Open | Kristoff the red-nosed reindeeeeer (king)

[speaksreindeer]

Characters: Kristoff and you and you and not Sven :c
Date: January 3rd
Location: Water Sector, marketplaces, farmyards, anywhere a reindeer might be
Situation: Kristoff does not buy that he could be here and his best buddy Sven couldn't be, therefore he is searching high and low for a certain reindeer.
Warnings/Rating: Risk of Frozen spoilers, but otherwise should be G-rated

OOC: There are open threads in the headers and linked below, but do not hesitate to ping me if you'd like a specific starter!

Water Sector | Marketplaces | Farm Yards | Closed

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PRINCE HANS

[speaksreindeer]

[Ported over from this TDM thread.]


[Hans is in pretty high spirits recently. He's not thrilled knowing Elsa is here, but overall he's enjoying it here quite a bit. He's pretty upbeat as he walks along the marketplace, keeping up that friendly show by smiling and nodding at most anyone.

That is until he happens upon a remarkably familiar figure no more than a few steps away and he sort of makes a quiet grunt and tries to walk in reverse away from the other man.]


[You don't look like a reindeer, Hans, and that is a Sad Fact (tm), but Kristoff recognises the attire as being something similar to his own set of norms -- well, for a troll-raised guy -- but the fact that you're not dressed in skintight leotard and a cape, frankly, makes you the next best thing to a reindeer.]

Hey, hold up! [It's not a command, he's just really busy searching something out:] You! Have you seen a reindeer for sale around here?

[Because he has yet to have any introduction to Prince Hans, much less the whole truth about the lies and all.]


[He's glad he doesn't look like a reindeer, to be perfectly honest. He'd be truly worried if he did. He tenses a little as Kristoff calls out to him, keeping a straight face as he waits for the inevitable punch.

..And that's definitely not it. A brow twitches at the question, but he's quick to roll with it and he shakes his head.]

I don't believe I have, no. Granted, I wasn't on the lookout for one, but I imagine they'd be hard to miss. [He forces a polite laugh.] Are you missing one?


[Sorry to say, Hans, but you'd make a pretty ugly reindeer tbqh. No offense, but this guy? Is a bit of a reindeer expert and all. I mean, look at the username and that says it all. That he's a bit psychotic maybe.

Kristoff scratches the top of his head, shoving his cap askew as he looks around, flabbergasted as to where Sven could be.]

Yeah. A big guy too. Answers to Sven?

[That's not a hopeful tone. That is Not. Hope. But, seriously, HAVE YOU SEEN HIS REINDEER?]


[By that logic, he's a handsome human. Hans is very flattered Kristoff thinks that way, if only their internal dialogue weren't keeping them apart.

Luckily Hans is quick on his feet, otherwise this situation might have thrown him even more. Kristoff doesn't remember him or really doesn't seem to know him at all, so it's just the perfect chance to score points by being friendly.]

It's not ringing any bells, I'm sorry. [He gives him a sympathetic look.] I'd be happy to help you search for him. I mean- I haven't been here long, but I haven't seen you around either. I thought you might be new.


[Oh, the pains of an internal monologue never quite being external. They shall just have to become telepaths and prance off into the sunset together.

Er.]

Help?

[Kristoff blinks. This is a thing that happens frequently, being natural and all, but this time it is quite distinct and linked to... shock? Awe? Strange suspicion? Nothing against Hans, but helping Anna did ruin his sled and he's not sure he has the heart to ruin someone else's sled for the sake of Sven.]

Uh, sure. Help. [What harm could it do? Relax, Kristoff, this is a human thing. Helping. Right.] Maybe if we got some carrots. [A thoughtful rumination that, but then it occurs to him that, yes, he is quite new.]

And new is definitely a thing. New and... [Oh man, deep breath. Man up.] Completely out my depth. And job. [A gesture to the snow around them. SOB, how's he going to make a living with all this ice.] I know ice and reindeer, not giant turtles. [And his name. Honest.] Kristoff. [This is probably where they should shake hands. Huh. HOW DOES SOCIAL GRACES.]


