AN: I am a born and raised SF Giants fan so I might be having a little fun..this is kind of a filler chapter but I actually really enjoyed writing this so snaps for me. (If you care, Sabean is pronounce Say-bee-an)

Chapter 17

June 19th was Kristoff's last day as an Arendelle Aggie. But his flight to San Francisco wasn't until the 24th so he had plenty of time to grieve and accept that that chapter of his life was closed. Seeing as he didn't have any more baseball, but it was still a 'school sanctioned' trip, his coach pretty much just said "Don't wear any Arendelle gear and don't get arrested." And with that, the group was free to do what they wanted in Omaha. There was a lot of time spent by the team's hotel pool, and a lot of drinking games too. It was so relaxing just to hang out with his friends and Anna, Kristoff was thankful for the extra days. But, before he knew it, Flynn, Naveen and Anna were piling into an Uber and dropping him off at Omaha's airport. Kristoff exchanged hugs and handshakes with his friends, all promising to keep in touch and loose plans to visit California soon. And then he was hugging Anna. He knew it wasn't goodbye but it felt weird.

"I'll see you in a couple days." She said softly, as he squeezed her tighter.

"I know," He mumbled back.

The Giants organization had scheduled Kristoff's flight to land at San Francisco International Airport a few hours before the Wednesday night game. First class too, damn. When he landed, there was a man in a black suit holding a card with his name on it near baggage claim. The driver took Kristoff's largest suitcase and walked toward the Lincoln Navigator in the pick up line. Apparently, the Giants weren't subject to the "No Parking Any Time Violators Will Be Towed" rules.

The driver, whose name was Bobby, informed Kristoff that he would be taking him to the hotel to drop off his things before heading to the stadium. Once they left the airport property, Bobby drove leisurely down the 101 and Kristoff scooted over in the backseat to the driver's side and stared at the world famous Bay. The classic Journey song got stuck in his head within seconds. There was traffic, even though it wasn't rush hour. Bobby said it was normal and Kristoff hoped San Jose wouldn't be as crowded. Bobby laughed at him.

When they arrived at the Hyatt Place Kristoff was surprised how close it was to Oracle Park (the Giants' stadium), like literally right across the street. Bobby handed him his room key and loaded his bags onto a luggage cart with the help of the awaiting bellhop. Kristoff was antsy to get to the stadium so when he got to the room he quickly changed into the team issued work out shirts and shorts he was given, laced up his turf shoes and packed everything else he needed into his small duffle bag. Bobby was waiting just where he left him.

Bobby drove into some back channel parking lot behind the stadium, secured with a gate and security personnel. When Bobby signaled that this was his stop, Kristoff thanked him for all of his help and stepped out into the dark garage. There, he was immediately met by an older man with slicked back, white hair and a tall woman in her late thirties. The man was Brian Sabean, the Executive Vice President for the San Francisco Giants.

"Kristoff Bjorgman, pleasure to finally meet you my boy!" The man greeted Kristoff with a strong handshake.

"The pleasure is all mine Mr. Sabean." Kristoff was glad he took the time to memorize all the Front Office bigwigs names and their pictures.

"This is Megan, she manages the media relations here. You'll be with her once the game starts. Come on." Kristoff shook the woman's hand and they both followed after Mr. Sabean. He was a talker, which suited Kristoff just fine. Megan stayed silent as well, clearly working on her phone. Kristoff spoke when spoken to, but besides that he just took it all in.

They toured the stadium first. It was phenomenal, nothing like Kristoff had ever seen. Of course Kristoff had googled the stadium plenty of times when talks with the Giants scouts got serious but the pictures didn't do it justice. Growing up in Montana, he didn't have a 'home team'. The Seattle Mariners were the closest professional team to him but Kristoff wasn't even alive for the Griffey era and the team had dropped off talent-wise after that. The Giants, however, had gained all of baseball's attention when they won three World Series titles in five years back in the early 2010s. And Brandon Crawford, their All-Star, Gold Glove winning, fan favorite shortstop, was a big part of that new dynasty in the City. Therefore, Kristoff had been skeptical when the Giants first suggested their interest in him. Although there weren't any rumors of Crawford going anywhere, his contract was expiring in 2021, he was 33 and this was his ninth season in the Majors. Which were big indicators for a soon-to-retire player. All the thoughts of trying to become the Giants' new 'everyday shortstop' flew out of Kristoff's head the moment he realized where they were.

