The Lost Princess

Chapter 6

"Shush," said a gruff voice from the woods.  "You'll attract the wolves."

"Who-who are you?" I stuttered.

The figure stepped into the light revealing a man of about six feet.  He had unruly blonde hair and dark eyes.  His wore a light green shirt and black jeans.  He had tied a magenta sash around his waist and wore black boots that came halfway up his calf. 

This rested most of my fears.  I still wasn't sure who this guy was, or about wolves, but at least he wouldn't eat me.

"It depends," he answered.  "Sometimes I'm 'that guy,' or 'the ice dude,' or 'reindeer freak,' or 'Anna's boyfriend,' but most people just call me Kristoff.  What are you doing all alone at this hour?"

"I should really be asking you the same thing," I replied.

"Well, unlike you, I'm not alone."

"Uh-huh," I said sarcastically, not believing him one bit.

"I have Sven."

"Sven?"

"Sven."

Out from the shadows another figure.  This one was about equal in height, but longer, much longer. It had four legs and spikes coming out of the head.  It stepped into the light to reveal a reindeer.

"Oh my gosh!" I shrieked.

"You're not actually afraid of a reindeer are you?" Kristoff asked.

Honestly, I was pretty afraid.  I had never seen such a large animal so close before.  It could easily bite off my nose in a matter of seconds.

Yet I was still able to stammer, “N-n-no.”

“Well good.”

I could see that the conversation was over, and I wanted to get away from this strange man.  So I started off on my way, following the path.

“Where are you going,” Kristoff asked?

“Nowhere.”  Everyone knows from an early age to never give personal information to strangers, so certainly I wasn’t going to tell him where I was going. Not like I even could if I wanted to, for even I had no idea where I was going.

“Well, then I guess you’re right, as absolutely nothing is that way,” he said as-a-matter-of-factly. 

Suddenly a shrill howl shattered the
silence, setting all of my nerves on edges.

“Well except of course the wolves,” he added.

“Wolves?”

“Yeah, what do you think that howl was?”

“Dogs?”

“You're not from around here are you?”

“Uh- no?”

“Thought so, Arendelle doesn't have dogs.”

“Really?  But they're so cute and fuzzy, and fluffy, and-”

“We have house dogs.  Where do you think we are?  Timbuck II?”

“So then that could be dog.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“What house dog would you hear at 2 o’clock in the morning?”

“Umm…”

“I thought so.”

Seeing that this conversation was over I turned around and walked away.  Again.