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It's easy to find solace in ice because it doesn't burn you like people.* private / low activity kristoff bjorgman of disney's frozen. est. 6/2016. written by lizzy.

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❝    if you’d like an apology for me,     you won’t receive any.     ❞       they’re stuck.    their adventure to travel uphill to rejuvenate both sitron and sven’s strengths after their ill having cured had taken too long that they’d needed to find shelter if they’re hoping to make it to the castle ground by morning light now that the sun has set.    hans hadn’t wanted to,    he didn’t want to give the ice queen any reason to bring more despair on his prisoner status here in arendelle,    but the ice harvester had reminded that there were wolves in the area.    so,   yes.   hans thinks again.    they’re stuck.    how unfortunate.    

❝    i do admit,   the rumours of my family are true.   we are a cruel and unforgiving house,    and i hadn’t had the kindest of childhood   -   yet that is no excuse for having done what i did.    still,   i am not sorry.    if i were to do it again,   i’d bring up that blade quicker to your queen’s head.     not for the crown though,    no.     ❞      if only so somebody,   anybody,   could bear the same loneliness i felt.    if only for anna to stay absent of knowing how it is to be loved truly by a family member.     a frozen heart,    hans thinks,   patting his chest.     maybe it is what he bears after all.      ❝    however,    that is an ambition long passed.    so,   fear not.    there is no positive outcome anyway,   should i do harm to any royal member of kingdom arendelle presently.     ❞   

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It’s not like he’s expecting one, it is Hans. Civility has been somewhat set, hostility lukewarm. Their animal companions’ ill health had invoked them to put aside any ill feelings - - for now. The snowy grounds beneath them make crunching sounds as Kristoff steps through it with booted feet. The sun is already beginning to fall, and he knows they have to find shelter or least they’ll be stuck with wolves roaming around.      “    Wasn’t expecting one,   ”   he says wryly, adjusting his hat on his head. 

Have any of them had kind childhoods, he’s beginning to wonder. It’s not a good excuse and at least Hans can admit to that. Kristoff’s light brows furrow down, lips setting into a thin line. He hadn’t initially cared much for Elsa - - or, more like, he had been neutral on his feelings on her but she’s proven to be a good person much like Anna. Neither of them deserved what had happened - - what could have happened.    “   I doubt you’ve ever been sorry about anything in your life, ”     he retorts, voice gruff and rough edges. So much for civility, but Kristoff has his limits. Regardless if Hans says he’s not entertaining the thought anymore Kristoff’s shoulders are still oh-so-tight, guard set. Trust for him isn’t something so easily earned.

He pats a hand on Sven’s back, expression softening the slightest, looking more tired than anything.    “    Hang in there buddy,    ”    he mutters before turning his attention back ahead.    “   There should be an inn up ahead we can check into.   ”

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Gruff men who get all soft and happy when they’re with you 

Big men with calloused hands who touch you like you’re something incredibly special 

Grumpy men who chuckle at your bad jokes 

Calm men who get protective and irrational and then pretend like they didn’t

Stoic men who look at you with gentle smiles on their face when you’re not looking at them with an expression that sort of says “I can’t believe she’s with me." 

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Jasmine shivered with every step, her normally tanned nose and unusual shade of pink. She had lived in the desert her entire life–snow was not something she was ever exposed to. Hell, if the temperature ever went below 80 degrees Fahrenheit, she had to wear a heavy shawl. This, though, this tundra had the poor runaway shivering like a maraca.

“No,” she whispered through chapped lips. “Ice” she basically hissed at the word, “Is not something I’ve seen a lot in my life.” Ungloved hands rubbed the side of her arms as she frantically tried to warm herself. Go see the world Jasmine, what’s the worst out there. Oh, you mean besides the icy death of Arendelle? She scolded herself mentally as she trudged through the unforgiving fjord.

“I’ll manage.” It sounded like a lie to her own ears but Jasmine was too stubborn to ask for help.

She certainly looks cold enough, but her clothing probably doesn’t help. Sven nudges at his back with his nose, urging him forwards. Like a reindeer whisperer Kristoff reads the notion easily enough. Help the girl. Right. Helping. He’s still not used to that - - the last person he helped was Anna and that had been a disaster. Disregarding the fact that she’s now his friend along with Elsa but. .  .

Kristoff eyes her a little longer than his usual quick glance. A light brow raising skeptically. Yeah, he doesn’t believe her at all. Honeyed eyes fall on his reindeer companion before he pats the back of it and as if on cue Sven steps forwards to the girl’s side, kneeling down on his four legs like a knight.

