Kristoff whistled as he deposited his punch card in the designated slot, but his boss Olaf caught him just before he reached the door.
"Off to work on the Harvest Day float?" Olaf, a short and stout man, balding with just a small bit of dark hair on top combed over to hide his age, slapped him on the back. Kristoff was at least a foot taller than him, but Olaf's strong handshakes and pats on the back commanded respect.
"Uh-huh," Kristoff's smile grew. He loved his job delivering ice for The Ice Life, but he would have gladly given it up to work on the float for the Arendelle Harvest Day Parade full time.
"Any chance I could get a sneak peak? I am paying for it after all."
"What's the fun in that?"
Olaf's eyes twinkled. "Speaking of fun… um… I was wondering if you could do me a favor…"
Before he had a chance to continue, an overly energetic woman ran into the room and tugged on Olaf's arm.
"Come on, Uncle Olaf! You promised we could go to the grocery store when you're done with work! It's 5:01! Let's go while the sky's still awake!"
Kristoff's face dropped a little. How could anyone possibly have so much enthusiasm for the grocery store? She acted as though she was 15, but she looked as womanly as 25. Kristoff really had trouble reconciling the contrast.
"Oh, Kristoff, this is my niece, Anna. She's in town for Harvest Day."
"Hi, Anna, nice to m-"
"Hi, Kristoff! I'm looking forward to working on the Harvest Day float with you! It just sounds so exciting and I have so many ideas!"
Kristoff's mouth opened but he couldn't find the words to come out.
"Mmmm, bye, Kristoff! See you tomorrow!" Anna tossed her hair and giggled as she eagerly led her uncle to what would probably be a very tiresome outing.
Kristoff stood still for a moment, not fully comprehending what just happened. As cute as Anna was, he did not want her to have anything to do with the float. It was clear that Olaf was just trying to keep her occupied.
Kristoff opened his garage when he got home so he could get to work, but the most work he did was setting up his folding chair and lifting a beer to his lips.
"Hey, Kris, you got one of those for me?" asked his neighbor, Sven.
Sven popped the top of his beer and set up another folding chair close to Kristoff's.
"Did you get fired?" he asked.
"No."
"Car stolen?"
Kristoff scoffed. "It's parked right there, in front of my house!"
"Hmmm. Find out reindeer can actually speak for themselves?"
"What? No! What's this about?"
"You tell me, buddy. Why the long face?"
Kristoff sighed and explained the situation to Sven and how little he wanted any help from anyone, much less his boss' hyperactive niece.
"She cute?" asked Sven with waggling eyebrows.
Kristoff remembered the flirtatious smile connecting the freckles on one cheek with the youthful rouge on the other. He blinked his eyes a few times, not wanting to give himself away.
Sven laughed and slapped his leg. "You really need to work on your poker face, you know that?"
Kristoff popped another beer open and started making a mental list of everything he still had to do on the float. Anna's shiny red hair tossed so effortlessly behind her shoulder interrupted so he started over. Then the cute way she batted her eyelashes at him when she first noticed him interrupted again. The parade was less than a week away, and now he'd wasted a whole afternoon and evening thinking about his boss' niece. He only had 4 more days until the parade, and one of them was a work day, so he really only had 3 days. And now Anna was going to be working with him? He was sure she was going to ruin everything, and worse than that, he was probably going to let her. This float meant too much for him to let that happen, but he didn't see what he could do about it.
It started in the car, her chattering non-stop, taking control of the radio, touching every surface of the car. This is why he didn't want to drive her to his house. But Olaf insisted because he was supposedly snowed under with paperwork. She really was the most annoying woman Kristoff had ever met. That is, until he turned his head to tell her to leave the radio alone and was arrested by her eyes, the wind knocked out of him.
He gripped the steering wheel tightly, a small shiver threatened to take over as Anna's arm had been in such close proximity to his. He relaxed when she finally backed away from the radio.
"I'm sorry, Kristoff," she pouted.
"It's…" he shook his head and sighed. "What kind of music do you like?"
"Disco!"
Kristoff sighed again and tuned the radio to the oldies station. Anna clapped her hands and immediately started singing along. At least she had a decent voice and she wasn't reaching over to change the station anymore.
When they got to his house, Anna slammed the car door and Kristoff cringed. He had just finished paying it off, and he didn't need any maintenance costs to replace his car payments because Anna didn't know how to be a polite passenger.
