As the butlers lead him down the hall, Kristoff let his eyes trail long the floor, staring at his reflection in the shiny wood. He could hear a commotion coming from one of the rooms as they passed it, and he could hear Anna's voice as she practically threw a temper-tantrum that was soon to become a full on panic attack, he was sure. He had seen her do it before, and it was not exactly pleasant when she was mad.
"Alright," the butler said, pushing him into a room across the hall, shutting the door with a soft click. Kristoff gulped. That was never good. Cracking his knuckles, the butler said, "You'l need to get changed." Snapping his fingers, another servant entered, carrying a suit wrapped in protective plastic casing. Kristoff pointed to it.
"A suit?" he asked.
"Is there anything wrong with it?" the butler asked.
"No, it's just… I've never woe a suit before," Kristoff pointed out. The butler shrugged.
"And I've never worn a dress, but there is always room for something new in life, now snit there?" the butler chided him, exiting the room, leaving Kristoff alone with the suit. Sighing, he collapsed on the bed, the soft silken sheets wrinkling under him, the mattress sinking under his weight. I guess I'll have to wear it, he thought as he carefully unwrapped the suit from the plastic, pulling it slowly off the hanger. The material was stiff in his thick fingers, a dark black color. Reaching up, he hooked the collar of his blue shirt on his thumb and pulled, the fabric flying over his head as he took it off, revealing a well-toned barrel of a chest- he liked to credit his years of picking and harvesting blocks of ice in return for looking so good. As he reached for the crisp white shirt he found along with the suit, there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" he called, quickly slipping the shirt on before whoever it was decided to come in. But there was no answer, instead the soft click of the door as it was pushed open, and a low rumble as he saw them tumble in, trailing dirt behind them as they did so. Kristoff groaned, rolling his eyes.
"Kristoff!" the trolls exclaimed excitedly, all jumping on the bed to get a good look at him.
"Guys, guys, stop!" Kristoff pleaded with a smile as he pushed them away to stand up, brushing dirt off his clothes. As soon as everyone had calmed down, he asked, "what are you doing here?"
"We just wanted to wish the bride and groom congratulations!" Grandpa Pabbie cried, "and we bought presents!" Before Kristoff could ask anything more, the trolls all approached him, trapping him into a corner of the room with mischievous grins. Amidst shouts of protests and cries of pain, as well as a slew of curses here and there, Kristoff thought he could hear someone gasp. The trolls stopped, all looking towards the doorway.
"What is going on here?!" came Elsa's cry of astonishment, "I just kicked you out of my sister's room! Stop sabotaging the groom!" Trotting over, Elsa shooed the trolls out the door, slamming it as soon as she made sure even the smallest one had gone.
"They only wanted to say hi-" Kristoff said sheepishly as Elsa leaned against the door, sighing, brows furrowed into a deep v-shape.
"I know, I know," she said, "but I've just had the staff re-clean Anna's room. Now they'll have to redo this one." Kristoff raised an eyebrow- they and visited Anna already?
"They saw Anna?" Kristoff said, a wave of curiousness and slight fear washing over him. Elsa nodded.
"They wanted Anna to wear a cape they made out of dirt and moss and trees…" Elsa let out a little laugh, shaking her head, "of course, I told her she couldn't wear it, it would track dirt everywhere." Kristoff laughed as well, gesturing to himself. Before Elsa had come in, they managed t deck him out in a mossy cape as well, the soft green fuzz tickling his arms.
"I guess I shouldn't wear this either," he joked. Elsa's eyes nearly bugged out of her head once she saw, and she shook her head vigorously as she then pulled it from his shoulders.
"Goodness no!" she let out a bellow, going towards the door. Before she turned the knob, she hefted the cape up her arm, making sure she and all of it with her before opening the door. Sending Kristoff a glance over her shoulder, she said, "I'm glad it's you marrying Anna instead of him. Just thought you should know that." With a sharp slam, she left Kristoff to dress for the wedding, leaving him in total silence to contemplate what she had just said.