“   Sven’ll let you ride him. I’m heading this way anyways so,   ”   he shrugs the rest of his sentence, nonchalant as if he’s not offering to help her. ( He always hides behind that nonchalant cool facade that prevents others from seeing that he’s actually a really good guy. Too good. )

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“   So he’s an. . . uh chameleon?   ”    His big, freckled nose wrinkles up a bit in concentration, honeyed eyes blinking in wide-eyed curiosity as he looks over the lizard on her shoulder. He’s never really seen lizards before, not up close. The most animals he’s seen are reindeer and, well, trolls, he guesses.

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          gaze only softens further at his words and a step closer is taken so that both hands cupped his face , ❝ you don’t have to apologize , kristoff . ❞ head is tilted back a bit to look up at him , ❝ i was lost in my thoughts and not really paying attention so you’re fine . ❞ as she spoke one of her hands had moved down to be placed upon his shoulder , however , she hadn’t realized that fingers had slid down his neck to get to his shoulder — far too busy looking into his eyes .

          ❝ you never have to worry about that because i enjoy it when you — ❞ she catches herself and face becomes a deep flush . that was when eyes break away to stare at his chest — anywhere but his eyes . her heart is racing and both hands had fallen to his chest , fingers curled into loose fists . had she really been about to say that — confess that ? ❝ —i-i think we should finish up for today . the festival will be fine — like you said …and — ❞ she’s refusing to look him in the eyes , gaze falling on everything but those brown eyes .

It feels like his heart is about to burst out of his chest with the way it’s thumping heavily. It becomes more prominent when he feels her touch slide down from his cheek, leaving a cool trail that somehow burns nonetheless. He swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down with the action. At least he knows he hasn’t pushed any boundaries, is always so hesitant to reach out. His warm honeyed gaze flickers across, taking in her facial features, trying to read her. He doesn’t get to hear the final part of her sentence but he can’t help but wonder: does she mean to say she enjoys the innocent touches they share here and there? But then she’s avoiding his gaze, changing the subject, and he’s left with his heart in his throat.

No, he doesn’t want to shut himself anymore. He wants to be more open, especially with Elsa.

Before he can stop himself, catch his heart before it fully slips from his lips, he’s already speaking.   “   Me too,   ”   he says, his voice earnest.    “    I want to touch you. And to. . . kiss you more.    ”     He can still remember their first kiss - - it leaves a pleasant tingle on his mouth from the memory. His hand slides from her cheek to press both his hands on top of hers currently resting on his chest.   “  I just wasn’t sure if you were okay with it.    ”

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Kristoff clears his throat, hand clenched in a fist up to his mouth before dropping back down to his side. He goes for nonchalance when he speaks.   “    You know all those little walking talking snowballs? The ones you made up when you were sick? They’ve gone kinda crazy in the mountains, just so you know.   ”      Maybe leaving them in her ice castle hadn’t been the best idea but - - just what could he have done otherwise?

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His hands work on setting up a rope and other gear on Sven. He pauses to pat a hand gently on his reindeer companion’s back fondly before digging out a carrot to hold in front of it. Sven munches on it, and Kristoff regards him a bit longer before turning his attention back to Anna. The ground’s snowy but thankfully snowfall has stopped for the day leaving it in okay standards to travel. For someone experienced in traveling with snow like him at least. He’s practically lived outdoors all his life after all.

“    Are you sure you really want to spend your day mountain climbing?    ”    For him it’s fun but his interests aren’t exactly what every one enjoys he’s long realized. ( He’s odd, most definitely. ) In fact, he still doesn’t know all that much about Anna’s interests either; he’s still learning. 

Sven finishes the carrot and then nudges him in the back, giving a loud snort afterwards.   “   Hey,   ”   he says, without any bite, and he can already hear what the reindeer is saying. She’s good company.     “   You know Sven, I think you like her more than me some days,   ”    he quips wryly.

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          she’s lost in her storm of thoughts , dissociating for a moment before his touch brings her back . it’s like a thrust back into reality — being yanked out of raging rapids back into safety . she jumped in that instant but relaxed when she knew it was his touch . head turn as hand reaches up to rest over his . she listens to his words , soaks them up . they cause her to flush and avert her gaze . he was right , of course .

          he knew what to say to ease her whirling mind . though worry was still present , she was able to push it to the back of her thoughts . frown was replaced with a soft smile , free hand going to press against his own cheek .  ❝ thank you , kristoff . you’ve always known what to say to help ease my mind . ❞ how fondly did she gaze up at him , freckle dusted cheeks now hinted with a soft flush . thumb rubbed against his cheek , a cool touch compared to his heat ( and possibly quite a refreshing sensation in the summer’s rays ) .  