She raced ahead to the front door, which gave Kristoff a chance to notice all the parts of her he hadn't noticed when her eyes were flickering in his direction. Like how her hair bounced against her shoulders, and how much he liked those pants. He shook his head and reached around her to open the door. She didn't move out of the way and Kristoff's heart pounded. Then she turned to him suddenly with her mouth open to speak and he dropped the keys. They both reached for them and Kristoff bumped his head on the doorknob when he stood.
"Oh! Are you ok?" Her concern might have meant more to him if she weren't the reason he hit his head in the first place. He waited until she ran inside before touching the part that hurt and breathing through the pain.
Kristoff opened the garage door before Anna had time to touch everything in the living room. She put down whatever she was holding and skipped behind him. The first thing Kristoff did was grab a beer.
"Oooh! Beer? Can I have one?" she said as she popped one open without Kristoff's permission.
"Sure," he said, not knowing what else he could say. "Wait, are you even old enough to drink?"
"Oh, Kristoff!" She smiled mischievously and winked. She was doing a great job of raising his blood pressure.
"So, what are we doing here, boss?" she asked as she took a long sip. It took Kristoff by surprise because she wasn't being sarcastic or teasing him. They both knew she was the boss, and it wasn't because her uncle signs his paycheck. But her calling him "boss" like that made him feel like she respected him, and it felt damn good coming from her for some reason. He tucked in his lips to prevent the smile he didn't want her to see.
"Kristoff, this is amazing! You did this all by yourself?" Her fawning over all of Kristoff's agonizing decisions seemed to be a constructive use of her energies, even if she was overly generous. He felt embarrassed by such a positive review, but he also didn't want her to stop.
"Well, my grandfather helped with the design…" He hadn't meant to tell her about Grand Pabbie, such a personal detail, but she had him totally disarmed.
Kristoff followed her long and pointed fingernails colored in alternate shades of plum purple and reddish orange as she ran them over the house frame that made up one side of the float. He'd noticed them before but hadn't really had a chance to look at them more closely. His attention shifted up her hands and the large mood ring on her pointer finger, which didn't bother him as much as it should have. He was too busy wondering what her shoulders looked like underneath that sweater. He hoped she was too preoccupied with some other detail on the float to notice his jealousy of all the freckles he imagined clinging to those curves. As though teasing him, Anna tossed her hair, revealing a dusting of freckles at the base of her neck.
Kristoff immediately turned away from her and started tinkering on the small wall at the back of the float made of moss covered foam boulders that didn't need to be fixed, and ended up knocking one of the boulders off, which he tried to hide. He'd just glue that back on when Anna wasn't there.
Her nails scraping across the red tablecloth that laid on top of the blocks of foam ice at the center of the platform sent shivers down Kristoff's spine. Like the golf cart encased by those ice blocks on its sides and roof, Kristoff felt the frustration of being totally powerless.
Anna smiled at him and said, "This is a really clever design. Using blocks of ice as the Harvest Day table? It's the perfect metaphor for Harvest Day! It's the day before everything changes. It's like winter is hugging autumn, gently nudging it with a cooler breeze and restless winds."
Kristoff never would have expected anything like that to come out of Anna's mouth. Then she continued to offer her opinion of the rest of the float.
"Hey, neighbor!" Sven interrupted out of nowhere, and Kristoff was annoyed that he'd have to share Anna's attention. Didn't Sven have his own wife for that? Not that he was thinking about Anna that way. Besides, she was still going home after Harvest Day, and that wasn't going to change. She was just pretty. And he just didn't want to watch her flip her hair or bat her eyelashes in anyone else's direction. That's all.
"Hi, I'm Sven. You must be Anna," he said and offered her his hand. Kristoff turned away with his own hand on his head where the doorknob hit him. He didn't want Anna to think he had been talking about her, and his concern over that reminded him that his head still hurt because of her.
"Yes! Nice to meet you, Sven."
"So, what do you do?" he asked.
"I'm a florist. I'm trying to save up for my own shop, but I'm probably a few years away from that still."
"Oh! Isn't that interesting, Kris?" It was interesting, and he was impressed that she had such ambition. Maybe this wasn't going to be a total disaster now that he knew she was more than just a pretty ball of energy.
"Um, yeah. Yeah." He flashed his eyes at Sven, who excused himself, something about chopping up carrots for dinner.
