*RUGGED / FEARLESS.

heirlast‌  *

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.   ”

* finestprize‌  

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. )

“   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.

feasgar‌   *

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.    ”

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?

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.

feasgar‌  *

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.

“    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.   ”

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

feasgar‌  *

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.   ”

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

feasgar‌ **

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.    ”