[ Strange sights probably aren't something Deerington isn't use to, but Kristoff isn't unaware of the weird looks he's still getting. Apparently none of the townsfolk have ever seen a full grown man gripping the harness of a giant caribou, digging his feet into the pavement as he tries to pull him away from the entrance to the Hart Mart.
Especially not when the two seem to be having an argument. Sort of. ]
Sven, no! Stop it! Bad reindeer! [ He feels his feet slide a little further and bends his knees to try and get better leverage, his words spaced out between heavy tugs to drag the animal backward. ] We're not— going— into the— creepy store— in a creepy town!
[ The reindeer huffs, turning to finally look at Kristoff as he stomps his hooves on the ground. Kristoff lets go of the harness, his shoulders deflating slightly, and his voice drops a pitch or two as he... talks... for Sven.
This is normal. ]
But there's carrots in there.
Yeah, I know, buddy. But I don't think eating strange food in a place we don't even know is safe yet is the brightest idea. We'll find... some other way to get you carrots.
[ He just doesn't know how yet.
This idea apparently isn't good enough, as after giving him a long, unimpressed look, Sven turns back to try and march into the Hart Mart again, leaving Kristoff to scramble after him to get a hold of his harness just as he gets to the door, not noticing how they might be making it a lot harder for people to get in. Or out, for that matter. ]
DOLLHOUSE
[ A little over three years ago, Kristoff never would have even seen a dollhouse to know what was going on. He'd have thought giants or a shrinking spell (the latter still isn't ruled out) and he'd wonder why someone would want to keep an entire house in their sitting chambers. But this isn't as foreign now that he's seen the childhood toys that Elsa and Anna grew up with, and he's only... mildly creeped out as he pokes at one of the dolls at the kitchen table, watching it topple out of its chair and land with a small cracking sound on the floor.
Oops.
He goes to carefully pick it up and place it back in its seat, muttering all the while. ]
One week without some weird kind of magic curse. That's all I'm asking. One week.
WILDCARD
[[ If neither of these appeal to you, feel free to bring your own scene! He's from after the events of Frozen 2. ]]
Kristoff Bjorgman | Frozen
[ Strange sights probably aren't something Deerington isn't use to, but Kristoff isn't unaware of the weird looks he's still getting. Apparently none of the townsfolk have ever seen a full grown man gripping the harness of a giant caribou, digging his feet into the pavement as he tries to pull him away from the entrance to the Hart Mart.
Especially not when the two seem to be having an argument. Sort of. ]
Sven, no! Stop it! Bad reindeer! [ He feels his feet slide a little further and bends his knees to try and get better leverage, his words spaced out between heavy tugs to drag the animal backward. ] We're not— going— into the— creepy store— in a creepy town!
[ The reindeer huffs, turning to finally look at Kristoff as he stomps his hooves on the ground. Kristoff lets go of the harness, his shoulders deflating slightly, and his voice drops a pitch or two as he... talks... for Sven.
This is normal. ]
But there's carrots in there.
Yeah, I know, buddy. But I don't think eating strange food in a place we don't even know is safe yet is the brightest idea. We'll find... some other way to get you carrots.
[ He just doesn't know how yet.
This idea apparently isn't good enough, as after giving him a long, unimpressed look, Sven turns back to try and march into the Hart Mart again, leaving Kristoff to scramble after him to get a hold of his harness just as he gets to the door, not noticing how they might be making it a lot harder for people to get in. Or out, for that matter. ]
DOLLHOUSE
[ A little over three years ago, Kristoff never would have even seen a dollhouse to know what was going on. He'd have thought giants or a shrinking spell (the latter still isn't ruled out) and he'd wonder why someone would want to keep an entire house in their sitting chambers. But this isn't as foreign now that he's seen the childhood toys that Elsa and Anna grew up with, and he's only... mildly creeped out as he pokes at one of the dolls at the kitchen table, watching it topple out of its chair and land with a small cracking sound on the floor.
Oops.
He goes to carefully pick it up and place it back in its seat, muttering all the while. ]
One week without some weird kind of magic curse. That's all I'm asking. One week.
WILDCARD
[[ If neither of these appeal to you, feel free to bring your own scene! He's from after the events of Frozen 2. ]]