[Hans feels a little more at ease to raise a brow at Kristoff now, because he is genuinely acting weird and not just because it's contrary to what Hans knows of him.

He nods slowly, smiling again as Kristoff wraps his head around the concept.]

Carrots sound like a sure start. [He's so helpful.] Believe me, most everyone here will know how you feel on some level. Very few people are happy to be here. [Well, he is. But Kristoff doesn't need to know that. He briefly considers giving Kristoff a fake name, but figures it will all come back to him anyway. Better to be 'honest' from the start.] Prince Hans of the Southern Isles-- oh! [He shoots a hand out in front of him, peasant etiquette is hard.]


[Weird. Weird. Everything here is weird, sob. Where are the trolls. He could deal with trolls.]

How do we even get here? [Happens to be the next question, but then... OH WAIT.]

The Prince Hans? Of the Southern Isles?

[That's shock in his tone and then, well, HANDSHAKE, YES. Kristoff's grip is firm and he looks him over, then a brief panic hits.] Anna! Did she reach you in time?


I...Well? It's complicated. I'm still getting my head around it myself.. Didn't they explain it all to you too? [He looks skeptical, but then he shakes it off at the dreaded recognition.

THINK FAST.]

Yes? Oh.. [He acts all surprised when Kristoff recognises, though he strains as he mentions Anna.] It's complicated. Though you'll be glad to know she makes it out alive.

[speaksreindeer]

[Complicated? Complicated. That he can get, because let's face it: A sibling quarrel causing the entire kingdom to be frozen in winter is in and of itself complicated, so any complication therein should really be, er, complicated.

Kristoff frees a heavy sigh and then the hand of Prince Hans so that he can press the heel of his palm against his forehead.]


That's good. And I mean good. [In a good way. He sort-of smiles.] When Queen Elsa froze her heart... [He trails off, then shakes his head. Don't think of what might have been, only what is.] True love won out in the end.

[hanssome]

[It's a complicated kind of complication, and Hans is happy to use that to his advantage.

He gives Kristoff a sympathetic smile, though again it strains a bit at the mention of love. As if it truly pains him to retell it. And yet, he's gearing up to tell his rendition of Frozen, definitely the one that should be critically acclaimed.]

This is more than a little difficult for me to admit, but. It wasn't my love that protected her, it was yours. As it turns out, the two of you got closer than Anna and I ever did. [He lifts his shoulders into a slight shrug.] Her heart had already made its choice, but what matters is that you were able to save her.

[speaksreindeer]

[Kristoff stares. He blinks. Twice, in shock-induced emulation of his trollish upbringing. That makes about as much sense as a mumbling Sven and it takes him a moment to process that pained admission, to make the connections with how he felt, how he feels, and what he has heard right here and now from Hans.]

Then, that act of true love was leaving her there. [A selfless act, to look at it from Olaf's point of view.] With you, because you were supposed to be her true love. Only, it was me.

[That's just blowing his mind right now, except. Whoa. Okay, Kristoff was raised by trolls and doesn't have the best of social graces, but even he knows to feel awkward right now.]

That's got to be tough for you to swallow.

[Yup. Of the "love" and love interests, you got the lion's share of tact there, Hans. At least he says it in kind of a shocked tone and not a smug one?]

[hanssome]

[Hans is severely tempted to pull an Olaf and gesture his twiggy arms at Kristoff until his brain finally catches up with the conversation. Of course given that he's not actually heartbroken, he's not urgently awaiting an answer but damn does he ever look like he's anticipating something awful.]

I'll be honest with you, Kristoff. I didn't manage to see a lot of the final results with my own eyes.

[He lets out a clearly forced laugh, folding his arms as if he's only just feeling the cold.] It was an experience, but there's really no sense in holding it against either of you. At least, not now when we're trapped here, in particular.

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[Honest? That seems legit. Prince Hans is the pillar of honesty if you ask one Princess Anna, so he can buy that. He nods, accepting that admission.]

And Anna's not here. [Oh how you will choke on those words in a few hours, Kristoff. But, yes. He's pleased with how well Hans is taking all this. People usually freak out and lie.] You're a good man, Prince Hans. [Weird. He's holding a conversation with a human and NOT getting thrown out of a building for saying something odd.]

