Kristoff was a routine person. He woke up, got dressed, fed Sven, fed himself, then left for the rink. On Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays he drove the Zamboni and patrolled free skates. On Fridays and Saturdays he hung around stick and puck sessions and refereed some games. Sunday mornings were dedicated to sleeping in. It wasn't the high life, but he sure didn't mind. In fact, he preferred it that way. All he really enjoyed was an ice cold beer, a game going, and the company of his dog.
Kristoff was a routine person.
And this morning was not part of his routine.
There was a knock at his door.
No one knocked at his door just because. As much as he would deny it, he was the weird 24 year-old loner in his building. Family didn't stop by much. He wasn't good at making friends and didn't need them anyway. He liked carrot soup, mittens, and had a weird obsession with all things Christmas, even in the middle of July.
Kristoff did not receive visitors.
So why did he have one right now?
Not to mention it was Sunday and he was sleeping in. The burly man rolled over on his couch and groped for his phone to check the time. The dim light of the outdated phone read 1:00 sharp. He might as well get up anyway. The knocking turned into a pounding.
"I'm coming!" Jeez.
Kristoff heaved himself up with a deep sigh and walked the short distance to his door. After pulling it open, he completely regretted it.
Standing in front of him was the devil he met last night.
"Morning."
He didn't know how to reply. He should probably start with, 'morning', then 'why are you here', and afterwards maybe 'leave'.
He settled with, "It's afternoon."
Smooth.
"Coffee."
Her hair stuck up in random places and she looked like a lion that was having a bad hair day. The shoulder of her long-sleeve pajama shirt was sliding off and her bunny slippers were on the wrong feet. The girl's eyes were shut and her mouth was falling into a frown; in one of her hands was a coffee mug.
"Coffee."
He was confused. "Coffee?"
"Oh my gosh, I've already asked like a hundred times," she said in annoyance, cocking her head to the side. Suddenly her eyes shot open, revealing two ocean-like saucers, and she thrust the coffee mug into his broad chest.
Kristoff looked at her with disdain. Who in their right might would let the devil in their home? No one.
"No one? What are you talking about?" the ginger asked in confusion. She lifted a brow and twisted her lips.
"Leave. I'm not a Satan-worshipper." Kristoff pushed her mug away from him and began closing the door, but she kicked it back open with an angry huff, letting herself in. "Get out, demon. You're not welcome."
"I'm getting my coffee right now," she declared, and stomped into his apartment, found his kitchen, and replaced his coffee mug with hers. She pressed a button and the familiar sound of brewing coffee could be heard.
"Why are you in my apartment?" Kristoff demanded to know after a moment of shock, slamming his door. He marched right over to the still unnamed girl and nearly toppled over her with his force.
"Either you could've made me this cup," she said aimlessly, her head in her hand, tracing a finger along the counter, "or I was gonna make it myself. You wouldn't, so I did."
"Don't you have an operating coffee maker in your own room?"
"I moved in yesterday."
Smooth.
"Really smooth." The girl's mouth went into a tight line and she looked Kristoff up and down. "You wouldn't mind helping a girl unpack, with all those muscles and stuff?"
Now was probably the worst time to realize he wasn't wearing a shirt.
His face went bright red and he started doing that rambling thing he did when he got nervous.
"I, see, well, you have a shirt on, and I uh, I don't! I, ah, most guys don't? When they sleep at least. I mean, not that I would know, because I don't, well I do but I don't. I'm just kind of guessing because it feels kind of natural. But not natural as in like 'I'm a bear, I follow my instincts and eat a lot of food to store up for winter and then I sleep for a really long time and I don't even know if I'm going to wake up' y'know? Wait, not that bears need clothes anyway, becau-"
"What's your name anyway?"
He was silent. Was this a trick question?
"No, it's not," she said with a sigh. "I'm Anna. Spelled with an 'A', said like an 'O'."
"I'm Kristoff. Spelled with a 'K'. There's no 'er'."
Anna smiled.
"Now that we're acquainted," she said as she walked back to the door, coffee mug in hand, "I expect to see you in about one hour to unpack my apartment. Thank you for the coffee."
And then she slipped back into her apartment and he barely heard it creek shut.
Sven, with his horrible timing that was starting to become a habit, ambled over and nudged his owner's leg for a snack.
"Hey buddy," Kristoff said, scratching the top of his head. "Satan invited me over to help redecorate hell."
All of italics mean Kristoff is talking to himself. Sorry it took a while! February is busier than I thought. I planned this for last weekend but I forgot lol thank jesus for snow days amirite or amirite
i encourage people to pm me just to talk or ask if im still alive! if someone wants to beta me that is so chillaxin but im not on the lookout.