well, here it is. I've updated with my 'Frozen' fanfiction with chapter fourteen, already. I just can't get enough of my writing. I wonder if I should make a career out of this hobby of mine. anyway, this headnote, right here, is just something to tell all of you, my readers, about this fanfiction of mine and just how many words the aforementioned chapter that this is really makes up. and a total of one-thousand-eight-hundred-forty-three words are the literary make-up of this fourteenth chapter of my own 'Frozen' fanfiction, 'Frozen Face Down: A Modern Take on Disney's Frozen 2013'. the number of words that make up this fourteenth chapter do not include this headnote, right here, nor do they include the words in the (mandatory) disclaimer which makes up the following paragraph after this headnote.
disclamation: I own none of the story of 'Frozen' except on Bluray and DVD. the ownership rights for the movie are due straight to the Walt Disney Studios Company down in little Los Angelos, California. they are down in Southern California. I live up in Northern California. no, I don't live in the San Francisco Bay Area. I live in Sacramento area, in a small yet alive city known locally as Citrus Heights. I know you're probably thinking I'm an orange farmer of some kind, but I'm not. I live the suburban lifestyle, and not rurally. anyway, I also barely own any of this entire fanfiction other than the original characters, such as Sitron Dukeson, based on Hans' horse whom Anna pet under the chin close to the start of the movie. the other original character is Freya Nigari, Anna's best high school friend who is just slightly like a gentle kitten who is slow and reluctant to warm up to people, but the way to her heart is through consideration for Anna. she's all about loyalty to friends. of course, some of this chapter is directly taken from another fanfiction on here by another blogger under the penname of classicdisneyFTW. then again, some of the words from this fanfiction are of my own creation, itself. I won't name which.
Later just after his tutoring session with both Anna and Freya, Kristoff could not help but notice the sun just poke itself out through the thick overcast that loomed over the sky that was above him. And right then and there, the rather anti-social blond initially figured that it was going to rain that day. 'Huh, that's weird,' Kristoff thought in his head. 'I could've sworn that it rains practically every single time I step outside for even another class. The story of my life. It looks like the weather's being a lot kinder to me today, though.' It was the truth about Kristoff. The weather practically hated him as much as most of the professors at Arendelle University had. For whatever reason, however, the sun had come out that day just to say 'hello' to him.
Kristoff reached his apartment, in record time for once in his life, unlocked the door, and entered the living space he shared with his brunet best friend since they were small children, Sven. In a single word to sum up the size of the apartment in which the two guys both lived, tiny truly was the only word for it. There was but one sofa, and it was covered in patches all over, which lay against the wall. There was also a dilapidated kitchen on the other side of the apartment. A blanket was being used for a window curtain, and Sven's sweatshirt was thrown in the middle of the floor. To put it bluntly, that was the unit that Kristoff and Sven called their home.
Kristoff then moved inside only to be greeted by the smell of his buddy, Sven's, sweatshirt on the ground. It was dirty, all right. The blond picked up the brunet's sweatshirt from off of the ground and folded it up. Kristoff was the housekeeper in his and Sven's apartment unit. Even if the place was practically a dump, the blond still tried his hardest to maintain it and keep it as neat as possible. Of course, Kristoff and his brunet roommate, Sven were the only ones who even lived in that apartment unit. In addition to the couch, the kitchen, and the crummy excuse for a window curtain that was the blanket covering said window, there was also only one bedroom with a bunk bed, a very creaky bunk bed, at that. Kristoff slept on the bottom. Every single night as he slept in his bed, the blond was scared to death that the poles in the bunk bed would one day give out on them both and his brunet roommate, Sven, would fall down atop of him and crush him flat.
That was when a shaggy, brown head of hair popped out into the living space from behind the bedroom door. "Oh, Kristoff. You're home." It was Sven, all right.
"Yeah, dude. I'm home, all right," Kristoff told his brunet best friend before holding out Sven's sweatshirt for him to see. "Now, what've I told you time and time again about just leaving your clothes and your other stuff in the middle of the floor?" the blond asked his shaggy brunet friend and roommate.
Needless to say, Sven just stepped out of their shared bedroom, feeling pretty sheepish about his own sweatshirt. "Sorry about that, Kristoff," the shaggy-haired brunet apologized to the almost-as-shaggy-haired blond. "Hey, at least this time, it wasn't like it was my backpack or anything with everything of my stuff in it, was it?" Sven asked Kristoff in reassurance.
Kristoff only thought that Sven was just lucky that the blond was surprisingly in too good a mood to deal with the brunet for leaving his sweatshirt in the middle of the floor where the blond could have easily tripped over it. "Whatever, dude," Kristoff told Sven. "Just_ please try not to let it happen again, this week at least, if you can help it," the shaggy blond finished lecturing the even shaggier brunet.
Needless to say, Sven took severe offense for Kristoff thinking that a week was the brunet's limit for being even slightly tidier than usual. "Hey, I can so keep myself from just throwing my stuff in the middle of the floor for longer than just a week. You'll see, dude," Sven responded back at his shaggy-haired blond friend, Kristoff.
Of course, Kristoff just wanted to let Sven know in just how good a mood he really was. "You're just lucky that for once in our lives together, I was in too good a mood to deal with you about leaving your stuff all over the place where we both live, by the way," the shaggy blond told the even shaggier brunet.
