"I honestly don't understand it! What's wrong with her? Why can't she see he's a douchebad?!" Kristoff exclaims, pacing back and forth on his living room. His best friend, Sven, sits on the couch, nodding along with his rant while eating popcorn.
"I mean, after he fucking slapped her! I thought she had finally seen his true side!" he continues, waving his arms around in frustration "But no, he shows up at her doorstep with some flowers and some lame bullshit and she falls right back into his arms again! How can she be so… so… so naive!"
"Kristoff-" Sven attempts to speak, but Kristoff pays him no mind and keeps walking around.
"No, no, let's just blame it all on me for punching the fucker in the face! He deserved that! Don't you think he deserved that?" he asks Sven, stopping in the middle of the living room and looking at said person expectantly. Sven nods, a knowing smirk on his lips.
"I mean" Kristoff starts again, sitting down on the couch at last, "how can she decide to get away from me like that?" his voice is low, sad.
Sven's smirk turns into a frown upon seeing his best friend's agonized expression. He knows how much it pains Kristoff to see Anna in such a situation. To be honest, it pains him too.
"Are you done?" he asks.
Clearing his throat, Kristoff nods, leaning back on the couch "Yeah… I'm done"
They stay quiet for a few moments until Kristoff speaks up again "So? Don't you have anything to say? You stayed quiet throughout my rant… that's unusual for you"
Sven's mouth drops open, as he stares at Kristoff with disbelief. "Are you serious? I tried to say something, but you ignored me!"
Kristoff smiles with guilt, shrugging his shoulders "Oops"
"Besides, there's not much to say. I've already been through the 'Oh my God. You're in love with her' part-"
"I'm not-"
"If you try to deny it, I'll kick you in the gut" Sven answers simply. That makes Kristoff shut up. "I think it's time for you to tell her. It's been too long. If you wait any longer, you might lose her"
Kristoff looks down, pondering his best friend's words. Massaging his temples softly, he sighs and replies with a: "I think I already have"
