"Heya, Feistypants!"
Kristoff's voice is exuberant over the telephone, and Anna kind of just wants to groan because she doesn't have the time or patience for this. She's in a bad mood, so he should be too.
"Whadda you want?" she growls. Kristoff just laughs her off.
"D'you have plans for Thanksgiving yet? Ma's putting on a huge shindig and told me to tell you."
Oh yeah, Thanksgiving. No, Anna doesn't have plans, but now that he's mentioned it, she does wanna go and see the old gang again. It sounds like fun.