'Who's Jack Frost?' Kristoff asked. His eyebrows raised in confusion.
'No idea,' Anna replied vacantly. She stared at the paper in her hands, reading the name over and over but nothing clicked. No memory was triggered.
Memory, Anna thought. My memory.
'That's it!' Anna shouted, excitedly throwing her hands out. Her palm collided with Kristoff's face. 'Kristoff!' she turned to look at him. Kristoff was bent over, rubbing his nose where she had hit him. 'Sorry,' Anna apologised sheepishly bending over tenderly. She was so clumsy.
'Its fine,' Kristoff shrugged her off, straightening. 'What is it?'
'Oh, right!' Anna exclaimed. She turned to him, grabbing his wrists and pulling them to her. Kristoff grunted as his body un-expectantly lurched forward. His face was level with Anna's.
'Kristoff, I know where we have to go. The trolls, your family. They might be able to help.'
'The love experts?' Olaf asked, raising one eyebrow.
'Yes!' Anna laughed. 'The love experts!' Full of uncontainable excitement, Anna almost jumped up and down. She rambled on, hurrying to get her idea out. 'Elsa told me that when I was young she shot my head with her magic. Father took us to the trolls who modified my memory. Maybe there is something there–'
'That you've forgotten,' Kristoff finished.
'Exactly!' Anna shouted flinging her hands backwards and whacking Sven's nose. 'Sorry,' she apologised rubbing it.
'Anna. That's brilliant!' Kristoff cried. He, too, shared Anna's contagious excitement.
Anna squealed. 'Let's go!' she cried, grabbing Kristoff's arms and yanking him to Sven. Anna jumped onto Sven's back, Kristoff slowly climbing on behind her.
'Hurry up,' she scolded impatiently. 'Olaf, come on!'
'Yeah!' the snowman exclaimed. 'Let's go kiss Hans!'
'No Olaf,' Kristoff corrected. 'We're going to my family. To regain Anna's memories.'
'Oh, right,' Olaf recalled. 'Come one Sven!' he commanded the reindeer.
Sven turned his furry head, almost knocking Anna in the head with his antlers, to Kristoff.
'Sven,' Kristoff said. 'Let's go home.'