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

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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And then there's Hans. It's Anna who tells him Hans is here and what he's been up to, and Kristoff can feel his blood boil. He likes to think he's a fairly reasonable guy, if albiet grumpy, yes, but still reasonable. But it's people like Hans who make him think on his usual feelings towards human. Hans is a prime example of people in so many cases.

It's a sense of protectiveness that makes him hunt the Prince down. He hadn't been able to get to him in time to stop Anna from catching the blow of his sword as she froze, and he had respected Anna's desire to be the one to hit Hans. But he's going to make it clear to Hans, here and now that he's not to come near or interfere at all with Elsa and Anna.

And it's pretty clear what he intends to do as he storms up to Hans, cold anger in his eyes, fingers balled into loose fists.

"You."

Often, Hans wonders how long it will be until they bring in Kristoff. The Capitol primes them for personal drama, and what could be more dramatic than bringing in the New Man in Anna's life? It's an insufferable triangle he'd dearly love to be without whilst he also vehemently denies any part of him that feels like he might miss either of the Arendelle sisters. It's better this way, he's freer this way.

Or he was, at least. He watches Kristoff approach and he stops in his tracks, glancing idly behind him as if weighing the pros and cons of dashing off. There's only so long he can avoid this altercation without drawing suspicion, so he holds his ground.

"If you intend on hitting me, you should know that they observe us." He gestures a hand upward. "Should they feel the need to intervene in a fight, they won't hesitate to punish us both, and you've got more to lose from that." He's bringing out the big guns fast, but he wants to nip this in the bud before he winds up with an ugly bruise.

He's glad Hans doesn't run. It makes it easier, because Kristoff would have chased him if he had. Would have chased and tackled if he had needed to, because he's not letting Hans go until he's sure the man understands the threat.

"I don't care," and he doesn't, not as much as he should. His only concern here is Anna, and Kristoff is levelheaded enough to keep his temper in check for her. So it's not entirely true, but Hans doesn't need to know that. "You'd be punished too, you say, so maybe you shouldn't give me a reason to hit you."

"Stay away from Anna and Queen Elsa, understand?" He'll get right to the point, even as he steps in closer, using everything he has to loom over Hans and remind him which one of them seems to be the more physically stronger one.

"They might." He gives his shoulders a graceful shrug, but he doesn't look particularly worried. "They know me better than you, that and I'm a victor and a mentor, of course. Titles mean so much more around here." He tries to keep the sharp edge of his voice hidden when he talks, considering he has no idea who could be listening in.

"I have no interest in either of them." He says curtly, the sharp edge finding it's way back regardless of how much he tries to hide it. "And I have no interest in you, for that matter. It was a bold move charging up to me as if you have any real idea how life works here, if you're always that brash you'll be nothing more than a danger to both of them." He glances boredly to the side, as if he doesn't feel any attachment to the conversation.

Kristoff just shrugs at that because really. He doesn't care. Not when Hans is practically radiating smugness. Kristoff likes to think he's not a fighter, but gods how he just wants to punch Hans right in his face. Maybe it'll make him show who he really is, Kristoff aware enough that he's putting up a facade.

"Good. Keep it like that." He's still seething, and he still doesn't trust anything that comes out of Hans' mouth but at least now Hans has said it. Going back on those words after this gives Kristoff more than enough clearance to do what he needs to if he ever needs to. "I don't care what you say, you just stay away from all 3 of us, especially the Queen, or else."

Yes, Anna may have told him one or two things.

Hans feels indignant already, he doesn't like being told what to do by a low-life like Kristoff. It makes his temper flare ever so slightly, but he needs to keep his cool to have the upper hand. He resists the urge to roll his eyes and instead just gives the bigger man a flat look for his trouble.

"It would be my pleasure, no, my honor to avoid all of you. Honestly. All of you are far more trouble than you're worth." He's a little more scathing than he should be, but he can't help himself. "Is that all you wanted to hear?"

The flat look gets the same frown as before, Kristoff's brow furrowing a touch more. He can tell how much Hans doesn't actually care, and really that just makes it worse. If the man showed some sort of remorse, or even better, some sort of fear Kristoff thinks he might calm down. But this scathing tone only keeps the anger in his veins bubbling.

"It's a start," he says, biting back everything else he'd like to say. "But lets see how well you can keep those words huh. You've already shown what your words are worth."

All the same he straightens up, well aware of the height he has on Hans and gives a little jerk of his chin as if he's giving his permission for Hans to go.

Kristoff played his cards too early for someone like Hans, but he expect no less. He knew exactly what the other man wanted when he charged up to him like that. It does his pride damage to give it to him so willingly, but he'll be better for it. Better to rip that bandage off now than face the consequences of being needlessly stubborn later.

"Only time can tell." He says agreeably, knowing his compliance isn't what Kristoff necessarily wants. He won't waste time selling Kristoff a story he won't believe, but he will draw himself up ever so slightly at that motion to move. He turns his nose up just that little bit as he turns, still tense and wary over the possibility of something like a shoulder grab or sneak attack. Well. As sneaky as Kristoff gets, anyway.

If anything, Hans' compliance just makes his blood boil a little more. Ugh. What he would give for an excuse to just hit the man. He half hopes the man will be provoked by Kristoff's disregard of their differences in standing, will saying something that Kristoff can claim as a defence to hitting him. Repeatedly hopefully.

Instead Hans just turns away and Kristoff forces his temper to heel, fists clenched as he watches the Prince leave. Time will tell. And Kristoff will be the one keeping an eye on him to make sure of that.

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