Anna and Kristoff had been invited over to the simple cabin of Mrs. Bakke, the last resident of the parish of St. Sunniva in the mountains above Arendelle. It was a lovely fall day, and even the old graveyard looked cheerful on a day like this.
The woman walked straight to the fireplace and put on a kettle of water.
"Would you like some tea?" she asked them.
"Yes, please," Anna replied. "Thank you."
"And you?" the woman asked Kristoff.
"Sure," he replied.
In the dark, she looked like some witch or wizard over a smoking cauldron.
"Here you go."