Anna and Kristoff looked at each other across the Harvest Day table, Anna quiet and still for the first time since he'd met her, and Kristoff as speechless as ever. Kristoff really hadn't thought much about Anna other than her annoying nature and her physical appearance, which he liked so much that it made up for her unnecessarily high spirits. Of course there was more to her. Kristoff felt sick that he'd treated her that way, and he wished he could apologize.
"Good, so, since you know all about flowers and plants, maybe I could get your opinion on something?"
Anna clapped and bounced in place. Her patience from only a moment ago turned to impatience as she asked, "What is it? I'm ready! I was born ready!"
Kristoff smiled. Not annoying, just cute. "I wanted to add some pumpkins to the table and those weird looking squash, maybe have some on the ground next to the table? You know, to make it more festive. What do you think?" He and Grand Pabbie had a strict "no flowers" policy for their floats, but pumpkins and gourds didn't count, he thought.
"Yes! That's perfect!"
"Can you help me pick some out? We could go to the pumpkin patch tomorrow." Kristoff didn't really need help picking out pumpkins, but she might know some things he didn't.
The float was mostly done, anyway, but Kristoff was still stressed out about all the unattended details. He decided that he just wouldn't sleep, not like he'd be able to anyway.
The next day, a sleep deprived Kristoff picked Anna up at her uncle's house. Olaf came to the door and stuck out his hand for a firm handshake.
Kristoff asked how Olaf was and he said, "Oh, just livin' the dream," as Anna blew past them both.
"Ok, bye!" she yelled and ran to the car.
Kristoff looked back to wave at Olaf before opening Anna's car door for her. She was about to reach for the radio, but Kristoff turned it on first. She smiled when she realized he'd already set it to her station.
Anna hooked her arm in Kristoff's as they strolled along the gravel road looking at all the different kinds of pumpkins. She got excited every time they saw something new. Instead of finding it annoying, Kristoff actually felt more excited himself. Even the leaf that blew across his path seemed more interesting with Anna next to him. He bent down to pick it up and twirled it by the stem before flicking it aside. Autumn had almost passed him by entirely and he hadn't even noticed the leaves change color.
"Oh! I have a great idea!" exclaimed Anna. "We could have a collage of leaves cascading from the end of the table and down to the ground beside the table. It would be like they were blowing from the fallen tree on that side of the float. What do you think? Leaves with more color on top, and then sadder and wiser leaves on the ground?"
He'd never done anything like that before. Leaves were a gray area. They weren't flowers, but they were a nod in that direction. Still, he thought Grand Pabbie would approve, so long as it worked logistically. That was the deciding factor, really. "How would you attach them?" he asked.
"Hot glue. We use it all the time in the floral shop and it works wonders. Maybe we could attach some leaves from fishing wire so they actually blow in the wind."
"Won't the leaves break, though?"
"You can get silk leaves. Floral shops and craft stores buy them wholesale for decorations."
This was the kind of detail that neither he nor Grand Pabbie would have ever considered, but Grand Pabbie would have loved. Kristoff was extremely impressed with Anna, and Grand Pabbie would have been, too. He would have really liked her, in fact.
"There's a floral shop not too far from my house we could try."
"Welcome! Is there anything I can help you with today?" said an ethereal looking older woman with smooth, pale skin and long, silvery white hair.
"Hi! Do you have any bags of silk leaves you're willing to sell?" Anna asked. Then she walked around the shop touching everything while the florist went to the back of the store, but he noticed her pause at the sunflowers longer than all the others. He could see why it was the perfect job for her even though she was already shivering after only a few minutes. He stopped himself from putting his arm around her to keep her warm.
Kristoff gave Anna space to talk to the florist, since he was sure she'd have questions. She gushed about how much she liked the store and the arrangements and how the flowers were so fresh.
The florist rang up the leaves and was about to tell Kristoff the total when he asked Anna, "What do you think about putting some sunflowers on the table? Lying down or in a vase or something? That's kind of a fall flower, right?" He even surprised himself with the suggestion.
Anna's face brightened with more than excitement. Kristoff thought there might even be a little affection, and he was tickled and proud. He didn't think Grand Pabbie would have a problem with him adding some sunflowers if it made Anna that happy. "We'll take a dozen," he said with a wink.
