"His name is Kristoff. Kristoff Bjorgman." spoke the massive man.

The blonde baby in his arms barely stirred at the sound, the icy air barely reaching him through the furs surrounding him.

"Why do you bring him here?" asked the fair woman at the door.

"His mother is… dead, and his father is yet to be found." He answered. The boy was then promptly put in the woman's arms without another word.

"Wait, aren't you the boy's uncle?" questioned the woman.

The man left without another word.

"His name is Kristoff. Kristoff Bjorgman." spoke the orphanage caretaker.

The blonde boy behind her hugged his reindeer, Sven, tightly. He attempted to look at the white scenery behind the huge men. The looked displease, to say the least, to be saddled with the responsibility of taking care of such a small child on the ice. He would require constant supervision, as he couldn't be left to just run around alone on the ice.

"Why are we being give the boy?" spoke a teenaged boy.

"The boy is always outside avoiding social interaction. He speaks to the reindeer as though it is his brother, and shares all his meals with him. He also only eats carrots and the way he shares them with his is disgusting. He will fit in quite fine here, instead of with children." answered the worker in a curt way, with humor seeping in at the last sentence.

"I teach the lad", bellowed a robust ice worker.

Boy and caretaker smiled a like.

"His name is Kristoff. Kristoff Bjorgman." spoke the robust man to the castle guard.

"He was supposed to be working with Fred. Apparently Fred thought he was supposed to be working with Alfred. The crew didn't notice he was missing 'till the sun went down. He must have wondered off into the woods. Can you please help us find him?" explained the caretaker.

"We will do our best madam, but a storm just came through the North Mountain. I am sorry but it may be too late for us to…"told the guard.

The fair caretaker interrupted the guard's words with a cry. She grabbed hold of the man as she sobbed at the supposed death of the lad. The guard could have sworn that the robust man shed a few tears of his own.

He desperately hoped that the boy would be found.

"His name is Kristoff. Kristoff Bjorgman", gossiped the seller in the palace square to the massive man buying her merchandise.

The man stood there, watching the Princess and her suitor at the vegetable stand. He also watched the suitor's reindeer share his carrots in the infamous, disgusting way; he always did with his rider in a disturbing, familiar fashion.

"He is rumored to have been raised first by iceman, then trolls! Can you believe such a tale?"

A smile spread across the massive man's robust face. He started to walk home in a trancelike state, to tell his fair wife the good news.

"I can mam. I most certainly can.