The hallway leading to frosted glass double doors was lined perfectly with historic black and white photos, headlined by a huge portrait of the three World Series trophies, otherwise known as 'The Triplets'. When Mr. Sabean pushed through the doors, Kristoff was met with an all too familiar, pre-game chaos. The room was a large square, but felt smaller with the amount of people moving around in it. There were cubbies lining the three walls in front of them with players' jerseys hanging from each of them. Some players were standing around talking while others congregated on the plush sofas in the middle of the room. People were moving in and out of the room quickly, some players, some training and coaching staff. Six large televisions were hung from the two pillars towards the middle of the room and were on, but didn't have any sound coming from them. Or maybe they did, Kristoff couldn't tell with all the other sounds going on around him.

Only a few people noticed their appearance in the doorway and shouted a respectful greeting towards Mr. Sabean but ignored Kristoff completely. One person, however, walked towards them from a far corner cubby. It took a moment for Kristoff to recognize the man but by the time he stepped into their space, Kristoff was grinning and reaching his hand out. The other player, just as tall as Kristoff with some more defining meat on him, grabbed his hand and pulled him into a familiar half-embrace-back pat.

"Long time no see Bjorgman."

"Joey Bart, I guess they let anybody in here, don't they?" Kristoff jabbed at him, smirking.

"How ya doin' Mr. Sabean?" Joey turned to the exec.

"Just fine Joey. You know Kristoff here I take it?"

"We played each other a couple years back in preseason. Organization got a good one with him, sir." Joey Bart had gone to Georgia Tech before he was drafted in 2018. First round, number two overall (no big deal). Highly sought after catcher who would, hopefully, be replacing (the future Hall of Famer) Buster Posey in the coming years.

"I'm glad to hear that." Mr. Sabean responded, "I'm going to show Kristoff the rest of the clubhouse and then send him out to BP with you guys."

Kristoff zoned out as he walked through all the different rooms throughout the clubhouse and shook hands with the numerous staffers in each. The thing that snapped him back to reality was walking into Gabe Kapler's office, the Giants' Manager. This was Kapler's first season with Bruce Bochy retiring after twelve seasons with the organization.

"Glad to have you Kristoff. We're excited to see where you're headed." Kapler shooked Kristoff's hand and clapped his shoulder with his other hand.

"Thank you sir, I'm ready to work hard." Kristoff cringed, did that sound as fucking dumb as he thought?

Kapler laughed, "Alright, well head out and let's see what you've got."

Walking onto that field was a whole lot different than any other field Kristoff had been on. This was the holy mecca of all baseball, the end all be all, The Show. Everything was perfect, down to the blades of grass. Fifteen or so guys were standing around the big portable cage surrounding home plate as one guy hit off the pitcher. The players were wearing their black batting practice jerseys and matching hats, chatting and waiting for their turn. Never had Kristoff felt so out of place on a baseball field. Thank god for Joey Bart who called, "Bjorgman!" and waved him over.

"Buster, Brandon-Kristoff Bjorgman." Holy shit. He was meeting Buster Posey and Brandon Crawford. Holy shit.

"Hey man, glad ta have ya." Posey said with his southern drawl.

"You played great in the Series man, congrats." Crawford nodded to him.

"Thanks." Kristoff adjusted his hat since he had no clue what else to say.

Bart just laughed at him, "Little nervous there Kris?" Kristoff tried to laugh it off but it was clearly forced.