Gluing all the leaves onto the float was a horribly tedious job, but Anna's tongue hung out of her mouth the whole time, making it Kristoff's favorite part. Since it didn't require a lot of thought to glue the leaves, Kristoff's mind wandered to her mouth more than it should have.
He wasn't really even paying attention to what he was doing and suddenly his finger felt on fire. He thought he'd been stung by a bee or bitten by a spider. He jumped up from the float and hopped around, gripping his hurt finger. He screamed and yelled, completely unaware of what was causing the pain.
"Kristoff? What's wrong?" Anna asked. She came over to him immediately and tried to help. Kristoff was afraid to look so he covered his eyes while he held it out for Anna to take care of.
She giggled and poked at it. "It's fine. Do you want to see what it was?"
He split his fingers so he could get a view. She held up a small dot of dried glue and moved it back and forth between her thumb and forefinger. "Just a little glue. It hurts a little but it doesn't last. I've done it loads of times."
Kristoff grabbed his finger back and went back to the float. He was embarrassed that she saw him make such a big deal out of such a small thing. She even laughed about it!
When he got back to the float he realized that glue was still spewing out of the gun. He let loose a few choice words and hurled the gun to the cement driveway, which only made Anna laugh more.
He glared at her as he stormed to the garage to get another beer and sit in his folding chair. Anna continued to glue leaves on her side of the float, but Kristoff could feel her turn her head towards him every so often.
Eventually she approached him and asked, "Kristoff, why is this float so important to you?"
Kristoff had completely misjudged her when they first met and she kept finding little ways to remind him how wrong he had been.
"Well…" He could have just made something up. She was going to be leaving anyway and it wouldn't matter if he lied. "My grandfather started building floats back when the parade first started. He was an auto mechanic and the previous owner of The Ice Life asked him to make the float. And he sponsored every single one of my grandfather's floats since then, until Olaf took over, and then he sponsored them. Anyway, I sat next to him as he drove the float since I was little and every year he would let me help him with the float a little more. Then eventually he helped a little less, and then…"
That was more emotion than Kristoff wanted to reveal. Anna looked at him sympathetically but he doubted his mushiness over his grandfather was a turn on for her.
"I'm so sorry, Kristoff," she said and she rubbed his back and every other surface of his body that was acceptable to touch, bordering on parts that weren't. Kristoff allowed himself to be swallowed into her embrace, and he relaxed and let his guard down. The perfume in her hair soothed him and he focused on breathing it in. Then he brushed her hair with his fingers, and it was as silky as he imagined it would be.
"That tickles!" she giggled.
He was holding on way too tightly to his boss' niece. He barely knew Anna and raking his fingers through her hair was way too intimate, not to mention rude. Her eyes were shaped into dark half moons from her laughter, though, and it didn't seem to bother her. When she finally opened them it was as though her eyelids had buffed her already shining lenses. He fought against everything not to kiss her.
"Do you feel better?" she asked.
"Yeah. I do. Thanks." Kristoff's pain had vanished completely and had been replaced with so much affection. The float was extremely close to his heart, but his heart floated closer to Anna every time she smiled at him and tossed her hair.
"Hugs cure everything, you know. Wars would be over before they started if soldiers just hugged each other instead of pointing guns."
Kristoff wasn't exactly sure he believed that, but it sounded so convincing when Anna said it like that, moving all of her hair in front of one shoulder. Kristoff had to look away.
"So, um… I guess we can finish the leaves today and then go through the punch list tomorrow?" he asked as he picked up his glue gun again, ready to continue. He would have gladly traded it in for another hug, but the float was more important.
She didn't say anything, so he looked back at her and she bit her lip. Kristoff knew she was going to ask him for a favor. "Would you mind taking me back to the floral shop tomorrow? I know it would take you away from the float… But I have an idea and I want it to be a surprise."
"I don't know, Anna. I'm pretty behind already. And I already have everything planned out." Not to mention his "no flowers" policy. "I already added the leaves because you wanted them."
"It's not going to change your design at all, just make it better."
"Anna…" First the glue incident, and now this?
Then pleading her case some more, "Don't worry, Uncle Olaf's paying for it." He rolled his eyes. Uncle Olaf was paying for it anyway.
"Please, Kristoff!" she said with a pouty lip and saddened eyes. It was impossible to say 'no' to her and it wasn't fair.
