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I will be switching out Ororo for Kristoff if this application is accepted. She goes back to the world of McDonald’s and Starbucks and GOD SHE MISSED THESE THINGS.

There are significant spoilers for the 2013 movie Frozen in this application.

Character Information:
Name: Kristoff Bjorgman
Canon: Disney’s Frozen (film)
Canon Point: Mid-movie; after bringing Anna to Arendelle to be saved by her true love’s kiss and, wait for it, before Sven convinces him that, bro, he is the actual true love here. Trollololol, whoops.
Age: 21
This age was canonly confirmed by Frozen Director Jennifer Lee via Twitter on November 29, 2013. Disney officially contradicts itself regarding his age when he was taken in by trolls, with the D23 website stating it as six and a script release making it eight; I will be working with the age of eight for consistency with the in-game Elsa and for comfort reasons. Dude, he was harvesting ice at this age, let’s at least make it look like we could maybe pretend that it wasn’t child labour.
Reference:
> Frozen Wiki
> Kristoff Bjorgman

Setting:
Welcome, my friends, to the Norwegian kingdom of Arendelle! While reclusive in nature, this beauty of a land is rich with resources and benefits from numerous trading agreements with neighbouring countries, kingdoms, and a certain weasel-esque dukedom. The era runs to the mid nineteenth century and the technology, fashion, and etiquette offers an echo of that. Gowns and balls run rampant (sort of; the gowns for sure, but the balls are a relic of the Queen’s parents), crossbows are the new sidearm, and it is not a government if it is not a monarchy, sorry to say. And we’ll just ignore any critical historical inaccuracies with the disclaimer that it’s Disney, thereby activating the Mega Artistic License ability – it’s super effective!

Arendelle & Trading Partners:
Nestled against the safe confines of a fjord, Arendelle habours, conveniently enough, a harbour and is known for trade if the words of the Duke of Westleton are to be believed. He claims the kingdom to be their strongest trade partner and that he desires to unlock her riches, conveying a perception of wealth envied by other kingdoms. They maintain positive relations with a variety of other countries, evidenced by the attendance of the new Queen’s coronation by a series of dignitaries from Corona (yes, Rapunzel was there), Spain, German, Ireland, and France. Attendance aside, these dignitaries had enough respect for Arendelle to work as a council to guide Prince Hans in his leadership when the Queen and Princess were both unexpectedly absent, rather than simply strike out across the ice to depart or assume reigning power in the partial vacuum left behind by a series of emotional actions and decisions taken (in short, the Queen froze the country in an eternal winter, then the Princess went in search of her after giving Prince Hans, a man she had just met, ruling authority in her absence; these are not exactly indicators of a GOOD SUCCESSION OR DECISION PROCESS).

There are two trading partners of particular note to understand Arendelle, those being Weselton and the Southern Isles. The former has long been their greatest trading partner and, given the riches intimated being in Arendelle, it can be inferred that Weselton has its own richness of resources or might that makes it an inviting and secure trading partner. The Duke of Weselton himself bears a variety of medals on a dress uniform that indicate campaign experience and it is possible that their trade is also based in-part on peace/treaty agreements, though it is never made clear. Rumour has it that Weselton deals in weasels, but that’s a misconception made popular by the common mispronunciation of the kingdom as Weasel Town.

The latter is the Southern Isles and does not offer as many riches, nor do they offer much in the way of dignitaries for the Queen’s coronation, to be fair. They sent Prince Hans; though a member of the Royal Family, he is thirteenth in line to the throne and therefore not very prestigious of an attendee (still a step up for him, who is rather used to his brothers pretending he is invisible; at least this way, he’s a real person). Little is known about the Southern Isles, but it is presumed to be equivalent or similar to southern Norway, Sweden, or Denmark – all of which possess a collection of islands that could bear such a name) in location. In trade? No clue. Maybe they sell their heirs to the throne because, wow, thirteen sons.

The Monarchy:
Arendelle is ruled by a hereditary monarchy that follows the primogeniture model which states, in less fancy speak, that succession is determined by the family line and goes first to the eldest child. There is no strict evidence that shows whether it is a patriarchy or a matriarchy, as the movie does not utilise gender to drive conflict. There are hints that it is egalitarianistic as the citizens and neighbouring countries show no hesitation at the idea of a Queen being the sole ruler. Also, Prince Hans stated that he needed to marry into the monarchy and then remove the Queen (or Princess), suggesting that the marriage of a Queen would not pass her authorities to the new King. Hooray, apparent gender equality!

