Kristoff arrived at work met up with Hans. The two worked together as crime scene cleaners. They were partners, Kristoff drove the truck, while Hans handledall the phone calls from the passenger seat. In between phone calls Hans would engage in conversation with the blond man.
"So how was your first night in the new place eh?" asked Hans.
"Well, actually it was rather embarrassing if you must know." said Kristoff.
"Embarrassing? What do you mean?" asked Hans.
"Well.." Kristoff sighed deeply, "Some blond woman showed up with some chocolate cake, and when she rang the door bell, I was busy and not thinking, I mean I didn't even look to see who it was. Anyways, I opened it up, barely managed to say 'hello' before taking the cake from her and giving her a slice of pizza, like an idiot." said Kristoff.
Hans began laughing quite hard. "I can totally picture how this went down." He imitated what he thought Kristoff had acted like and laughed again. "I can't believe you gave her a piece of pizza, that's funny. What did she say?"
"Umm, she didn't say anything after I gave her the pizza. Well, no she did say thank you, but I closed the door on her. Dude I was really nervous, trust me if you would have seen her, then you would have been too." said the blond man in a serious tone.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, there is no way she was hotter than the redhead in yoga pants." said Hans flatly.
"mmmm, I don't know man, I'd say pretty damn close though." replied Kristoff. "Anyway, a little while later the doorbell rings again, and this time however, I remember to look out the peep-hole, and low and behold, there she is."
Hans gestured with his hands. "There who is?" asked Hans.
Kristoff shot him and irritated glance before answering. "The redhead dammit!"
Hans snapped his fingers. "Ah, gotcha. And what she say?"
"I didn't even open the door, I just looked through the hole till she left. Though she did leave the brownies on the mat outside my door." said Kristoff.
Hans could only shake his head in disbelief at what the other man was saying to him. "Okay, so you have some issues talking to woman, man. Maybe you should go visit a counselor or something."
"Hey, now I can talk to women, just in a professional capacity. That's got to count for something right?" asked Kristoff.
"No, dude. That doesn't count. Kristoff, you are incapable of making a personal connection with woman. You need help, man. Like professional help. You have some really good-looking women who want to talk to you and stuff, but you can't even say 'hi, my name is Kristoff' You know what I mean right?" said Hans.
Kristoff was about to answer him but a call came in, and they were off to the next misfortune to clean up.
Kristoff sat in his living room and stared at the deserts on the table, deep in thought. He had actually been contemplating going and talking to someone professionally, but he reasoned that would just be too much work and cost extra money that he didn't want to spend on something like that. The door bell rang, pulling him from his thoughts.
He looked over at the door and cocked his head and sank in his chair. "ah shit." He got up and walked over to the door. "Please don't be he-" Kristoff looked through the peep-hole "fuuuuuuck" he said under his breath.
Red hair dressed in some jeans and a tee-shirt, looking quite comfortable. With extreme reluctance, Kristoff twisted the door knob and opened the door a little.
"How can I help you?" he asked. Kristoff remembered back the conversation that he had with Hans earlier about it being easier to talk professionally.
Anna jumped a little, she had not actually been expecting him to answer the door. Her eyes immediately perked up and looked at him, though he was not looking at her, rather at the ground in front of her shoes.
"Hi, I am Anna, I live on the top floor, I brought you some brownies yesterday and just wanted to see if you enjoyed them." said the girl.
'God dammit! Shit! I didn't eat any of them, should I lie?' the thoughts were racing through his head. 'yes, lie, that sounds like a reasonable thing to do.' 'God she is beautiful' ' hey dumb ass she asked you a question.'
"Are you alright?" asked Anna. Kristoff was looking a little pale in the face and had involuntarily backed up from the door, which Anna had taken as an invitation to come inside.
Kristoff's mind was unable to handle all the stimulation and shut down. "..." his mouth hung open for the words that never came. Instead he just fell to the floor.
"Oh my god!" she said with exasperation. Anna ran over to where he now lay on the floor and tried to wake him. When she was unable to do so, she check for a pulse and, when she discovered that he was still alive she dragged him over the couch and with great difficulty she managed to get him up on it.
Kristoff awoke a few minutes later. His eyes snapped open and saw a redheaded woman hovering over him. He closed his eyes again. Communication was easier without the visual stimulation of the beauty.
"What happened?" he asked.
"You tell me, all I know is one minute you standing, then the next, your on the floor passed out." said Anna. "You know what your name is?"
"It's Kris- what are you doing in my apartment?!" asked the man.
"I thought you wanted me to come in." stated Anna. She looked around the room with her eyes and saw the still wrapped try of brownies on the counter. "And you said you liked the brownies, but you didn't eat any." her eyes narrowed at him. "Why did you lie?" she asked softly, trying to not sound mean.
"I umm-" he couldn't find the words. "Don't know"
Anna was a little shocked at his response. She had expected the behavior of a man, and not a teenage boy, especially from a large handsome man such as himself. "I see, well I guess I will leave you too it." She got up and turned to walk back to the door at the same time Kristoff had opened his eye, which were caught by the motion of her hips.
"Oh my god dude." he unknowingly said out loud to himself. Anna turned around and looked at him.
"Ah, so you like what you see" she said with her head cocked and in a seductive yet teasing tone. A smile crept over her face.
Kristoff tried to play it off. "What?" he said with his beet red face that was fooling absolutely no one.
"You were just checking out my ass huh?" said Anna with confidence, as she crossed her arms over her chest, subtly trying to prop up her breast.
