Abilities/Powers: He's been lugging huge blocks of ice around since he was little, so he's pretty strong! He's also an outdoorsman, and is used to roughing it with few supplies. The conditions of Haven suck, but the concept of living without any luxuries isn't all that foreign to him.
There was more than one kind- Kristoff knew that. He loved Sven, who had been by his side since they were both little sprats, basically. Wherever Kristoff went, Sven went with him. They survived abandonment (on account of death) together, they survived as tagalongs until the trolls, trolls who had healed a little girl as he watched, concealed- or so he thought. A girl with a white streak in her hair, like she'd been touched by snow, by ice (she had been). He loved the trolls that took him and Sven in as their own, Grand Pabbie and Bulda and Cliff and the rest, for all their crudeness and their exuberance and their...well, their heaviness (maybe because of those things; the apple didn't fall very far from the tree). No matter how often he left to explore the mountains, to seek adventure and ice, always ice, they welcomed him back like he was their golden boy. Not to brag or anything, but he was. Their golden boy. (They made sure to poke fun at his blonde hair as often as possible.)
He knew about love.
What he didn't know was the way it could sneak up on you. It hardly mattered if you were alert or if you were the most observant person around, and it definitely didn't matter if you were looking for it or not (he wasn't). There could be nothing there one moment and then the next, you're getting socked in the face by it, with no way to defend yourself. If you told him that leaving some girl behind when he knew he'd probably never see her again would be the hardest thing he'd have to do in his life so far, he'd scoff and suggest you get your head out of the ale barrel.
Except Anna wasn't just some girl, and leaving her behind was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do in his life so far.
But he did it. Even when he wanted to be the one she loved, even when he wanted to be the one who saved her.
She saved herself, in the end. Hans didn't do it. Kristoff didn't do it. Anna did. Anna and the love she felt for her sister. A love that was worth the sacrifice, more than worth it.
Because love makes you selfless.
There were worse life-changing revelations he could have, he supposed.
Kristoff Bjorgman | Frozen | Reserved 2
Items/Weapons:
-His clothes
-His lute
-A bag of carrots
Sample Entry: what up
Sample Entry Two:
Love makes you selfless.
There was more than one kind- Kristoff knew that. He loved Sven, who had been by his side since they were both little sprats, basically. Wherever Kristoff went, Sven went with him. They survived abandonment (on account of death) together, they survived as tagalongs until the trolls, trolls who had healed a little girl as he watched, concealed- or so he thought. A girl with a white streak in her hair, like she'd been touched by snow, by ice (she had been). He loved the trolls that took him and Sven in as their own, Grand Pabbie and Bulda and Cliff and the rest, for all their crudeness and their exuberance and their...well, their heaviness (maybe because of those things; the apple didn't fall very far from the tree). No matter how often he left to explore the mountains, to seek adventure and ice, always ice, they welcomed him back like he was their golden boy. Not to brag or anything, but he was. Their golden boy. (They made sure to poke fun at his blonde hair as often as possible.)
He knew about love.
What he didn't know was the way it could sneak up on you. It hardly mattered if you were alert or if you were the most observant person around, and it definitely didn't matter if you were looking for it or not (he wasn't). There could be nothing there one moment and then the next, you're getting socked in the face by it, with no way to defend yourself. If you told him that leaving some girl behind when he knew he'd probably never see her again would be the hardest thing he'd have to do in his life so far, he'd scoff and suggest you get your head out of the ale barrel.
Except Anna wasn't just some girl, and leaving her behind was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do in his life so far.
But he did it. Even when he wanted to be the one she loved, even when he wanted to be the one who saved her.
She saved herself, in the end. Hans didn't do it. Kristoff didn't do it. Anna did. Anna and the love she felt for her sister. A love that was worth the sacrifice, more than worth it.
Because love makes you selfless.
There were worse life-changing revelations he could have, he supposed.