It felt like she was floating in a dark abyss, weightless for a moment as something carried her toward warmth. The smell of potatoes chips and pop filled her senses and the crunching that was nearby brought her around. Speaking of, she was feeling hungry among other things, but mostly hungry.
By the time she had opened her green eyes, she was met with a rather large figure and a lack of understanding of her surroundings. "Uhhh…Hi?" She responded meekly, uncertain if the man was friendly or maybe not so friendly – like status crazy woodman killer unfriendly…
Those greens searched her area, finding it rather small and cramped, but she hadn't put two and two together just yet. "Where am I?" She was sitting up, but almost wished she hadn't until a large comforting hand kept her from sliding. Content with only sitting, she looked at him as he gave her a short answer.
"I carried you here." Another greasy potato chip was placed into his mouth, crunching down on it as he smashed up the empty bag and chucked it behind him. "You were passed out behind some bush, actually I was kind of hoping to understand what you're doing out here?" He wasn't feeling all that friendly, rather a little nerved. This was supposed to be his time away from people and here he was, talking with a person. Well at least she was sort of easy on the eyes, but chances were this meant trouble because more people were going to come, at least he sort of hoped they would so that they could come fetch her.
"I um… Um…" Her brows furrowed together, a few wrinkles danced across her forehead and a hand went toward the back left side of her head. It was aching the more she thought about it, but when she tried to reach for her memories, nothing came to mind. In fact, she didn't even hold the sensation that it was on the tip of her tongue, it was like nothing was there altogether. "I'm sorry, who are you?" She questioned, hoping that if maybe she could hear something familiar, she might remember.
"Kristoff. And we don't know each other," He voice was flat and he suspected he knew what she was trying to do. Only part of him wished it wasn't true. Instead, in the small cramped space he stared at her for a little while longer, his rough demeanor was matched with the slight irritation in his gaze, but it softened. It was hard to be stern when she was easy on the eyes. Instead he gave a gruff sigh and turned to the small kitchen counter, reaching under the cabinet to pull out at a sealed water bottle. "Here. Drink this and rest, someone should be coming for you in a little while." Handing her the bottle, he left and took his leave, to step outside and once again feel the fresh air.
Inhaling deeply, he was able to relax – that cool fresh air that slid off the North Mountain and down through the forest and over his little camp. Pulling a few logs off the bed of the trailer, he lined them up and aimed with his axe before cutting them into smaller chunks. Once he had a nice little bundle he placed them in the circle stone lifted pit to build a medium sized fire. He almost had it going when the whirl of a heavy helicopter flew overhead. At first he was surprised – help normally didn't come in the appearance of a sleek black and the copter was missing that medical search and rescue sign. What was even more apparent was that once the thing had landed, four men in suits and tie came out. Then finally another man who looked important even had a nifty little purple scarf to top it off with those out-dated side burns.
Taking a cloth out of his pocket, the man lifted it to his nose and mouth as the helicopter blades finally came to a stop. Kristoff placed the man in his mid-twenties and gauged the fine threads on his clothing, but knew something was off…
"We're here for the girl, the one you radioed in about," his eyes were constantly searching but when they could not find what they were looking for they settled on Kristoff with a look of distaste.
Already irritated, Kristoff decided not to play the game and even though several alarms were going off in his head, he continued on to try and build the fire. "Oh? Well you don't look like the guys they usually send for this kind of thing," he was playing coy and it felt good to watch that irritating man get impatient. After all, Kristoff made him out to be the kind who looked like he held pretenses up and those were just about shattered.
"I don't have time to play your wood man games, tell me where she is and I won't have to," He was cut short though once the blonde stood up and he never bother to break eye contact.
"What? Feed me to the wolves?" His grin and words were full of sarcasm and his eyes lacked any empathy. Threats were not something he'd take kindly to and this day, his day, was not getting any better. Between the five of them, he wouldn't mind letting out some steam. Relaxing his broad shoulders, he gave them all a once over and decided he had to end it here.
"You can go now," but he stopped when a black pistol was aimed at him and inwardly he sighed. Why did he have to get involved? With his hands in the air, he closed his eyes and hoped somehow, she had magical ways of escaping this one.
"I think we'll take a look around first, you two – go check the camper," the man motioned and Kristoff watched helpless. The next few seconds to minutes were so intense for him and it wasn't because he was staring down a barrel, but rather the race of thoughts that were going through his head. These men… Whatever they were looked like trouble, but then like a bolt of lighting he heard a phrase that both relieved him and confused him,
"She's not here Boss," one spoke. "The only thing here are just chips and carrots," he continued before Kristoff barked at him.
"You leave those carrots alone! They cost me a lot and I don't plan on buying them again from that con-man." His voice was rough and he shoved the gun out of his way, but the other man didn't bother to put it up. The pretense was over with.
"She couldn't have gotten far, if she was here." He placed the gun away and began walking toward the helicopter when Kristoff called out to him.
"Maybe she got eaten; there are a lot of wolves out here." His voice was low audacious growl. The man's only response was a click of his tongue behind his teeth, 'Tsk.' Not bothering with a response, Kristoff had muttered under his breath, "wonder what that was all about." As the man boarded the helicopter and began to lift off, they had stared at one another for a lengthy while and a glare was exchanged. Standing smug, he watched smugly as the men left, he knew it would be awhile before they could return out here, if they even bothered to do that. By the time they'd leave to gas up and return, it would be too dark to fly.
Instead, the blonde turned his attention toward the camper and began to walk over. He looked inside for a moment and wondered how she had disappeared; it wasn't as if he had a secret box for her to stay in. He'd looked around and noticed the small window was ajar, but he was in disbelief until he turned around and was greeted by the young woman.
"Those men didn't look too friendly," she spoke with a tone that seemed almost out of guilt. "Thank you for what you did back there," the woman sounded sincere, but Kristoff was unresponsive about it.
"I don't like being trouble to these places and I didn't do it for you," he felt almost defensive about it, not wanting to give her the wrong impression. So when he moved to step forward, he found his way blocked by the strawberry haired girl.
"So you kind of knew I was lying when I said I didn't remember…?" Her slender eyebrow rose out of hope, but for what she herself wasn't sure. "Just so you know… I wasn't lying entirely. I mean, I did forget and then, when I saw those men and Hans – I realized I…" And now those hopeful greens were on him, but she couldn't bring herself to say anymore.
"Let me guess, you don't remember," he wasn't at all phased by it, but instead began to move forward, intent on running her over if she didn't back up and out of the camper. As she did though, she missed a step and he had reached out and grabbed her. "I'd rather not be in your business, if you don't mind."
"Sorry it's just best for your safety that you don't know… Wait, you don't mind?" The woman's face was confused because it was just too juicy of gossip to slip past her.
"I don't really care to know what's going on between you and those men," he figured it was more or less a boyfriend issue.
"Han's is not my boyfriend," her voice was stern as she collectively picked up on his thoughts or rather the silent tone in him that followed after. Her head tilted and her gaze went to the ground, wanting to fight this belief – even if, once again, it did not matter. "I… Just can't tell you! Yeah and I need to lay low here, if I go into town right now I…"
"No" he responded sharply and began to work on his misplaced fire, happy to have it alive and roaring once again.
"Well I guess I can just walk back into town… Who knows if some strange animal might eat me on the way though, or maybe I'll get lost and freeze to death," she would have continued on, but he interrupted her.
"Alright, alright," ugh why did he have to have a soft spot? For people no less, reindeers, ah they were so much easier to deal with.