A new dawn rises over the fjords. Ships pull up to the docks. Guests pile out.
"Welcome to Arendelle!"
They pass the May Pole being raised and a Sami ice harvester chatting with his reindeer. We recognize them as Kristoff and Sven, all grown up. Sven hops around excitedly like a dog and nuzzles Kristoff's chest.
"What do you want, Sven?"
Kristoff leans in and speaks for Sven, as if he can.
"Give me a snack."
"What's the magic word?"
"Please!"
Kristoff pulls a carrot out of his shirt pocket and hands it to Sven. Sven tries to bite the whole thing.
"Hey, hey, hey! Share!"
Sven takes a smaller bite. Kristoff then has a bite himself, not seeming to care that it's covered in reindeer slobber.
They pass a tiny but menacing duke, who wears taps on his shoes to "enhance" his presence. Two THUG guards follow close behind him.
"Ah, Arendelle, our most mysterious trade partner. Open those gates so I may unlock your secrets and exploit your riches...Did I just say that out loud?"
Anna, 18, snores. Drools. KNOCK. KNOCK.
"Princess Anna...?" a servant called
Anna sits up. She's got major bedhead. She coughs. Snorts. Pulls a hair from her mouth.
"...Huh? Yeah?"
"Sorry to wake you, ma'am but—"
"No, you didn't. I've been up for hours."
She falls back asleep while sitting. She snores. Her head drops, startling her awake.
"Who is it?"
"It's still me, ma'am. Time to get ready."
"Ready for what?"
"Your sister's coronation, ma'am."
"My sister's cor-neration..."
One eye opens enough to catch sight of her coronation dress. She bolts, wide awake in excitement.
"Coronation Day! Ha ha!"
Anna bursts out of her room, wearing her coronation dress. She finishes pinning ribbons in her hair. Seeing the hustle and bustle of preparations, she can't help but sing.
"For the First Time in Forever"
THE WINDOW IS OPEN!
SO'S THAT DOOR!
I DIDN'T KNOW THEY DID THAT ANYMORE.
WHO KNEW WE OWNED 8000 SALAD PLATES...?
Anna slides along the floor of the ballroom in her socks.
FOR YEARS I HAVE ROAMED THESE EMPTY HALLS
WHY HAVE A BALLROOM WITH NO BALLS?
FINALLY, THEY'RE OPENING UP THE GATES!
She shakes hands with a suit of armor. Breaks it. Hides theevidence.
THERE'LL BE REAL, ACTUAL PEOPLE -
IT'LL BE TOTALLY STRANGE.
BUT WOW AM I SO READY FOR THIS CHANGE!
Anna comes to a window and jumps out onto a window washer's pulley. She raises herself up to see the ships arriving.
FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER,
THERE'LL BE MUSIC, THERE'LL BE LIGHT.
FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER,
I'LL BE DANCING THROUGH THE NIGHT.
Anna walks through the garden and follows a family of geese.
DON'T KNOW IF I'M ELATED OR GASSY,
BUT I'M SOMEWHERE IN THAT ZONE
'CAUSE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER,
I WON'T BE ALONE.
"I can't wait to meet everyone...What if I meet THE ONE?" she gasps
Anna twists herself in a velvet drape like it's a gown. She acts like she looks gorgeous, but she looks ridiculous.
TONIGHT, IMAGINE ME GOWN AND ALL-
FETCHINGLY DRAPED AGAINST THE WALL.
THE PICTURE OF SOPHISTICATED GRACE.
She notices the bust of a man across the room.
ANNA (CONT'D)
I SUDDENLY SEE HIM STANDING THERE,
A BEAUTIFUL STRANGER TALL AND FAIR.
I WANNA STUFF SOME CHOCOLATE IN MY
FACE!
She grabs the bust of the man and swings it around.
BUT THEN WE LAUGH AND TALK ALL EVENING,
WHICH IS TOTALLY BIZARRE.
NOTHING LIKE THE LIFE I'VE LED SO FAR.
The bust goes flying and lands on the top of the cake. Anna bursts into the portrait room, bounces on the furniture, and interacts with the paintings.
FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER,
THERE'LL BE MAGIC, THERE'LL BE FUN.
FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER,
I COULD BE NOTICED BY SOMEONE.
AND I KNOW IT IS TOTALLY CRAZY
TO DREAM I'D FIND ROMANCE.
BUT FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER,
AT LEAST I'VE GOT A CHANCE!
Elsa, now a very poised 21, watches out the window as the coronation guests arrive.
DON'T LET THEM IN.
DON'T LET THEM SEE.
BE THE GOOD GIRL
YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BE.
Elsa moves to a painting of her father's coronation. She takes off her gloves and mimics the painting by holding a candlestick and ornament in place of an orb and sceptre.
CONCEAL.
DON'T FEEL.
PUT ON A SHOW.
MAKE ONE WRONG MOVE
AND EVERYONE WILL KNOW.
The candlestick and ornament ice over. Elsa gasps, slams them back down onto the table. She tries to reassure herself.
BUT IT'S ONLY FOR TODAY.
We cut between Anna's excitement and Elsa's nerves.
IT'S ONLY FOR TODAY!
IT'S AGONY TO WAIT.
IT'S AGONY TO WAIT!
TELL THE GUARDS TO OPEN UP THE GATE.
THE GATE!
Finally, the gates are open! Anna moves through the crowd, admiring the people around her.
Anna hurries over the bridge and into the village square.
