i want you all to know that i have reached the part where i am writing (if not posting, yet) the elsanna moments. they're coming up~! :) and, guess who's back to their regular thursday post schedule? enjoy!

Kristoff is awake, because it's only early evening in the States. He answers, a little breathless, and you have the absurd idea that he's been jogging.

Not so absurd when he says that he has.

"Oh my God, Kristoff Bjorgman, doing running?" you ask, humour infecting your voice.

He grumbles, but there's no bite to his tone when he says, "There's nothing wrong with taking care of yourself. Gotta do it for the health, Anna."

"Righttt," you say, tone light. "Doing it for the health. Not for any other reason, then?" He doesn't answer, and his silence tells you more than words ever could. You laugh. "I wanna hear all the deets one of these days," you say.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Anyway, enough about me," he says, slowly catching his breath back. "Tell me about Norway? Is it cold? Have you eaten something gross yet?"

"No, and no. Though, Elsa is..."

"... Disgusting?"

That gets you laughing, and unglamorous snort shooting out your nose. "No, she's... actually pretty amazing. I mean cold. She's a bit... I dunno. It's hard to explain."

"Well, have you taken many photos yet?"

"Nah. Haven't had a chance to go sightseeing. But, I'm free tomorrow morning so maybe I could do it then? What's there to do in Oslo?"

You can practically hear his shrug when he says, "I dunno. Google it."

According to Google, there's actually plenty to do. There's a zoo, and some museums and art galleries. A few more historical sites and stuff. You're actually a little spoiled for choice, now that you're looking into it.

"What do you think I should do?" you asked, after reading out the list. Kristoff gives a hum.

"Probably something that you can only do there. Also, something with a gift shop. I expect an awesome gift, Miss Adventurer." You smile.

"Should I buy something for your bee-eff?" you ask. He gives a laugh. That's a good sign!

"Only if you can smuggle a reindeer here. Or a Norwegian mountain cat. He loves animals."

Your bottom lip sticks out in thought. "But you hate animals. How did you even meet this dude?"

"Hey, I don't hate animals! I just... never found one that liked me back. And anyway, we're talking about you here, not me."

"You win this time, Bjor—" your words are interrupted by a yawn, and oh yeah, you were up early and only had a little nap in the car.

"Sounds like it's bedtime," he says. And usually you'd probably fight him on this, but you do want to be up early enough to actually do something fun.

"Ugh, alright, spoilsport. I'll try and ring tomorrow?"

"Yeah, okay. I'll talk to you then."

You say your farewells and hang up. You have to go and have a shower, but it relaxes you much more effectively than anything else could have. Then it's medicine and peeing and making sure the light is out before you get into bed. You've done that before.

It's not long past 9 by the time you're ready for sleep, but despite your earlier exhaustion, it doesn't come easily. Your mind wanders to Elsa; who would she be meeting, to get dressed up like that? What sort of meeting takes place this late, at such an expensive hotel.

Was it... that guy from earlier?

As soon as you think that thought, you brush it to the side. She was definitely not interested in him.

You fall asleep wondering.