Hello! In case you can't figure it out through my screen name, my profile, or what this story is about, I really like Frozen. If you do not ship Kristanna, I suggest you get out now. Otherwise, enjoy!
Everyone who works at Westview Mall knows who Anna Arendelle is.
She's one of those people who there are legends about. People say that she will be the one to eventually do something so literally insane that there will one day be a mall-wide holiday dedicated to her where everyone goes to Starbucks and buys a Triple-Chocolate-Chunk cookie and a Cotton Candy Frappuccino in her honor.
The stories are usually way exaggerated, but always have a hint of truth to them. Like the legend about Anna Arendelle breaking her way into Claire's at night while the guards just watched and clapped. She really just forgot her phone in there and the cop happened to know her. Or the one about Anna Arendelle being the one who invented the Cotton Candy Frap. Please, she would have invented something much chocolatier.
But most of the stories are just legends. Except one. And that's the one that no one knows about. Except me.
My name is Kristoff Bjorgman, and this is how Anna Arendelle ruined my life for the better.
This is my first story, so I hope that you like it! I hope I can update really quick! Bye!