"I umm..no..I would never do that" he scoffed.
"Hey! You want to come to the pool?!" said a voice from behind Anna, startling the both of them. Anna spun around to face the voice. "Ohhi, Anna" said the blond woman. They heard a 'thud' behind them, in the living room. They both turned to face to direction the noise had come from.
There lie Kristoff on the floor again. The redhead snickered a little, she was beginning to catch on to what the man's problem was. She looked at Elsa, who was in her blue bikini, looking sexy as ever.
"Shit! Is he okay?!" asked the blond.
"Yeah, I suspect he is fine." said Anna.
They heard a low muffled voice from the floor. "I need you both to leave please, now."
Elsa walked over to where he lie on the floor, Kristoff intellectually looked up. "Oh, dear god" he said.
"What is it? What's wrong with you?" asked the blond.
"you have no idea how much I wish I knew." said Kristoff softly.
Elsa shook her head. "Whatever. When you feel better, come out to the pool alright?" she asked.
"Hey Elsa, I will go to the pool with you!" said Anna from behind her.
"OK, go get your swim suit." replied the blond with a smile.
The two girls walked out of the apartment and closed the door behind them. "Alright, maybe I do need some professional help." stated the man after thewomen had left the apartment. "something is seriously wrong with me." Kristoff could feel some frustrated tears welling in his eyes.
He found himself at a psychiatrists office the next day. Kristoff never really liked to talk about his issues with anyone. Occasionally him and Has might have an enlightening conversation but other than that, he never did.
"So what brings you here to see me today?" said the doctor, who was a large burly man who could have flicked Kristoff across the room at will.
Kristoff sighed, "Well, my buddy recommend that I go and get some professional help with my issues, so here I am."
"No, I mean what is it that you are having problems with?" asked the doctor.
"Alright, so yesterday" he was going to spill the beans, "Thees two beautiful woman some how found their way to my apartment of all places, and long story short, I passed out..twice." said Kristoff.
The doctor looked at him for a minute, thinking. "okay, so are you always nervous around woman?"
Kristoff shook his head. "No, not always. In a professional setting I am fine, but in my personal life, I basically don't have any contact with them."
"Have you ever been diagnosed with an anxiety disorder?" asked the doctor.
"Nope, never" answered Kristoff.
"That's what I believe is going on here, so why don't you take some of the samples and try them out for a few days and come back and tell me if its working. If the medication works for you, then we will get you a prescription for them, if not then we can try something else." said the doctor.
Kristoff took the packages from the doctor's hand and left the office.
"Hey there!" said Elsa from a distance, as Kristoff took off his helmet.
'Oh, no..' thought Kristoff 'not again'
Elsa closed the distance and started with a little small talk. "I like your bike! What kind is it?" she asked.
"Kawasaki z1000" replied Kristoff.
"Very cool." Elsa was going to get right to the point "So are you feeling any better? I noticed that you didn't come out the pool yesterday. Is everything alright?" asked the woman with genuine concern.
Very quickly Kristoff glanced at her eyes and then back down. "It's all good, I just got some issues." he said that thinking that she would leave him alone. However, she did not.
"Issues? Like what?" asked the blond.
'Dammit' he thought. "I don't really want to talk about it, sorry."
"That's alright. So what is it that you do for a living, Kristoff?" asked Elsa.
He sighed deeply. "Umm, you don't want to know, trust me." he said, causing the blond to walk in front of him and stop, thus halting him as well. Kristoff could feel the anxiety building within him once again.
"Actually, I do." said Elsa.
'If I tell her, maybe she will leave me alone, hmm. But then again, she might really leave me alone.' he thought. 'eh, what the hell'
"I clean up crime scenes." he said flatly.
Elsa just stared at him. "Crime scenes?" she half asked.
"It's exactly what you think it is." said Kristoff.
Elsa's face got a little whiter, "Um, its been nice talking to you, but I have to run, sorry." she said as she walked away.
'Oh thank god, it worked!' he thought as he enjoyed the rest of his walk back to his apartment.
When Kristoff opened his apartment door, he got the biggest scare of his life, Anna unpacking and organizing his belongings. But of course that's not what he saw at that particular moment. No instead he saw an intruder. Adrenalin flooding his system, he ran to tackle the person violating his space.
Anna head heavy foot steps rapidly approaching her, and she spun around on her heel and put her hands up. Part of him recognized the woman but by then it was too late, he already had her face down on the living room floor, holding her hands behind her back and handcuffed.
Her soft sobs, had pulled him from the zone. "Anna? What the hell are you doing in here?" he asked as he un-cuffed her.
"I used the spare key under your mat, the previous resident put it there because they would forget their keys. Anyways I cam in here to get my plate, and some how got to organizing and stuff, I am so sorry Kristoff, please forgive me?" asked the redhead.
Kristoff looked around the place briefly, "Well, it does look pretty good around here, so I suppose I could let you off the hook." He surprised himself with his comment, why was he so talkative?
Anna laughed lightly at his comment. "I may have just a touch of OCD, again I am really sorry. I should leave." said the woman.
Kristoff walked around and heard the washing machine running. "You did my laundry?" he said stunned. Anna had turned beet red and choked out a sound.
Kristoff walked back in to the living room when he heard the front door close rather hard. "Anna?" he said, but he got no answer. He scratched the top of his head lightly and said "What the hell is going on here? I thought I was the weirdo, huh, well it's comforting knowing that I am no the only one." Kristoff laughed a little and sat down and thought about the events of the day.