What about this place? How trapped are we? [On a scale of one to scaling-a-mountain-to-end-an-eternal-winter.]

[hanssome]

[In turn, he hadn't really expected Kristoff to be so pleasant. Granted, his brief experiences with him haven't been very telling, but he's not nearly as gruff and aggressive as a mountain man ought to be.] That's probably for the best as well. I certainly wouldn't mind seeing her, but I can't say I have any desire for her to be involved in a war. [Dangerous words, expressing a desire to see her, but he figures Kristoff earned it for pointing out the obvious.]

Well. I've spoken to a considerable amount of people from a lot of different places and...All of them say we're trapped for good. Or until they decide to send us home, which certainly isn't something we decide for ourselves. [He lets out a soft sigh, sagging his shoulders.] I wish I had better news for you.

[speaksreindeer]

[Oh, he's gruff and aggressive, you're just auto-included in his very exclusive, troll-populated circle by virtue of being Anna's, er, first true love. He'd be plenty gruff if he knew what actually happened.]

War. [He repeats the word, mouth drawing into a thin line.] That's-- [Really, really, really--] -- heavy. [He drags his cap off, scraping his hands through his hair.] You're right. Anna shouldn't be here. It's safer that way. [Here, she'd be at risk. Or, worse, being excited to lead an army into battle. God, don't let that happen.]

Why us? You're a prince. I get that. But me? I harvest ice for a living. Do they want their enemies kept in an icebox?

[Wee frustration is wee and growing.]

[hanssome]

[And here he'd thought even the inner circle would be treated with gruffness. Or perhaps, he just wasn't expecting to get that golden ticket so fast. Kristoff seems a tough nut to crack, so he can't help feeling a little smug about how well this appears to be going.]

It certainly puts everything that happened back home into perspective. [See, he's so mature and he doesn't even care what happened. Everyone should just not care too.] Now, now! Don't sell yourself short! I might be a prince, but you certainly look like you could hold your own in a fight.

[speaksreindeer]

[He is, you just have the inside line to his duet, Hans. You are obviously the better man here, just saying. Obviously the unsung hero.]

Yeah. Perspective. [He can buy that. Not really. And? Nice try on the reassurance, but.]

It's not about could, it's about why? There're better ways to handle things than a fight. [Except wolves. This is the guy that tried to stop Anna from attacking a giant snowman.] Look, I know when I'm out of my depth and this? [Whoa, yeah. Heavy breath.] Way out of my depth. War's not my thing.

[hanssome]

I'm sure if you have suggestions, they'd love to hear them. If they've gone so far as to take us all in from different worlds, I'd wager that they're all out of better ideas.

[He hums thoughtfully before raising a brow at Kristoff.] Unless of course, there's more to it than what they're telling us.. [As if he hadn't already considered that. He's just going to give Kristoff's arm a manly pat.] But I'm sure you'll be fine.

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More?

[Kristoff is not going to choke on that word, but it'll be a near thing.]

You mean they took me from a world with an eternally frozen summer to fight in a war and that might not be all?

[Heel, meet forehead.]

How much more complicated could it get? You know what? I don't want to know. [A shake of his head.] I want to find Sven and get out of this weird place.

[Failing that, he's just going to keep searching for Sven.]

So, thanks. [A beat. Then, he kind of smiles. It's probably scary looking, coming from Scruffy McGroucherson, but it's a try.] Prince Hans. It's been a slice, but I have a reindeer to find.

[hanssome]

You mean it doesn't seem at all suspicious to you? [He just lifts his brows at Kristoff, wondering if bringing it up had been a mistake. He doesn't feel like it's a huge leap in logic, really. But he's always been the token Game of Thrones character in the Disney movie.]

I'm sure you'll know when it matters. [He nods knowingly, giving him one of his best disarming smiles.] Best of luck to you, Kristoff. [He'll incline his head into a slight bow.] Be sure to take care of Anna. [He adds that as almost an afterthought, turning on his heels and moving to walk in the other direction.]