I KNOW IT ALL ENDS TOMORROW,
SO IT HAS TO BE TODAY!
'CAUSE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN
FOREVER. . .
FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER!
NOTHING'S IN MY WAY!
Anna slams right into the breast of a horse! She falls back and lands in a small wooden boat. It tips off
of the dock. She's heading overboard. But just then, the horse slams his hoof into the boat and steadies it.
"Hey!"
"I'm so sorry. Are you hurt?"
The rider, Hans, sure is handsome and regal.
"Hey. I-ya, no. No. I'm okay."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I just wasn't looking where I was going. But I'm okay."
He hops down from his horse and steps into the boat.
"I'm great, actually."
"Oh, thank goodness."
He offers her a hand and their eyes meet. He helps her to her feet.
"Prince Hans of the Southern Isles."
"Princess Anna of Arendelle."
"Princess...? My Lady."
He drops to his knees, head bowed. The horse bows too, curling his hoof up and out of the boat.
The boat tips. Hans tumbles on top of Anna. Awkward.
"Hi...again."
The horse slams his foot back into the boat to stabilize it. Anna and Hans tumble the other way. Anna lands on top of him.
"Oh boy."
"Ha. This is awkward. Not you're awkward, but just because we're- I'm awkward. You're gorgeous."
"Wait, what?"
Hans quickly gets to his feet and helps Anna up again.
"I'd like to formally apologize for hitting the Princess of Arendelle with my horse...and for every
moment after."
"No. No-no. It's fine. I'm not that Princess. I mean, if you'd hit my sister Elsa, that would be- yeash! 'Cuz, you know..."
"But, lucky you, it's-it's just me."
"Just you?"
Hans smiles, amused. She smiles back. The bells ring. She doesn't notice at first; she's too busy drinking in Hans's handsomeness.
"...The bells. The coronation. I-I-I better go. I have to...I better go."
She hurries off, stops, turns back. Gives Hans a little wave.
"Bye!"
As she rushes off again, Hans waves back. The horse waves too, once again taking his hoof out of the boat.
"Oh no."
The boat falls, with Hans in it. SPLASH! It lands upside down in the water. Hans raises it up off of him, gasping for air.
Elsa stands at the altar. Anna stands off to one side. She peeks out to the audience. Hans waves at her from the pews. He's changed his clothes. The crown is placed on Elsa's head. The sceptre and orb are presented to Elsa on a pillow. She slowly reaches for them.
"Your Majesty, the gloves."
Elsa hesitates. She breathes nervously, removes her gloves, and places them on the pillow. Her hands shake. She takes the orb and sceptre, and then turns to the people.
The sceptre and orb start to freeze over.
"...Queen Elsa of Arendelle."
Just in time. Elsa manages to set the orb and sceptre back down on the pillow before anyone notices the ice. She picks up her gloves and slips them on. She made it.
Springy music fills the Great Hall. Guests dance. Eat. Laugh. Elsa enters, poised and looking surprisingly content. She stands under a formal awning. Anna runs into the room, waves awkwardly. The servant ushers her over to stand right next to Elsa.
"Here? Are you sure?"
She and Elsa sneak awkward peeks at each other.
"...Hi."
"Hi me...? Oh. Um. Hi."
"...You look beautiful."
"Thank you. You look beautifuller. I mean, not fuller. You don't look fuller, but more beautiful."
"Thank you."
They look out at the celebration.
"So, this is what a party looks like?"
"It's warmer than I thought."
"And what is that amazing smell?"
They both close their eyes and inhale.
"...Chocolate." both of them said
Their eyes pop open. They laugh. Elsa looks back out at the party. Anna looks at Elsa. She wants to say so much, but she can't think of where to start. Just as she finds her way, the servant interrupts.
"Your Majesty. The Duke of Weaseltown."
"Weselton. The Duke of Weselton."
"Your Majesty, as your closest partner in trade, it seems only fitting that I offer you your first
dance as queen."
The Duke does a funny flitter of his feet, a hitch-kick, and a deep bow.
As he holds out his hand, head down, his toupee dips forward. Anna giggles. Elsa looks at Anna, stifles a giggle herself.
"Thank you...only I don't dance."
"Oh...?"
"But my sister does."
"What?"
"Lucky you..."
"Oh, I don't think—"
The Duke grabs Anna's arm and yanks her away before she can protest.
"If you swoon, let me know, I'll catch you."
Anna looks back at Elsa, desperately.
"Sorry."
The Duke showboats, but he's just awful. Anna tries to make the best of it.
"Like an agile peacock... CLUCK-CLUGGLE-CLUCK!"
He lands on her feet.
"Ow. Ow."
"Speaking of, so great to have the gates open. Why did they shut them in the first place? Do you know the reason? Hmm?"
He gets in her face, suspicious.
"...No."
"Oh, all right. Hang on. They don't call me the little dipper for nothing."
He dips Anna back. Elsa peeks through the crowd, can barely hold in her laughter. Anna shoots Elsa funny, help-me looks.
"Like a chicken...with the face of a monkey...I fly."
Anna limps back to Elsa.
"Let me know when you're ready for another round, M'Lady."
"Well, he was sprightly."
"Especially for a man in heels."
"Are you okay?"
"I've never been better. This is so nice. I wish it could be like this all the time.
"Me too..."
But then Elsa catches herself. She stiffens up, looks away.
"But it can't."
"Why not? If—"
"It just can't."