The prior monarchs of Arendelle, parents to Queen Elsa and Princess Anna (the deuteragonist and protagonist, respectively, of the story), were married and it is not clear which was the blood heir to the throne. They were lost at sea shortly after Kristoff turned eighteen, but it’s not like he was much into the politics, being busy harvesting ice and not living with people. ANYWAY, they were good parents and tried their best by their daughters, though that’s all relevant to Elsa and Anna. Kristoff’s parents were rockheads in comparison. No, really. More on those guys later.

There is evidence that the royal line of Arendelle has ancient ties with inherent magic in their lands, including an agreement of peace and assistance with the trolls of the Valley of the Living Rock (more on those guys later, I promise). This tie is deep and respected enough that the previous king took his daughters to the trolls when Elsa struck her sister down with ice in a childhood accident. The trolls reacted to this by helping them without question, healing Anna by removing the magic and the memories therein.

The Magic:
There are three forms of magic evident in Arendelle, though few possess any knowledge of or experience with it. In fact, when confronted with the fact that Queen Elsa controls ice and snow, the Duke of Weselton accused her of sorcery and proceeded on a vague witch hunt of sorts, demonstrating a prevailing ignorance about the existence of magic. Kristoff, having been raised by trolls, is markedly less bothered by it, focusing on the application of magic rather than the presence of it, showing that there is some hope of acceptance, if people only knew about it. Meanwhile, the citizens of Arendelle reacted to the showing of Elsa’s powers with initial fear due to the fact that she froze the country upon their first exposure to it, but later they warmed (LOL) to the idea and were quite comfortable with demonstration of it. Hardy, adaptable people, these Arendellians. Arendellites? Arendies!

The first form of magic present in Arendelle is that of one born with it. Queen Elsa possesses such a power, hers being the control over snow and ice in all its forms. This power manifested after her birth and will be with her for the entirety of her life. It is significant, for it encompasses the ability to create snow, ice, and then imbue life into them – generating snow golems such as the lovably harmless Olaf snowman and the formidable Marshmallow ice palace guardian. There are few resources for one trying to master such a power, with the only lesson that is actually shown being a troll advising Elsa that she must learn to control it, otherwise it could destroy her and everything she loves. Nice. This poor queen would have benefitted from a place like Hogwarts, let me tell you.

The second form is one of being cursed with it. This form makes no appearance in the storyline, but suggests that there is magic out there with wider applications than Elsa’s, such that one could be cursed by it – or with it. This was one offhand mention in Frozen, so that’s literally all that is known.

The third form is demonstrated only by the trolls and is used in healing/understanding health, body, heart, and mind. Pabbie the troll possesses the greatest understanding of this magic and all others, acting as a resource for others in times of need. He is shown capable of sensing how deeply magic impacts a mind or heart and he alone seems to know the remedy to spells gone bad. This magic allowed him to sense Anna’s head being frozen, and then remove the malady and all memories of magic without taking the memories of fun, suggesting that it is highly adaptable.

Love impacts all forms of magic in this world, allowing one who embraces the idea of it to control their powers with ease. It is also the remedy to the most dangerous of spells. For example: The only way to heal a frozen heart is an act of True Love – an act of utterly selfless devotion.

The Trolls:
Arendelle is also home to a race of trolls that hide from humanity in the Valley of the Living Rock, an area secreted away from the beaten path that possesses its own form of weather or magic, evidenced by the fact that this one area was not frozen by Queen Elsa’s powers when all the rest of Arendelle suffered from it. The trolls themselves are animated rock and spend much of their time hidden as nothing more than, you guessed it, moss-covered rocks scattered about the valley. They are one big family and extremely fond of one another, capable of looking past flaws to see the person and the love within. They are a bit eccentric, but widely (read: Kristoff, Olaf via Kristoff) held as love experts. Each troll ages, but the rate of aging is not apparent over the 13 year course of the storyline, suggesting them to be longer-lived. Trolls are also very accepting, one of them outright adopting young Kristoff and Sven when they stumbled into the valley. The entire family accepted this, raising him as one of their own, and they demonstrate nothing but the best of intentions for him. In fact, when he brings Anna to the valley? They immediately rejoice that he’s found a girl and then attempt to marry them. On the spot.

Yeah. They’re kind of like those in-laws, only sweethearted. They just want what is best for their little Kristoff! The thing is, they also lack just about every social grace possible, offering our young, er, hero with only the best of training in manners – and it shows.

Personality:
Kristoff is honest, hardworking, and odd. He operates a year-round ice harvesting business between himself and his best friend, Sven the reindeer, and though his appearance may be that he’s lazy (especially in the way he tries to brush off Anna until morning when she demands he take her up the mountain), he is not.