He feels her jump, thinks he should have asked before acting but then she’s relaxing into his touch. His warm gaze flickers across, taking in her facial features, admires the pretty color that blossoms across her cheeks. She’s so beautiful that sometimes he feels his breath catch just upon looking at her like now. Her touch is against his hand, cool and dainty, and her gaze is upon him. He’s not sure what to make of that look - - feel like the same he might give her some days like she’s the full moon in the night sky. He feels his own cheek warm, rosiness coming across his freckled cheeks and nose. When she says his name like that, when she looks at him like that his heart goes into overdrive. 

“    Glad to be of assistance,    ”   he murmurs, a touch of boyishness, his own thumb brushing across her cheek as it’s cupped in his grasp.    “    Sorry if I startled you. I should have asked before touching you.    ”    Above all, regardless of his feelings, her comfort is important to him.

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“    I’m guessing you don’t see ice much.  ”    It’s a wry remark, observation on his part. Ice for him is like second nature, he welds it, relishes in the coolness underneath his fingertips when he’s carving. ( Ice is his life. ) His thumb comes up to rub against his freckled nose, and his reindeer companion snorts by his side, shaking out its fur and giving him a look. Be nice. He gives Sven a look back, one that seems to say: I am, before turning his gaze back to her.   “  Crossing frozen fjords on foot isn’t a good idea if you don’t normally do it.   ”

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So here’s a veeerrry tentative starter call as I try to get back into the swing of things here! 

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          around tables she walks , looking at selection of plates and silverware and glasses . cards were placed atop each selection which described the make and such of it . painted lips pressed together as she picked out a set of green and blue china . then came the selection of drinks to be served first , small cups that were samples . she stood before then , staring at them but not seeing them . fingers fidgeted with the end of her braid ( a habit not many knew of ) as she bit at her bottom lip .

          ❝ … i know she will … she’s so easy to please and i love her but — ❞ hands begin to rub together ; more fidgeting , ❝ this time it’s not just her but my kingdom . i want everyone to have fun in the celebrations . ❞ back to her braid , fingers twirling the end as gaze wanders and lifts to the sky . it would start getting dark in the next couple of hours .    

She’s really worried about this. He can’t imagine how much she’s bearing on her tiny shoulders. Running a kingdom can’t be an easy feat, especially with the ‘dealing with people’ part. It’s part that Kristoff’s admittedly awful at himself, spent too many years alone and away from others. His hands drop from his hips as he walks over to where she’s at, her fingers playing with perfectly braided hair. While he still hesitates with touch especially concerning her it doesn’t stop him in this moment as his hand comes out to brush across her cheek to capture her attention as well as provide some semblance of comfort. ( He wants her to smile more, to be more at ease. ) She’s soft underneath his rough skin, but he knows better, knows she’s really strong too, but her heart’s also fragile. 

“    Elsa,   ”   he starts, his voice gentle.   “  You worry about everyone but not enough about yourself. You love your kingdom, and they will see that, too. So, everything will fall into place, trust me. I’ll be here to make sure things work out, too.   ”

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Yooo this is Lizzy again bringing back the secretly-a-dork-but-plays-tough guy named Kristoff Bjorgman from Disney’s Frozen. Please ♡  or  ↺   if you’d be interested in roleplaying with him so I can check your blog out, thanks! -xoxo

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ELSA & KRISTOFF #001

The greatest gift I’m feeling is in loving myself Without fear of you walking away Oh this is enough

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         the midsummer festival was nearly there and still there was so much to do . the queen was rushing around making sure all was perfect within the castle’s courtyard ( tables were where they should be , was there enough places to sit , was the ribbon pole set up , ) . a array of samples had been set up for her to test ( of course she went for the chocolates in her stressful haze ) . ❝ — i’m just so worried ! this is the first midsummer festival that anna and i have celebrated properly and — oh you have something right – here let me get it – ❞ it was automatic , hand lifting so that thumb was wet by tongue to wipe away the smeared bit of fudge on the corner of his mouth before she continued with her pacing , ❝ — it needs to be perfect ! — what if something goes wrong ? ❞

It’s a little amusing to watch Elsa fret. Most don’t get to see this side of her - - the side that worries and cares so deeply and frets about things like perfection. He’s mid-bite of finishing the piece of chocolate he’d swiped from the tables, swallowing as hands come to rest upon his hips. His warm honeyed gaze flickers over to watch Elsa stride around.   “    You’re worrying too much, it’ll be fine. Anna will love anything you do,    ”    he says, his voice smooth and encouraging, a gentle touch despite his big form.  

When Elsa approaches him, thumb wet to wipe away the leftover fudge he feels himself inhale, forgets about breathing for a second or two as he feels the gentle cool touch of her thumb at the corner of his mouth. But then she’s gone, fluttering away like a butterfly, and he’s left blinking, his heart thumping.    “   Oh. . .   ”    The back of his palm comes to rub at his mouth - - feels tingly.   “   Not, uh, everything has to be perfect. And if something goes wrong we’ll work around it. We’ve faced worse things.    ”