[Oh, the pains of an internal monologue never quite being external. They shall just have to become telepaths and prance off into the sunset together.
Er.]
Help?
[Kristoff blinks. This is a thing that happens frequently, being natural and all, but this time it is quite distinct and linked to... shock? Awe? Strange suspicion? Nothing against Hans, but helping Anna did ruin his sled and he's not sure he has the heart to ruin someone else's sled for the sake of Sven.]
Uh, sure. Help. [What harm could it do? Relax, Kristoff, this is a human thing. Helping. Right.] Maybe if we got some carrots. [A thoughtful rumination that, but then it occurs to him that, yes, he is quite new.]
And new is definitely a thing. New and... [Oh man, deep breath. Man up.] Completely out my depth. And job. [A gesture to the snow around them. SOB, how's he going to make a living with all this ice.] I know ice and reindeer, not giant turtles. [And his name. Honest.] Kristoff. [This is probably where they should shake hands. Huh. HOW DOES SOCIAL GRACES.]
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Help?
[Kristoff blinks. This is a thing that happens frequently, being natural and all, but this time it is quite distinct and linked to... shock? Awe? Strange suspicion? Nothing against Hans, but helping Anna did ruin his sled and he's not sure he has the heart to ruin someone else's sled for the sake of Sven.]
Uh, sure. Help. [What harm could it do? Relax, Kristoff, this is a human thing. Helping. Right.] Maybe if we got some carrots. [A thoughtful rumination that, but then it occurs to him that, yes, he is quite new.]
And new is definitely a thing. New and... [Oh man, deep breath. Man up.] Completely out my depth. And job. [A gesture to the snow around them. SOB, how's he going to make a living with all this ice.] I know ice and reindeer, not giant turtles. [And his name. Honest.] Kristoff. [This is probably where they should shake hands. Huh. HOW DOES SOCIAL GRACES.]