collision, warning the girl that someone was parked right in her path. But no, instead he was startled by the sudden crash of another grocery cart knocking into his, and looked over to see a not-unfamiliar face. Her immediate apologetic reaction brought a smirk to his face that he could have done much better at hiding, and he waited for her to finish rambling before finally responding and letting her off the hook. “It’s fine; I should've been paying attention, too. I mean, what kind of park ranger doesn’t have situational awareness, right? Even hunting vegetables in the wild aisles of the supermarket. How about yourself? You good?”
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Anna felt incredibly lucky to have had Kristoff as her date to the ball, when all was said and done. He was understanding and kind when she’d seen Hans and Elsa and asked to leave, and even if he wanted to be anywhere but the hotel the entire time, he certainly didn’t show it. He’d driven her home as soon as she rushed to him in tears, and the two had spent a while talking in the car before Anna slipped into the house and to bed before Elsa got home. She’d even given him a kiss on the cheek as a goodbye, and she felt herself blushing the entire way to the door.
Now that the ball was over, Anna was even more grateful that Kristoff was kind enough to spend time with her at home while Elsa was there, giving her an excuse to not have to spend time with her sister. Though she wasn’t the best cook, she’d offered to make him dinner in thanks for sticking by her. “Okay, macaroni and cheese is almost done. That’s about as far as my chef skills go, unless you’re willing to risk getting some sort of a disease, and then my small circle of friends would be cut by one. Actually, two, since Sven would shun me for life. Are you sure you don’t want anything to drink?”
As much as hated to see Anna anything but her usually bubbly, happy self, Kristoff couldn’t help the way he felt about what happened at the ball...the situation with Hans and Anna. Even if she was heartbroken by the scene of her crush kissing her sister, he figured it was probably better the sooner she realized Hans wasn’t the kind of guy she should be going after. Rather this, than she actually got involved with him and only realized what kind of person he was with years down the road, maybe when she was in way too deep. That consolation didn’t make it feel any less shitty to see Anna cry, though, and he was happier that she seemed to be in better spirits tonight.
Even if she couldn’t cook besides heating up some macaroni, he was grateful for her offer to make them a dinner, and he was far from being picky, so he was genuinely ready to enjoy. Her comment about risking a disease from anything more complicated that she tried to make earned a laugh from him and he shook his head. “I’m no chef either, but I could teach you how to make a mean stew. I’m not sure Sven would shun you even if you poisoned me,” he added. “He’d probably say it was my own fault for not recognizing danger when I see it. Or smell it.” He considered her offer of something to drink and shrugged—he didn’t want to be a total stick in the mud, so he decided he might as well accept. “Sure, what are you having?”
it truly didn’t take very much to see that the man was completely out of his element here tonight, with the way he kept nitpicking at his suit and fidgeting in place, it was hard not to tell, even, and spinelli thought that maybe if she found like minded people it would help the time pass by faster, right? so making her way over she stood next to him, still leaving a few spaces between them of course and looking straight forward instead of directly at him as she spoke up. “….how many of these idiots do you wanna bet end up blackout drunk and passed out somewhere in a corner tonight?” she points to someone from across the room, a drink in each hand. “my money’s on that one..what if someone gets drunk enough and a fight breaks out…god, i hope so.” she shares this, quickly taking a sip from her own drink. // @rangerkristoff
As somebody came to stand somewhat nearby to him, Kristoff didn’t actually expect them to speak, especially because they didn’t turn their head toward him while they talked as if trying to keep a low profile—like she wasn’t actively trying to socialize—but nonetheless it was clear the girl’s commentary was meant for his ears. There was nobody else close enough to pick up her bold remark. He chuckled, feeling like maybe he’d found a kindred spirit in someone else who wasn’t a big fan of these enormous, extravagant parties which inevitably ended up being excuses for people who liked attention to make even bigger public nuisances of themselves. The only thing that made these events worth it to Kristoff’s mind was that Anna enjoyed them; while she was off being a social butterfly though, he had to entertain himself somehow. Talking shit with a stranger was as good a pastime as any. “You don’t think they have some kind of bouncers here?” he speculated, scanning the room with his eyes to see if he could pick out any hired security who might keep a scene from breaking out. “They spent enough money on the rest of this crap,” he added in an undertone.
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To be honest, Kristoff wasn’t the most romantic date that Anna had been hoping for when she thought of her first adult ball, but he was good arm candy and an even better friend for taking her when she had no one to go with. Kristoff was sweet and always seemed to have Anna’s best interests in mind, keeping her closer to the ground when she only wanted to have her head in the clouds. “Okay, mister, I appreciate you getting out of your woodsy, smelly clothes for this, but as my date you’re kind of obligated to dance with me,” she said with a grin. “Oh, and maybe take a picture in the photo booth. Just so I have photographic proof that you actually dressed up and got out of the house for once.”
Cleaning up to attend a fancy event was something Kristoff would only do for one person, and she sure wasn’t going to let him live it down. He shook his head at her suggestion of getting photo booth pictures, already feeling like he was in a costume and not wanting any further reminders of that discomfort for the future, but he already knew that he would end up giving in if Anna wanted it. He rolled his eyes, but couldn’t hide the smile that tugged at his lips as he answered her demands, “Fine. We can dance. But if I step on you, just remember that you asked for this.” He offered his hand to her in an uncharacteristically gentlemanly fashion; he had watched too many old movies for his own good. “May I have the honor?”
aanna-xx:
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?”
He breathed a sigh of relief as Anna kissed his cheek, melting into a smile as she moved past him inside. Closing the front door, he turned back around and answered her question with a little more confidence in himself than he’d previously had, her smile encouraging and emboldening him. “I made pasta. And, uh, I tried to make dessert earlier but it didn’t turn out so well so I went back out and got chocolates...” God, he really was terrible at this. It seemed impossible that Anna didn’t see him as just a bumbling oaf, but she was still here, so patient and sweet. Leading the way to the table, he pulled a chair out for her.