Kristoff gulped nervously as he searched the vacant and sleepy eyes that were boring into him. This had been his job for years, but why was it so difficult for him tonight? He had close connections to the Arendelle orphanage, and the children adored him and Sven, and once a year he would take the older children on a camping trip into the mountains he called home. Their trips only got more exciting once princess Anna and Olaf joined them, however "exciting" wasn't what Kristoff would call this trip.
Tonight the small group of seven wanted something new, something he had never done before.
After failing miserably his ginger girlfriend decided to give it a shot. He and Sven sat with the children, Olaf on the reindeers back with his wooden fingernails in his mouth.
"... just when the couple thought it was safe," Anna said in the spookiest voice she could muster, but only sounded like a young man going through puberty, "they turned around to see a black figure with a razor sharp HOOK!" She brandished a piece of a tree branch that was crudely shaped like a hook, shoving it in her audience's faces in the hopes of frightening them.
Unfortunately, aside from Olaf's comical screeching, the children remained silent as a graveyard.
"That's it?" One of the boys asked. "That wasn't even scary!"
"Yeah! I wasn't scared at all!"
"And she screams at everything!"
"I do not!"
The children started squabbling amongst themselves until Kristoff got up to settle them down. "Come on guys, it's just a silly ghost story."
Anna smacked him on his shoulder. "Hey I worked hard on that story. There was drama, action, horror—"
"Wait!" A young boy got her attention with his hand waving. "You mean that didn't even happen?"
Anna flushed and began sputtering. "W—well... I... me..."
"You said it was a true story!" Olaf folded his wooden arms over his chest. "I have never felt so betrayed." The group followed his example by folding their arms and shaking their heads.
"Oh come on! I included all the creepy stuff. Hook handed villains, creepy forests, strange sounds in the night—" as if on cue, branches began snapping in the distance.
The campsite fell silent, eyes wide and trained on the forest as more brush began to be disturbed.
"W—what was that?"
"Is it hook man?!"
"No, I made the story up!" Anna corralled the children. "It's okay! Kristoff can handle it."
"I can?" Sven smacked him with his horns. "I mean, erm," he whined, but the forest continued to come alive followed by the sounds of footsteps coming towards them.
"It's okay Kristoff! We're right behind you!" Olaf, along with the others who had cowered behind Anna, gave a thumbs up, but wasn't able to ease the mountain man's nerves.
The footsteps got closer and louder, Kristoff and Sven getting into ridiculous fighting poses in an attempt to seem as if they knew what they were doing, but still stood on shaking knees. Finally the footsteps crescendoed, Kristoff and Sven yelling as they pounced on the intruders. Their screams created a chain reaction of commotion from the camp, and worsened when both were tossed back by whatever had come upon their camp.
"Hey, hey whoa it's just us!" The terror began to subside when queen Elsa emerged from the shadows, at her side was the Dragon Knight, Drake Daniels.
