One // He’s just a bit of a fixer-upper

[trollroyalty]

Who; Kristoff and Open, with parts for Elsa, Anna and Hans
What; Kristoff has arrived and technology is baffling also finding out who is here.
Where; The tribute center
When; Backdated to 7/31
Warnings/Notes; N/A?

He should have kicked up more of a fuss he thinks now. Sure, those white knights had seemed pretty threatening, definitely not people to mess with but now Kristoff is feeling a little ashamed of himself. Who knows, maybe he could have taken them and found his way out. But then there's the question of where he even is, Panem not a country he's ever heard of. It can't be that far from Arendelle though, he almost certain he wasn't out for that long. But it's such a strange place, and not just for this whole supposedly fight to the death business.

He leaves his communicator behind in the room they've given him, determined to get so actual answers that make sense. But it's only shortly into this all that he starts getting confused, the technology far beyond what he's used to. He pauses in the common area of District 2 to stare at the screens, jumping slightly when the screens start to move and. Oh. Oh, that was someone dying, he's sure of it even if the screen has moved on. Carefully he takes a step back, looking uneasy as he leaves.

And he spends the day wandering, looking around with a sort of confused amazement. Eventually he manages to get the courage to dash onto the elevator when another person gets in, though he's clearly out of his element, grip on the bar along the side tight. This is so very strange, and though he'd be loathe to admit it, it's terrifying.

Another notable place he can be found is the kitchen. It was an accident really, he had just pressed the little leaver on the silver box out of curiosity, jumping when the light clicked on and a whirring sound came out. But then, a little cube of ice falls out, and just to test it, Kristoff presses the lever again. And then he holds it down, ice dropping rapidly, bouncing off his hand to scatter across the floor, and yeah he is grinning a little, clearly excited by this at least. At least he is, until the ice runs out, Kristoff looking confused as he presses the button a few more times.

Anyone care to clue a technologically impaired kid in?

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[capitolprivilege]

Stephen stares, slack-jawed and disbelieving. "...there's a mechanism in the machine that freezes water," he finds himself explaining. Stephen runs a hand through his hair, leaving it a little fluffier than it was a moment ago, and sighs.

"...you've never seen a freezer before, have you." It's not a question. It's just resigned.

[trollroyalty]

"How?" He makes a little frustrated noise, staring at the lever again because it doesn't make sense. Water freezes when it's cold, but this room is nowhere near the cold needed. So how is the box doing it.

He looks up with a blink, staring dumbly at Stephan before he finally speaks, hesitant in everything. "....Is it like an icebox?" Because. He's seen that? He knows what that is.

[capitolprivilege]

Stephen can guess what one is.

"Sort of. If an icebox is what I think it is, this is basically an icebox that can refill itself."

[trollroyalty]

"Oh." And for a second Kristoff just has to stare at the icebox named freezer, frowning a little. An icebox that refills itself would mean people like him are... irrelevant, he supposes.

But just to check, he asks, glancing to Stephen again. "So you don't have ice harvesters?"

[capitolprivilege]

"...what's an ice harvester?"

That probably answers Kristoff's question.

[trollroyalty]

"...People who harvest ice to sell to villagers to put in their ice boxes to keep their foods fresher?"

Really Stephen, it's exactly what it says on the tin.

[capitolprivilege]

"My god. That's so..."

Rustic.

Provincial.

"...old-fashioned."

[trollroyalty]

He can't help but be a little insulted at the way the man says that, Kristoff's face twisting into a frown. That's his career man, his entire life even.

"Hey." Uh. Shit, he actually isn't sure how to come back at that one, and the frown deepens. "It's. It's honest work. You probably wouldn't be even able to do it, you probably wouldn't last a second before falling into a hole you just cut."

Yeah. Take that.

[capitolprivilege]

"Probably not," Stephen concedes. "But at least I can work a freezer without making a mess."

This argument was escalating quickly. Stephen knows he shouldn't argue back, and he's not even really angry, but backing down is harder than he thought it would be.