Kristoff
It had been a long day, it was dark, and I was ready to go home. The whole carriage ride there was loud with my thoughts. How will I tell the trolls? They'll think I'm an idiot. Then again, I did get her pregnant. God, I should've pulled out. Should I propose? Anna Bjorman. I kind of like the sound of that. I' m a father. Me. A father! At only twenty-one. And poor Anna. She's only eighteen! I've ruined her life. Her future. Elsa has every right to hate me.
The trolls were all waiting for me, staring at me worriedly as soon as I pulled up. "KRISTOFF BJORMAN," Bulda, my troll mom, was spitting mad. "DO YOU KNOW HOW LATE YOU ARE? YOU WORRIED US SICK!"
I rubbed the back of my neck. "I'm sorry. Something came up."
"And what came up that was so important that you 'forgot' that you were supposed to go out with Anna and be back?"
"If I could just speak with you privately-"
"OH NO! You worried ALL of us sick. We ALL deserve an explanation."
My face turned red. She was so mad; there was no way to reason with her. And disobeying Bulda just wasn't something you did. "Well, I… I kind of um…"
"SPIT IT OUT, CHILD!"
"I got her pregnant." I said just loudly enough so that only the ones closest to me, Bulda, Cliff(my troll dad), and Pabbie, could hear.
Bulda went silent, her usually happy eyes welling up with tears. She pulled me by the pant leg to my tent. Pabbie and Cliff followed.