kristoff is an open book

The Kindergarten Series - 4. The Bet

Words - 1028

Rated - K 

A series of one-shots centered on kindergarten teacher Ms. Anna Lail and gym teacher Mr. Kristoff Bjorman.

Previous one-shots – 1 2 3

     Anna found herself whistling to a merry tune as she walked down the hallway towards her classroom, her arms piled with books for her little classroom library. The first official week of school was over and Anna never felt more relieved and happy. Now there was the rest of the year to get through.

      Stopping in front of her door, Anna smiled and looked down at her high pile. Even though she already had plenty of books in her classroom, Anna knew that there could never be too many. Which was why she ended up buying a dozen children’s’ books at the local library’s book drive the day before.

      With the books perched on her palm, Anna turned to her bag and began to rummage around for her keys when she suddenly heard a set of oncoming footsteps.

      “Need some help?”

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The Mirror of Erised, a Frozen FanFic

Characters: Kristoff, Anna
Rating: K
WC: 3,180
Summary: A Harry Potter au, based off of this otpprompt: Your OTP goes to the Mirror of Erised once a year. Person A sees themselves as the Quidditch Captain, really popular, etc. Person B says they see themselves as head boy/girl with perfect grades. This is all the same until sixth year, where Person A sees Person B kissing them…

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I wrote a bit for the ‘author of book gets seated next to someone reading their book and making entertaining faces at each scene au’. Anna is the author and Kristoff is the reader. It is really short but I hope you like it.


Anna sat in the window seat, staring out the glass, waiting for the other passengers to board the plane.

“Is this seat taken?” She heard a male voice ask.

She looked up. There was a man in the aisle waiting for her reply. He was tall and handsome with sandy blonde hair and brown eyes that twinkled as he smiled down at her. She smiled back.

“No. It’s not. You may sit.”

“Thank you.”

He stowed his carry-on in the compartment above and sat down in the seat next to her with a book in his hands. Anna glanced at it and then did a double take. It was her book! A hardback copy of her latest novel. He noticed her staring and held it up.

“Have you read it? I found in the airport bookstore while I was waiting and thought it sounded interesting. It has actually been pretty good so far…”

He was interrupted by the flight attendant coming on over the intercom.

Soon their flight was underway and the man opened the book to read. Bored of staring out the window at white clouds, Anna turned her attention to her temporary traveling companion and found him thoroughly absorbed in the book. As she watched, his stare became intense and his brows drew together. She glanced at the book and only had to read a few lines to know what scene he was on. And so he became her entertainment for the flight as his expression changed with new scene. She more than once had to bite her lip to keep from laughing out loud.

The plane landed at the airport. Kristoff shut the book reluctantly. He stood and grabbed his carry-on from the overhead compartment and then blocked the aisle so the pretty redhead that had been sitting beside him could go first.

“After you, miss,” he said with a slight bow.

“Thank you very much, sir.” She smiled up at him with amusement dancing in her blue eyes.

As he followed her off the plane, someone bumped into him. His grip on his book loosened and it slipped from its paper cover. After picking up the book, he was putting the cover back on it when he saw the picture of the author on the inside flap and paused. She looked familiar. His head wiped up when he realized and he looked around for the redhead. He spotted her down the hall, heading for the baggage claim. He hurried after her.

“Anna!” he called when he got closer.

She stopped and turned around.

“Anna Arendelle?” he asked.


“This Anna Arendelle?” he asked again, holding up the book.

She glanced at it and smiled. “Yes.”

He laughed. “Wow. I never thought I would meet the author of such a good book. Would…” He suddenly became hesitant. “Would you mind signing my copy?”

Her smile broadened. “Of course.”

She pulled a pen from her purse as she accepted the book from him.

“What is your name?” she asked as opened the front of the book.

“Kristoff. Kristoff Bjorgman.”

Anna was taking longer than just signing her name but when Kristoff tried to look she turned the book away so he could not see what she was writing. When she was finally done, she shut the book and handed it back to him.

“It was nice meeting you, Kristoff,” she said with a smile.

“It was nice meeting you too, Anna.” He smiled back.

He watched her walking away until she disappeared in the crowd. Then he opened the book to see what she wrote.

‘Dear Kristoff, thank you for entertaining me during the flight with your adorable faces as you read this book. Perhaps we could discuss the story over coffee sometime? Anna.’ And beneath her name she left her number.

Blushing slightly, Kristoff smiled to himself. Perhaps they could.



i need more of it now.