If anyone else had asked, he would have snapped that he didn't take people places. But since Anna, who had just hugged him and massaged his back, asked, " Fine. "
"Really?!" She jumped up in front of him to form a ring around his neck, and she kissed his cheek.
"I mean… yeah, it's no problem." Kristoff did feel a bit of anxiety rising from his chest, but he could also feel cool air drying the spot where Anna's mouth had touched his cheek. And she said it was a surprise for him. "I mean, we're almost done anyway."
"Yeah, sure, I'll let you tag along!" she teased. Kristoff made a silly face at her and she giggled and said, "Really, though. Thank you for being so nice."
Then she scrunched up her face in thought. "You know, I didn't really think you liked me at first."
That gutted Kristoff a little. "I just wasn't used to having any help on the float. Other than Grand Pabbie, of course."
"And now?"
He smiled. "That depends on how quickly you can get back to your glue gun."
She raced over to the other side and smiled at him. "And now?"
"Ok, maybe you're a little helpful…"
"Kristoff!" She was flirting back and Kristoff didn't want this to end.
"Ok, fine! I'm glad you're here." He was dangerously close to losing himself in her eyes again.
She seemed pleased with that answer, and then ordered that they get back to work since they were going to miss so much time for her errand the next day.
On the day of the parade, Kristoff found Anna lying on a red and white checkered blanket with Olaf, pointing out cloud forms floating by. It was an endearing scene, and Kristoff hated to interrupt, but the parade was about to start and he needed Anna's help with last minute preparations. He didn't actually need her help, but he wanted to be near her. If she was going to float away from his life, he wanted to spend as much time with her as possible.
Anna reached her arms up so Kristoff could help her to her feet and she giggled and jumped as soon as she stood. Then Kristoff lightly touched her upper back and held her hand so he could guide her to their float.
Then he turned on the golf cart's engine and queued up. He needed to be ready for the signal, even though it would probably be a good 10 to 15 minutes before it was time.
Anna was about to follow him in when she paused and said, "Just a second. I just want to make sure the leaves don't float away in the breeze," she said with a wink. "It's getting colder," she shivered.
It wasn't so much a comment on the weather, but Kristoff exited the golf cart so he could place his jacket around her shoulders anyway, pausing just a moment to give them a small squeeze for warmth. It felt so natural, but he instantly regretted it. At least until she smiled and shook her hair loose from the collar.
After a few minutes, Anna charged into the golf cart to announce, "Ok, your surprise is ready! Come take a look!"
"What surprise?" Kristoff asked. "You mean the flowers?" Kristoff cringed a little, regretting his decision to let her do whatever she wanted.
"Look," Anna pointed behind him to the ice block table. Kristoff turned to see her smiling and he could feel the ice melting, even though it was made of foam. He wanted to tuck her head under his chin and tell her how much he didn't want her to leave.
She motioned with her hands to highlight a Harvest Day meal made entirely of floral arrangements. "I know you don't like having flowers on your float, but you were missing a Harvest Day meal, and just… keep an open mind, ok?"
Kristoff feasted his eyes. There were mashed potatoes made of some sort of white flower, ribs made from tulips, turkey made of carnations, pies made of purple, blue, and pink daisies, and greens made of spiky grass. Anna had also laid out the sunflowers elegantly along the table, interspersed with the pumpkins and food. The sunflowers and pumpkins were really his favorite part of the whole table. That, and the way she smiled at him. Despite standing in such a beautiful scene, he really couldn't take his eyes off of her. Kristoff really missed having Grand Pabbie there, but he was glad to share this with Anna.
"You really stepped it up this year, Kristoff," said Olaf, who was dressed as a snowman, slapping his hand on his back and jolting him out of his Anna daze. "Well done," he said as he prepared his stash of peppermints with "The Ice Life" branded wrappers to toss to the crowds.
"The flowers are a nice touch," Sven whispered. Sven was there to look after everything on the exterior of the float so Kritsoff could concentrate on driving… and Anna… and Olaf could focus on smiling and waving. His teasing would have carried more weight, though, if he hadn't been wearing that ridiculous reindeer headband.
"Your float is so beautiful. You and Anna should be proud," agreed the woman from the floral shop, whose winter wonderland float, filled with white daisies, white and purple roses, white and blue chrysanthemums, and blue irises, was just ahead of Kristoff and Anna's Harvest Day float. It was beautiful, but Kristoff liked Anna's leaves and Harvest Day feast better. The woman hugged Anna and whispered something in her ear before returning to her own float.
