(6) Wolves

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Sven races, top speed, up a narrow cliff, pulling the sled. Kristoff mans the reins, with Freya to his left and Anna to her left.

"Hang on! We like to go fast!" Kristoff tries to scare the girls. Kristoff and the sisters had exchanged names a while back.

"I like fast!" Anna says, leaning back and putting her feet up on the dashboard.

"Whoa, whoa! Get your feet down." Kristoff warns pushing her feet off. "This is fresh lacquer. Seriously, were you raised in a barn?"

Kristoff spits on the dash to clean it. The spit flies back and hits Anna & Freya in the face.

"Ugh! No, we were raised in a castle." Freya explains wiping the spit off her face.

"So tell me, what made the Queen go all ice-crazy?" Kristoff asks, genuinely interested.

"...Oh well, it was all my fault. I got engaged but then they freaked out-" Anna starts to admit pointing to Freya..

"Of course we freaked out! You'd only just met him that day!"

"Whatever. And she said she wouldn't bless the marriage-" Anna gets interrupted again.

"Wait. You got engaged to someone you just met that day?" Kristoff asks, surprised.

"See?"

"Yeah. Anyway, I got mad and so they got mad and then she tried to walk away, and I grabbed her glove-" Anna continues to explain.

"Hang on. You mean to tell me you got engaged to someone you just met that day?!" Kristoff asks, thinking she's crazy.

"Right?!"

"Yes. Pay attention. But the thing is they wore the gloves all the time, so I just thought, maybe they have a thing about dirt." Anna explains.

"Didn't your parents ever warn you about strangers?!" He asks.

The sisters eye Kristoff up and down, and slide away from him.

"Yes, they did.... But Hans is not a stranger."

"Oh yeah? What's his last name?" Freya asks.

Anna scoffs and answers,"...Of-the-Southern-Isles?"

"What's his favorite food?" Kristoff asks.

"Sandwiches."

"Best friend's name?" Freya asks.

"Probably John."

"Eye color." Kristoff asks.

"Dreamy."

"Foot size?" Freya asks.

"Foot size doesn't matter." Anna chuckles.

"Have you had a meal with him yet? What if you hate the way he eats? What if you hate the way he picks his nose?" Kristoff explains, Freya nodding along with him until he says the last bit.

"Picks his nose?" Freya asks questionaly.

"And eats it."

"Excuse me, sir. He's a prince." Anna says offended.

"All men do it."

"Ew. "

"So you're admitting you do it." Freya confronts Kristoff, smugly.

"Wha- No" Kristoff answers flustered.

"Uh huh sure." Freya says, not convinced.

"Look, it doesn't matter. It's true love." Anna announces.

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