Kristoff was skeptical about a couple of points. He didn't know about reaching "Arendelle in winter" weather, and he didn't know about Anna being up and about at six in the morning. Sure enough, though, he opened the door at that little knock to find the princess bright eyed and bushy tailed, as the saying went.

"Well. Good morning," he started, sounding mildly impressed. He shrugged his bag (containing his warmer clothes and maybe a Christmas present or two) further up onto his shoulder and stepped out onto the stoop, locking the door behind him. He then started off towards the side of the house, where he'd managed to set up his reindeer. "C'mon. Let's drag poor Sven out of bed."

Not all that difficult a task, really. With Anna's presence and an offered carrot for breakfast, they were all ready to go. Now it was just a matter or what they were meant to do, exactly. Might as well start there, right?

"So... What're we doing, exactly?"

Sven was set up in as fine an icy stable as Kristoff could manage to maintain. It was a single stall built of plain planks with an awning stretching for some feet beyond the roof to provide a good amount of shade even as the sun moved. The ice most often came from the grocery store, a couple of bags dropped into a trough, which simply provided water as they melted. When summer came, he'd have to see about getting Elsa to coat the walls more often. As it stood, the weather wasn't so bad as all that.

Kristoff grimaced at the carrots, because... "What? What's wrong with them?" It wasn't as if he thought Anna would buy bad carrots. They just looked funny. Sven even looked a little skeptical as Kristoff took the bag and opened it, right up until the (former?) ice harvester took an experimental bite of the first carrot he'd pulled out. The final verdict was a shrug and a smile as he passed the root vegetable to his animal friend, who gleefully started munching away. The first one finished, the beast paused to nuzzle at Anna in enthusiastic thanks before turning to beg for another treat. With a mock look of disapproval, Kristoff handed one over.

"Yeah," he answered her question as he shrugged his bag off of his shoulder, depositing the bag of carrots inside. More for later, you know. He seemed to check through his things, but he paused in zipping the bag back up. "Um... Do you want your present now or later?"

"I wouldn't have asked if now wasn't fine," he said good-humoredly, digging through his bag. After a moment, he produced a small box, flat and rectangular, that he hadn't bothered to wrap. The box was concealing enough in itself, right? As he passed it forward to her, his pro-quipping attitude seemed to have been replaced by a sudden self-consciousness. He'd decided on combining a nice gesture with symbolism and, in that sense, the gift was something of a loaded one.

It started off simply enough. The box contained a simple chain and pendant, displaying a small depiction of a crocus. He tried not to watch her open it too closely, continuing to shift idly through his pack. It was probably self-explanatory, but in order to help provide a lead-up... "I thought, you know, since crocuses are part of Arendelle's sigil, and that's... Well, I guess it's basically a symbol for your family, right? And it was pretty."

The tougher part, though... He handed her another box, smaller, lips pressed together in nerves but trying to quirk into an easy smile. "And this is just... If you want, it'll fit on the chain, too."

The second box contained a pendant shaped like an antler, which was the closest thing Kristoff could figure to a simple symbol that could represent him, having never had a family sigil or anything like that. That one, he'd rather wait for a reaction to, rather than trying to sputter out an explanation. As anticlimactic as it might be, it was both an attempt at a confession and a question. To say he liked Anna was an understatement, though he was a little frightened of finding the correct words, and... Well. If she felt similarly, he was of the opinion that they ought to start doing something about it. That, and Karen had warned him that she might lose interest if he failed to act completely.

So. There you go. Action. For his part, Kristoff was still avoiding looking too closely at her, instead watching Sven's hooves as the deer shuffled, both awaiting either approval or denial.

At mention of Wandering Oaken's, Kristoff was tempted for a moment to wonder how much wandering the guy had really done or to inform Anna of the fact that he was probably going to resell her things upon the first available opportunity. He might still be a little miffed at the guy. All of that was cut off when she launched herself at him, though, and he almost dropped his pack in trying to catch her weight and keep them both upright.

Then there was the second hug, easier to physically handle, and... He'd never been kissed before, even on the cheek, at least if one didn't count his long-dead parents or Bulda. He wasn't at all sure of what to do with it, but he could feel his face go at least slightly red, and his gaze might have lingered on her lips a beat too long while she asked her question.

He snapped out of it, though, smiling quick and nervous. "Y-yeah," he answered. "Of course." And he took the necklace from her carefully, taking a try or two at fastening the thing before he actually managed it. Beside him, Sven snorted in amusement, and Kristoff frowned at his longtime friend over Anna's shoulder. He did managed it eventually, though.

"There you go."

"Right," Kristoff echoed, reaching over once again to scratch at Sven's chin before Anna takes his hand. Kristoff followed easily, curling his hand around hers in return, and Sven followed after Kristoff.

When the question of the scooter came up, Kristoff didn't have to think long on an answer. "I think walking would be better. Even in winter, it's pretty warm for Sven, and I don't know if he should run if it's not necessary. He'll get too hot."

She was right in that it wasn't too long of a walk, though, and they could accomplish it hand-in-hand, which was sort of nice. That, plus the added bonus of his not having to balance awkwardly on Anna's weird little vehicle of choice.