"Don't let him bother ya. You should have seen him on his first day here." Posey said encouragingly. "You want next?" The All-Star catcher handed Kristoff his bat and gestured towards the cage.

"Uh- sure." Kristoff took the bat without thinking and walked towards the cage. He could hear some hollers from the other players but he was just trying to focus on breathing. He didn't want to fuck this up. He had taken BP a thousand times and once he got into that batter's box he felt a little more comfortable. Sure, this was a wood bat that he had never used before but he could make it work. Kristoff let his muscle memory take over and before he knew it the balls were flying off the borrowed bat. One even hit the left field wall on the fly. The guys behind him loved that.

Once he was finished, more guys came up to him, introducing themselves and making jokes. But it was short lived as Megan returned with a camera crew and interviewer. Again, Kristoff let his muscle memory take over. He knew all the generic answers to give in a scenario like this: I'm excited to be a part of this organization, its a truly beautiful ballpark, I'm here to work hard, blah blah blah. And then the media tour began. Megan whisked him away to interview after interview. Kristoff didn't even know what outlets he was talking to, he just answered the questions over and over again. Throughout his interviews more and more fans filled the stands, a lot congregating on the baselines to try and get autographs. There was a small break with the on camera stuff and Megan handing him a sharpie. What was he supposed to do with that? Nobody wanted his autograph.

"Bjorgman! Glad to have you on the team man!"

"Yo Bjorgman, we'll be seein' you in San Jose!"

Turns out the fans were heavily invested in the team's draft picks and were happy to have him in the organization. Good, he didn't want to get booed. Megan returned and led him back to the clubhouse where he switched out his batting practice outfit for a cream colored game jersey and black hat. He did a much more structured, sit down press conference with Mr. Sabean and then headed out to throw out the game's first pitch.

"Tonight we are thrilled to welcome the newest member to the Giants organization, a shortstop from Arendelle University, Kristoff Bjorgman. Welcome to San Francisco Kristoff. We look forward to seeing you in orange and black here at Oracle Park some day soon." The stadium erupted and Kristoff couldn't help the huge grin on his face as he waved up at the crowds. He jogged out to the mound and was met by a laughing Joey Bart behind the plate. Kristoff threw a pretty good pitch and walked towards Joey to shake his hand.

"Can I have your autograph?" Joey jokingly asked.

"And then I got to go to the suite where all the front office guys sit. Which was crazy and somehow I didn't mess up any of their names!"

"Did you get any garlic fries?" Anna smiled back at Kristoff through her phone as he laid in the dim light of his hotel room facetiming her. She had never seen him this ecstatic about anything before. He honestly looked like a kid.

"Yes! They were fucking amazing!" Kristoff shook his screen to emphasize it.

Anna laughed, "Ok and then what happened?"

"Oh my gosh, so cool! I got to go sit with Kruk and Kuip!"

"...who?" Anna asked, confused.

"Mike Krukow and Duane Kuiper. They are broadcasting royalty and just super cool dudes. They call the game for the local areas but they are renowned in the baseball community."

"Were they nice to you?"

"Oh super nice, and they actually knew stuff about me. Well duh, they're professionals, but it was so cool."

"It sounds amazing." Anna said adjusting her phone in her own room back in Arendelle. Kristoff just smiled and looked off into space, goofy smile never wavering. Until Anna yawned.

"Oh shit it's late isn't it?" Kristoff asked, feeling guilty.

"Oh you know, just a casual 1:40am here." Anna teased him, "But I was waiting up for your call so no worri-" she broke off to yawn again.

"Ok ok I get it, go to bed Sleeping Beauty. I'll see you in a few days."

"Love you." Anna mumbled sleepily.

"Love you too."

It took Kristoff's body another two hours before it calmed down enough to fall asleep. The next day he would be headed to San Jose to start his professional career playing for the minor league team there. He hoped Bobby would be driving him.

AN: Maybe you hated it? Maybe it was ok? Any Kristanna fans out there who also love the Giants? Its a very niche group. Next chapter will have more Kristanna I promise.