Once the florist left, Anna followed Kristoff into the golf cart.
"So, um… how long are you staying here for?" Kristoff blurted out without thinking.
She hunched over and rested her chin on her hands. She sighed and answered, "I don't know."
Kristoff assumed she'd go back right after Harvest Day. "Don't you have to get back to your job?"
"No," she sighed again.
"Did you get fired?"
"No. But I'm not going back there again."
Kristoff didn't expect her to be in any kind of pain, but it was clear how good she was at hiding it. Until she actually had to talk about it.
"Did something bad happen?"
"It's my boss, Hans. He, um... I'm just not going back." Kristoff felt a flash of rage and his heart skipped a beat.
"What are you gonna do, though?" He didn't want to be this invested, but it was way past too late.
"I don't know. Uncle Olaf said I could stay with him for however long I need to."
"I'm sure you'll be able to find another floral shop to work in, if that's still what you want to do."
She shrugged her shoulders. "Actually..." she said, "I have to tell you something."
Kristoff feigned nonchalance, as though she wasn't about to change the course of his life. "I'm listening."
"Elsa, you know, the florist, just offered me a job." Kristoff's heart skipped another beat. "She was impressed with my arrangements for the float, and asked if I could help at her shop." Now he was really glad he let her add flowers. Grand Pabbie definitely would have approved.
"Are you going to take it?" Kristoff's heartbeat came back enough to make up for the missed beats and then some.
"Well, it would mean moving to Arendelle, obviously. Do you think I should take it?"
"Anna," he said, as he brushed her hair back and slowly ran his fingers to the base of her skull and to her neck. His thumb grazed her cheek then ran along her jaw to land on her clavicle. He felt her shudder, but still he searched her eyes, wondering if she felt the same.
That was enough encouragement for her to jump on top of him. She touched him all over his face and head, pulled at his hair, scratched his back, and rubbed his arms until she got to his hands and placed them exactly where she wanted them.
Kristoff was overwhelmed and he'd never felt so wanted before. When she finally pulled away, she overwhelmed him in a different way. "Kristoff, you make my heart float."
Kristoff's jacket was crumpled on the floor after his hands had drifted to her shoulders, which he continued to rub like he wanted to when he draped his jacket over them. "I'm right here," he said. "What do you want?"
She whispered in his ear and he completely forgot they were waiting for their turn to drive the float. He enthusiastically helped her fill the small gap that remained between them. Surely they still had some time...
Then something loud struck the windshield and Kristoff looked up while Anna kept kissing him. Not only was it their turn to go, but Olaf the angry snowman was watching them make out and pelting the windshield with peppermints.
Kristoff cringed, "Sorry about that!" and Olaf turned away to conserve peppermints.
Kristoff smiled at Anna uncomfortably, and he slowly drove forward while she slid back to the passenger side. It was for the best. This float was supposed to be about Grand Pabbie, not making out with his...
"To be continued," she grinned.
Kristoff paused to take in the meaning of Anna's words. He was feeling guilty about making this float all about Anna when he should have been honoring Grand Pabbie with it. But she had tethered her heart to his. Grand Pabbie wouldn't want him to feel guilty, he'd want him to feel happy, and to move on with his life. Kristoff imagined him saying, "The past is in the past." Besides, Anna's flowers and leaves didn't replace his and Grand Pabbie's original design, but they did make it better.
"You know, Anna, you make my heart float, too." He was holding on tightly to her floating heart.
Anna lept on top of him again and he crashed their float into Elsa's. They were only going 5 miles an hour, so it was more like a love tap, but it was probably enough for Olaf to fire him. Making out with his niece may not have been enough, but crashing the float might be.
At least Anna's job wasn't at stake, though. Elsa smiled and waved as Anna's lips trailed down Kristoff's neck.
Olaf threw another couple of peppermints at the windshield, and Kristoff tried his hardest to hide the ecstasy he felt at Anna's warm lips caressing his skin since he didn't have the strength to stop her. Olaf offered one final glare before he and Sven hopped off of Kristoff and Anna's float to join Elsa on hers. The rest of the floats went around, and everything and everyone floated by, leaving Kristoff and Anna's float-ship to be continued.