With that sort of line from his own friend, Sven finally caught onto Kristoff being in an unusually better mood than normal. "Oh!" the shaggy brunet said. "So, let's hear exactly what put you in a surprisingly better mood than the kind that you'd normally be in." Sven had clearly wanted all of the details from his slightly less shaggy blond friend, Kristoff.
Of course, Kristoff was not about to let Sven in on the fact that he was in a better than normal mood thanks to what happened to a guy like him for once on his way to their shared apartment unit back from his tutoring session. At least, the shaggy blond was not about to mention that the tutoring session was done with two girls. "If you gotta know that badly, it happened when I was walking home from that tutoring session I'd been recently assigned," the shaggy blond told his even shaggier brunet friend. "You know how the weather would always rain on my parade whenever I would step outside?" Sven just nodded at Kristoff's question about the weather always seeming to hate him as much as all the professors did for one reason or another. "Well, this once, the sun actually came out by the time I'd made it outside. Imagine that. The sun coming out for me, for once in my life." Obviously, Kristoff was exceedingly, yet surprisingly pleased with the way his day had gone the minute he stepped out of the tutoring session to which he was recently assigned for tutoring two girls having trouble with their math course.
Sven came up to Kristoff following his explanation about the way the weather treated him just for the day. "Speaking of which, how was your tutoring session this afternoon?" the shaggy brunet asked his slightly less shaggy blond friend. Kristoff only shrugged at Sven's question, not exactly wanting to tell him that he was tutoring two girls. Kristoff was almost always haunted by every last one of his memories of the way his own friend, Sven, would get around girls, particularly girls as pretty as Anna and Freya. "Well, I just hope you can stick with 'em this time, just the same way I'm gonna avoid throwing my stuff on the floor for a week and then some, just like we agreed on, dude," Sven finally finished.
The thing was that Sven had finished talking about all of it just long enough for Kristoff to respond, against the shaggy blond's better judgment. "I don't know," Kristoff answered Sven's suggestion about the shaggy blond practicing what he preached to the even shaggier brunet.
Sven's mouth suddenly formed an 'O' shape as the shaggy brunet sat down beside his blond friend, Kristoff. "That's sure different for you. You'd normally say, 'Not a chance.', right away in the past. I really think that you should stick with these guys if they don't repel you right away," Sven told Kristoff.
Kristoff just sighed in exasperated exhaustion. "Don't know. Maybe I will stick with both of them the way I hope you're gonna stick to your word about not throwing your junk on the floor all the time, even if it would only be for a week," the shaggy blond named Kristoff told his even shaggier brunet of an old friend, Sven.
Needless to say, the fact that Kristoff seemed to be sticking with the duo of his two newest tutees left Sven very proud of his shaggy blond friend. "Yes, yes, yes," the even shaggier brunet said to his roommate. "I think you should definitely stick with 'em. They'll be the first people that my dear friend doesn't hate right off the bat! It's practically a miracle! You like your two newest tutees! I've gotta meet 'em!" Sven was left excited at the very thought of meeting Kristoff's newest tutees.
Kristoff, however, just grew even more annoyed with his own roommate than ever before. "Please, Sven, I do not like either one of these girls I've been forced to tutor in Math," the shaggy-haired blond told the even shaggier-haired brunet. That was around when Kristoff realized that he had revealed to Sven that the blond was tutoring girls in Math and covered his mouth, unfortunately too late, though.
Of course naturally, Sven only grew all the more amused to find out that his friend, Kristoff, was tutoring girls. "Oh, so your tutees are chicks, are they?" Then again, Sven also thought that Kristoff could have been exaggerating the truth about his two tutees being girls. "Kristoff, how long have you and I known one another? probably since first grade, kindergarten, at youngest? I can tell when you're lying to me, dude." Of course, Sven did not completely think that Kristoff was lying to him. So, the brunet gave his blond friend the benefit of the doubt. "Unless, you really are tutoring chicks." That was when it suddenly dawned on Sven that Kristoff really was telling him the truth about his two tutees. "Come on, you gotta like at least one of 'em if they really are girls," Sven offered Kristoff to tell the brunet if there was that much to the blond's two lady tutees.
Of course, Kristoff was not about to let Sven get away with the non-stop teasing he knew was to come with having inadvertently revealed both of his tutees to be females. "Alright, alright. Ya caught me, Sven. They both kind of amused me," the shaggy-haired blond informed his even shaggier-haired brunet friend about the two ladies who had signed up to be tutored in Math by him.
Of course, Sven was quite less than sold on Kristoff's boring and totally bland line about the two ladies he was tutoring in their Math homework. "They amused you?" the brunet asked the blond.
Of course, Kristoff did not want to talk any further about the two girls he was tutoring in his sessions with them. So, the shaggy-haired blond decided to conclude with one final word to his even shaggier-haired brunet friend. "Yeah," he said.
Sven, however, was not about to let go of his conversation with Kristoff that easily. "Who are you? Shakespeare?" the brunet asked the blond.
Kristoff just frowned at Sven's continuous responses. "Look all I'm saying is that I think I'd like to give it another go around to see how I feel about the arrangement of tutoring them both before I make my final verdict," the shaggy-haired blond told the even shaggier-haired brunet.