Kristoff & Open
Kristoff lumbered his way around the lounge with some kind of ale in hand, not that he really wanted to be drinking but it seemed like everyone had a glass in hand when they were here. And he wanted to fit in, even if, all these weeks later, none of this felt like home or even comfortable for him.
He still needed to find something to do, he realized. There was no need for someone to harvest ice here, and that was pretty much all that he knew how to do. Maybe, he thought, he might be able to meet someone here to talk to that might be able to make him consider what he could do to keep busy.