Post by Kristoff on Oct 8, 2017 16:21:41 GMT -5
Kristoff
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Name: Kristoff
Nickname: no nicknames…just Kristoff
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Fairytale: Frozen
Year: Resident
Face Claim: Garret Hedlund
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Personality:Grumpy, rude, tactless and has a strange habit of speaking on behalf of his pet reindeer Sven. However under that messy haired, smelly, slightly clumsy exterior is a lot of potential and a heart of gold. I suppose you could say he’s a bit of a fixer upper. He leans more to being serious, but has a playful nature that comes out once in a while especially around his family and of course, around Anna. He loves the trolls that raised him, all of them, and he would do anything for them. Same with Sven, they’ve been side by side since they were both first taken in by the trolls and that friendship will never die.
A hard worker and a loyal friend, however around Anna though, his tactless nature seems to come to the surface even more, and finds himself bumbling through most of his conversations with her, constantly putting his foot in it. Ever since they were able to rescue her sister though those romantic undertones from the first moment they met seemed to have grown. However, he’s taking it slow, as is she…and he works desperately to hide his dorky smile every time he looks at her for when she is not looking at him. Although…he is pretty sure Elsa has caught him a couple of times. He doesn’t really know what to make of her and tends to just be polite as possible, after all, she does make the ice and Kristoff Looooooooves Ice.
He also loves the outdoors and much prefers it to being cooped up inside for too long. When he does he starts to get even more grumpy.
Kristoff would probably describe himself as a loner…if people didn’t keep finding him and talking to him…
He also plays the lute…no one must know…
Appearance: Tall, broad and gruff. He’s managed to build up some muscles from all that ice cutting he does, not that you would know since he tends to hide it all under many layers of warm clothing. He has blonde messy hair and blue eyes, not that you would know about the hair because it’s always usually flattened by his nice warm hat that keeps his head and ears warm. He tends to stand with just the slightest stoop, a carry over from all those years spent living with tiny trolls and hitting his head off the roof one to many times.
History: Kristoff does not remember his parents, what with them having died when he was still very young. He does however remember the orphanage and the cold nights he spent there. He spent most of his days there looking out the window and watching the men in the village head out with their pick axes and sleighs and wish that he could join them. Ice had always been a great fascination of his, he loved breaking off the icicles on the windowsill and seeing if he could fashion it into a figure before the ice melted in his hands. He did not like being cold however and he did not like the dreary day to day drudgery of the orphanage, where his only friend turned out to be a baby reindeer he had once seen born when he was hiding in the stables. However one night he decided that he had had enough and decided to leave and strike out on his own with Sven the baby Reindeer. He waited until early in the morning when the ice cutters were heading out, hoping to follow them with Sven and his own sleigh to show them what an excellent help he would be.
So at 8 years old he followed them with his baby reindeer and his sleigh. When he caught up with them and they began work he even managed to cut up a little bit of his ice for himself. Before he could rush and show them he noticed that another sleigh had gone past leaving a strange ice trail. Sven and him followed the trail only to see an older man and woman talking to a troll! With two little girls with them. Before he could see any more another troll, Bulda popped up behind him and announced that she would be keeping him.
Thus began his upbringing with the trolls…and he loved every minute of it. He had never really found his way in the orphanage but with the trolls he found a family. A strange, rock like, tiny family, who were weird and blunt but full of love and happiness. They suited him perfectly. When he was a little older he went out with the rest of the ice harvesters to begin work with them and cultivate his skills and over the years he became one of the best and made a healthy living from it.
Which was when his business was nearly put at risk when for some reason the surrounding area was covered in snow and ice for no apparent reason. However when he bumped into Princess Anna at Oaken’s (a good friend) trading post and sauna he discovered the reason for this. Thus ensued a tale of drama and hilarity, which involved a lot of ice, a talking snowman and much running through the snow. However, it ended well, with Elsa returning the land the normal (so he could get his ice business back in order, especially since he was now the official Ice Master and Deliverer.
Following which he and Anna shared a nice but somewhat awkward kiss…he really isn’t sure where they are with that now. She is a princess after all and he’s…well…and Ice harvester. Also, he gets the impression that Elsa doesn’t exactly approve of him, so it’s all a little complicated right now. That is…until Anna got sucked into a portal meaning he just had to go chasing after her.
Other: Ice, ice baby.
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He could hear the creature wittering to himself as he ambled across the courtyard, his little snow cloud following after him. Seriously, could Elsa not keep him on a leash or something? Her majesty…yes…her majesty, not Elsa. He would really have to start getting better at that. He had been spending so much time with Anna…Princess Anna, that he had just got used to calling her that, dropping the titles of both of them. However, he would really have to start getting back into the habit of using them, more and more official visitors were arriving.
There had been that rather embarrassing moment where he had not realised that the sisters had an important diplomat in from the southern kingdom and he had excitedly rushed in to tell them that Oaken was back in town with his Sauna. It would perhaps have been less of a disaster if he had remembered to put on some nicer clothes…or a shirt.
However...Olaf on the other hand…he could get away with anything, and for some reason he had started following Kristoff everywhere too. He was beginning to think it was on purpose now, that Elsa was spying on him for some reason…why would she spy on him though? Ugh! He was being paranoid, he had been cooped up in this castle for too long, that was it, he needed to get back out into the mountains again. However…Anna was here…and if he was going into the mountains he would want her to be with him…but she was a Princess…she couldn’t just up and leave…right?
He looked down at the icicle in his hand and smiled at the shape he had been carving.
There was a snuffling sound beside him. Sven nudged him.
“No, I’m not going to ‘just ask her’,” said Kristoff, continuing to whittle the icicle.
“ ‘But you won’t know if she will until you do’ “ said Kristoff in Sven’s voice.
“Oh what do you know, when was the last time you had a girlfriend,” said Kristoff grumpily.
“ ‘Did you just call her your girlfriend?’ “ said Sven.
“Ugh! No, she’s not, I mean, I don’t know, I just…it’s complicated, I-”
There was a commotion from inside the castle, he looked up and part of the tower had turned to ice.
“Oh boy, what’s happened now,” said Kristoff as the ice began to spread.
Then he heard a guard rushing by saying, “The Princess! The Princess! She’s been taken by a portal!”
Kristoff shot to his feet and frowned, “don’t worry Anna, I’m coming.”