“Hang on! We like to go fast!” Kristoff shouted.
“I like fast!” Anna leans back and puts her feet up on the dashboard while Y/n glances at her.
“Whoa, whoa! Get your feet down.” Kristoff pushed her feet off. “This is fresh lacquer. Seriously, were you raised in a barn?” He spits on the dash to clean it. The spit flies back only hitting Anna.
“Ew. No, I was raised in a castle.” She wiped the spit off her face.
“So tell me, what made the King go all ice-crazy?” Y/n glanced at Anna who was nervously fidgeting with her fingers.
“Oh well, it was all my fault. I got engaged but then he freaked out because I'd only just met him, you know, that day. And he said he wouldn't bless the marriage-” Kristoff interrupted her.
“Wait. You got engaged to someone you just met?” Kristoff looked over to Y/n who nodded.
“Yeah. Anyway, I got mad, and so he got mad, and then he tried to walk away, and I grabbed his glove–” Kristoff interrupted her again.
“Hang on. You mean to tell me you got engaged to someone you just met?!”
“Yes. Pay attention. But the thing is he wore the gloves all the time, so I just thought, maybe he has a thing about dirt.” Anna ranted.
“Didn't your parents ever warn you about strangers?” Anna gazes at Kristoff before sliding closer to Y/n.
“Yes, they did… But Hans is not a stranger.” Anna smiled.
“Oh yeah? What's his last name?” Kristoff question.
“Of-the-Southern-Isles.” Anna answered confidently.
“What's his favorite food?” Y/n asked.
“...Sandwiches?” Anna answered not so confident.
“Anna, that's your favorite food.” Anna's ears turned red while Y/n and Kristoff chuckled.
“Best friend's name?”
“Proable John?”
“What is his eye color?”
“Dreamy!” Anna squealed.
“Foot size?”
“Foot size doesn't matter!”
“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 began.
“Picks his nose?” Anna asked.
“Yeah.” Kristoff nodded. “And eats it. I mean all men do it.”
“Excuse me, sir! He is a prince.”
“I don't think El would do that.” Kristoff looked over to Y/n.
“Look it doesn't matter, it's true love!” Anna protested.
“Doesn't sound like true love.” The two answered at the same time but Anna only heard Kristoff since Y/n whispered.
“Are some kind of love expert?”
“Not quite but I have friends that are,” Kristoff answered.
“You have friends who are love experts? Yeah, I'm not buying it.” Sven suddenly stopped walking; his ears perked up, which caught Y/n's attention.
“Stop talking,” Kristoff whispered to Anna who looked offended.
“No, no, no I'd like to meet these-” Y/n covered Anna's mouth.