Lies and slander, you say? Then you didn’t hear it from Kristoff, because this guy’s about honesty more than deceiving an entire royal family that he’s vapidly in love with one of them (sup, Hans). Maybe it’s the troll upraising speaking, but he tells things like they are and in as blunt a method as possible, or tries to. When Olaf the Snowman executes an entire musical number about how he looks forward to the beauty and heat of summer, Kristoff is the one that says he’s gonna tell him the truth – mind that he sounds like he’s being a smartass when he says it. When Anna tells him not to, he doesn’t, but the sequence ends off with him stating that someone has to tell Olaf, because the idea of the snowman discovering the puddling truth (and death) without some foreknowledge of what happens to snow in hot temperatures deeply bothers him.

What’s important to note, however, is that Kristoff never actually breaks said truth to Olaf over the course of the story. While it’s critical that someone tell him, he exhibits no desire to be that person after his initial comment. He would rather let the snowman – or a friend in general; normal people can hear the truth, thx – have their dreams and joys over the depression of reality. There is little doubt that he would do anything to protect Olaf from said reality once winter let up, for Kristoff does that kind of thing. Y’know, protects those he cares about, to the point that he will sacrifice his safety and happiness for them. Take a look at how he brought Anna back to Arendelle and to the arms of her presumed true love, despite he himself having developed a strong love for her over the course of the adventure; no, he brought her to Prince Hans to save her life, because her life was more important than what he felt about her.

Swinging back to the honesty for a moment, Kristoff’s penchant for being blunt about what needs to be said (calling Oaken a crook right in front of him is but one example of his diplomatic leanings) bleeds off the closer that he grows to a person. The situation with Olaf is proof of that, showing that he will set aside the truth for the sake of those he cares about, though he doesn’t outright lie. Kristoff will deflect and defer the problems he has with something for the sake of a helping his friend, such as telling Anna not to worry about his ice business anymore when her heart was at risk of freezing. Once again, it’s proof that there are more important things than commerce when his friends (or, in that case, the love of his life) are in danger.

That’s right: Those that break through the ice harvester’s icy (LOL, I went there) exterior will discover that he is as intensely caring and protective about them as he is his family and Sven. There are few that make it that far under his skin, most giving up on him based on his gruff and impolite exterior, but like so many Disney princes, his heart is pure gold. It’s just that his comes off as tarnished and rough. Really rough. Try having your regular contact with humanity being the delivery of ice and not be a bit awkward around people. And you know what? That’s the way he’s liked it for most of his life.

Besides, Sven the Reindeer gets him and that’s all he needs. Then again, Sven’s his best friend and there is literally nothing that Kristoff would not do for him – to the point that when his sled’s about to go off a cliff, he saves the carrots for Sven and not any gear that would make the scaling of a mountain easier. He always gives Sven the first bite of every carrot they share, taking spit-slathered seconds with a grin. He’s also protective of how Sven gets treated, telling others not to talk to him or order him about in certain ways. These are examples of how he treats those closest to him, by getting irritated at those that would put them in situations outside their comfort. He’s a bit protective and when he’s riled, his old habits rise up to make him gruff and borderline confrontational. It’s the same friends that he’s protecting that are the ones that can break him out of these moods, if only because it’s important to him that they are okay and not the jerk that bothered them in the first place. If left unchecked, however? Expect Kristoff to burn his bridges because he’s not great with the whole being reasonable and polite deal.

He’s also not great with acting one hundred percent sane, if mainly because he provides a voice for Sven by translating everything the reindeer “says” to him. Not only that, but Kristoff actually provides Sven with his own voice for this and will carry on for a whole conversation, not once thinking that this could be perceived as odd. Is it odd to translate what your best friend says? Not at all.

With his mannerisms, one might think that he’s a loner, but it’s not the truth. He lives alone from humans, sure, but his own family sings of his need for human hugs. He’s not an angst pot about it, feeling more than satisfied with his life the way it’s been so far. Kristoff has never been as alone as his lifestyle suggests, being that he has Sven at his side all the time and the trolls to go home to, but they are all within his inner circle and accept him for who he is, flawed manners and all.

Yup, flawed. The core to understanding Kristoff’s interactions with others is to know that he was adopted by a clan of mountain trolls at the tender age of eight. They raised him and his best friend, Sven the reindeer, in relative isolation from humanity and outside the rules and customs of what should have been his people. Mind that these trolls are kind-hearted and have the best of intentions, meaning that he grew up fostered in a caring environment, just without social graces. He doesn’t hesitate to speak his mind on a variety of topics, not once hesitating to grill Anna about what she actually knows of her fiancé after one day. He also open states what she needs to know, like how he picks his nose. And eats it. That’s not exactly something you’re supposed to say to a princess, but he does it and would do it again if he met another ‘true love’ weirdo out in the wilds.

