A thin trail of ice betrayed Elsa's path. A sudden chill fell upon the summer air. "She cursed us!" cried an angry villager. "After her!" Anna watched hopelessly as the mob tracked her sister. Then, she clambered aboard her horse, determined to find Elsa before they did. Anna needed a guide, someone to help her discover Elsa's path. So she headed to the one place she knew she could find one: the ice trader's post. Anna was not prepared for the sudden transit from a quiet courtyard to a rowdy inn. Unsure how to ask, and knowing there was no time to spare, the princess tackled the problem characteristically-head on. "Hi, sir, I need to find my sister..." "Do you guide people places?" "Seen any trails of ice lately?" Finally, she found one odd duck, a blond guy named Kristoff. It was kind of weird how he shared carrots with his reindeer, but Anna, at this point, was desperate. Kristoff had seen the ice path, and Sven the reindeer could ride like the wind, allegedly. So the pair clambered aboard the sled and began to race. At first, Anna tried to make awkward attempts at conversation to no avail. Kristoff was only doing this for the reward of indefinite proportions that Anna had promised him. If she had to sell the castle silverware, so be it. Not like anyone used it. Finally, they discovered the long, snaking trail leading up North Mountain. "I can get us there faster." Anna's guide remarked. "Well, do it! I'm not letting my sister get executed by a crowd of wackos just because ice comes out of her hands!" "What? Ice comes out of her hands? What?" "Do you live at the bottom of a hole?" "Mount Novel. Same difference. So what's this about ice powers?" An incredulous Anna explained her dilemma as Sven sprinted up the mountain. Finally, the ice trail ended. Kristoff glanced down the slope. "Looks like you have a few minutes before the angry mob gets here." Anna threw a sack of coins at him, and the mountain man and his reindeer departed. Suddenly, she saw Elsa, obviously trying to hold in her powers. Since Anna didn't see any frozen trees around her, Elsa was pretty successful. "Look, Elsa, it's okay. We can go back to Arendelle and-" "No. No, we can't. Just...let me leave. I'll go. You can be the queen. I'm sorry, Anna, but I'm not safe to be around. This is where we part. Farewell." "Elsa!" But Elsa was pointing down the mountain. "I have to go. Goodbye, Anna." Anna followed Elsa's gaze. The crowd was getting closer and closer. "Wait, Elsa!" And Anna grabbed her sister's glove.