Maybe he’s socially impaired, but that’s a lack of practice and he’s apt to get better at it. Maybe. Though he’ll fall back on his abominable snowman act now and again, Kristoff is fully capable of opening up and revealing a bit of a bumbling guy underneath. Heck, he even stumbles over his words when he states at the end of the movie that he wants to kiss Anna in thanks for the sled, showing that he’s not all cold competence. That and the fact that he does get riled up now and again shows that he’s got a slight temper on him, but he’s generally a good guy with good intentions, just poor execution.

When push comes to shove, he’s a bit of a fixer-upper, but you know what? The only way to fix a fixer-upper is to fix ‘em up with a bit of love. Princess Anna fits that bill in this case, though Kristoff has not reached the point in his canon where he would both acknowledge and act on the feelings that he has for her. Acknowledge? Yes. Act on, no. That would require either some coaxing of him out of his shell or a reindeer telling him flat out how it is. Probably the latter, because Kristoff’s got a thick head like that.

Tu Shanshu Special:
"You wanna talk about a problem? I sell ice for a living."
Yeah. This sucks, because he just came from a world frozen in eternal winter! Dealing with arriving on a winterbound turtle will quickly show Kristoff exactly how out of his depth he is. First, he’s short one best friend/life companion. Second, he’s out of a job because of the weather and did he mention that there are only a dozen people here that can make ice with a thought? How’s he supposed to compete with that! Third, he’s going to immediately think that Anna and Hans are here and Meant To Be, so hello third wheel feelings. (Pending the Anna app being accepted.) Fourth, did he mention that Sven is gone? Fifth, at least the Queen is here and -- wait, did she cause this? Hang on, maybe she made an ice palace he can actually get a tour of this time.

Seriously, that’s going to be his initial set of reactions.

After all that, he’s going to look for said icy palace and ask to live in the basement, away from people – all in a comedic sense, mind you. The consoles will be a weird invention to deal with and he’ll pop up on them every once in a while, then probably hermit for a week after because so many people. Kristoff will look for work outside the city, signing on as a solo hauler for farflung resources or mine reclaim initiatives, and all he’ll look for in return is a nice sled. Or cart.

Appearance: Image
Broad and tall start off this guy best, with his body cutting an impressive form just beyond the doorway through which the audience first met him; being an ice harvester, Kristoff is strong and it shows both in his broad shoulders and arms, but also in the way that he can pick up and toss Anna onto Sven’s back with little effort. He stands around the six foot mark, making him of standard Disney Prince height. His hair is a mop of unmanly blondness, in the words of his trollish family, and his eyes are a rich amber. He’s got big hands and big feet, and he knows how important it is for a guy to have a respectable foot size. He wears a comfortable combination of furs and linens for the duration of the movie, showing no discomfort with the plunging temperatures – aside from the whole ice-business angle.

Abilities:
Harvesting Ice
Ice is heavy and hard, one of the more dangerous resources to trade in by the words of the ice harvester’s song, stating that one must beware its frozen heart. Kristoff has been doing the job since he was a wee thing and is quite the skilled worker. All this means is that he’s the guy to go to if you wanted big blocks of ice harvested off of lakes. Queen Elsa’s the one to talk with if you want badass ice sculptures, let’s be real.

Translating Sven
Sven the reindeer has been Kristoff’s closest, goofiest friend since he was eight years old and that has given Kristoff a remarkable understanding of what said friend is trying to get across in a given conversation of huffs and grunts. The weird thing about it is that Kristoff actually voices Sven’s words in his own garbled interpretation of what the reindeer would sound like if he spoke English. There are a variety of reasons for this, from Kristoff being a bit odd to, well, Kristoff being a bit… odd. Hey, it staves off being lonely and talking to yourself.

Winter Survival
Kristoff demonstrated a solid grasp of winter survival tactics throughout the course of the storyline, from knowledge about the depth of powder to the idea of a snow anchor when they needed to descend from a cliff in a hurry. Ice is his life and that means working in winter conditions, so it makes perfect sense that he can survive just about everything it throws at him. This guy not only shrugged off the cold of a blizzard, but was alert enough to hear Anna’s voice in the wind and know to run into it for the sake of finding her. He knows his snow, ok?

Inventory:
One rugged ice harvester’s getup, featuring warm mittens, a red sash, and accents in red; some carrots for he and Sven to share. Pity there’s no Sven here to share it. Kristoff travels light, what with his sled having fallen into a ravine and burst into flames (sob, and he had just paid it off too).

Suite:
Water Sector, single story; Kristoff’s needs are pretty simple to meet and the denizens of Water are reminiscent to the trolls that adopted him, being freer of mind and spirit than most. Bonus round: This is where the most ice would be in winter, putting him at the heart of his chosen profession.

In-Character Samples:
Third Person:
The coin feels good in his hand and even better once it’s in the sack with the rest, joining the rest to create a gaily tinkling melody as he tosses it up and down in his hand a few times. The weight’s just right, proof that the ice business is in full summer swing – meaning that he’s busy, and so is his best buddy. Kristoff is buoyed by this to the point that he starts whistling a tune as he comes out onto the street and grins at the reindeer hitched up to the cart.

“That’s the last one for today, buddy,” he says, shaking the bag. “Sold out and we’ve got the coin to show for it.”

Sven reacts with an excited jump, eyes going wide with a pleading expression. “Let’s go buy a tonne of carrots,” he parrots of the reindeer, his voice picking up a heady crackle that he’s long used to give Sven his words. It’s a comfort, having that one other person there to talk to that won’t judge him. That understands him. But that’s Sven and he’s always there for him during the long hauls and out on the frozen lakes.

Kristoff laughs and pushes away Sven’s questing muzzle as he approaches, holding up a hand to quiet him. “We’ll get them, but first,” he says, patting the hand down on the reindeer’s harness. “We’ve finally got enough to pay off the sleigh.”

Sven immediately perks up at that, jumping back and forth before licking him and grumbling excitedly. “That’s great! Let’s buy carrots to celebrate!”

“You have a one-track mind,” he said fondly, switching back to his Kristoff voice as he hopped up onto the cart. “But, you have a point. We’ll have about ten left after we pay it off and that’s plenty for a bunch.” And a half, if they played the haggling right; they could swing by Oaken’s on the way down from the next haul and make the purchase, then be back in Arendelle in time to sell off the ice to replenish what’d be used in the coronation festivities. The whole kingdom had plans to turn out and he’d be ready to fill their ice needs, especially as he had his eye on buying a brand new harness for Sven that jingled, since his friend loved the sounds of tiny bells.

Three croons and a hop had Sven underway, glancing back at him with a reindeerish grin. “You mean a ‘one-carrot’ mind!” he called out for the reindeer.

Kristoff laughed and fetched one of their last carrots out from under his sack, leaning forward to give Sven the first bite. “With your stomach, it’s more like a five-carrot one,” he said, taking the second bite off the carrot. “Now let’s get moving!”

Network:
Initial
[This console thing is strange. Really strange. Really, really strange, for that matter, but he’s got the hang of it. Sort of. Kristoff is staring intently at the screen itself, the angle off for matching up with the camera, and he’s scratching his head – either thoughtfully, or because of fleas – as he decides whether it’s level or not. It looks like everything’s working, so here we go. Big breath. He’s got this. He even raises a hand in greeting.]

Hey. [Being sociable with strangers is hard. Meanwhile, he sits there with an increasingly pained expression.]

Does anyone here need ice? [Kristoff pauses and flattens his hand against his face. Then he drops it and looks up, exasperated.] Who is anyone kidding? My ice business is done for.

[And then a big sigh and his shoulders slump in an actual pout. Er, a manly frown. No, it’s a pout.]

Arendelle frozen in eternal winter, my sleigh is busted, and now all this? Do me a favour and don’t tell me what else could go wrong.

[With that outburst off his shoulders, Kristoff paws at the console until it shuts off, ready to mope about being out a reindeer AND a source of income.]

Established
[They’ve docked at this port a while and Kristoff’s heard some rumours that a Sven-like creature has been seen frolicking about warranting him coming online in a hurry, his snowy cap askew. Once again, he’s completely missed the angle of the camera and is staring at the console intently.]

Hey. Again. [A beat, then straight to business.] Let me get this straight: People actually find things from home when they get off the turtle? Does this happen a lot?

[He sounds disbelieving, but then, he’s just going to continue:]

If it’s true and if anyone’s seen my buddy Sven, tell him to come home. [He raises a hand, measuring off at the height of his head.] He’s a big guy, about my height. Shaggy and brown. [A beat, and then a lopsided grin.] He really smells, but it’s a good smell. A bit musky. [Oh, he got off track here.] And he’s got a great rack. Trust me: You’ll know him when you see it.

[Phew, okay. The 404 has been put out on his MIA reindeer, so Kristoff shuts off the message without a closure. Rude? Hey, he was raised by trolls in the mountain heights, what do you expect?]