Sven races, top speed, up a narrow cliff, pulling the sled, which skids precariously. Kristoff mans the reins. Anna sits beside him.
"Hang on! We like to go fast!"
"I like fast!"
Anna leans back and puts her feet up on the dashboard.
"Whoa, whoa! Get your feet down."
He pushes her feet down.
"This is fresh lacquer. Seriously, were you raised in a barn?"
Kristoff spits on the dash to clean it. The spit flies back and hits Anna in the face.
"Ew. No, I was raised in a castle."
She wipes off her face.
"So tell me, what made the Queen go all ice-crazy?"
"...Oh well, it was all my fault. I got engaged but then she freaked out because I'd only just met him,
you know, that day. And she said she wouldn't bless the marriage—"
"Wait. You got engaged to someone you just met?"
"Yeah. Anyway, I got mad and so she got mad and then she tried to walk away, and I grabbed her glove—"
"Hang on. You mean to tell me you got engaged to someone you just met?!"
"Yes. Pay attention. But the thing is she wore the gloves all the time, so I just thought, maybe she
has a thing about dirt."
"Didn't your parents ever warn you about strangers?"
Anna eyes Kristoff up and down, then slides away from him.
"Yes, they did... But Hans is not a stranger."
"Oh yeah? What's his last name?"
"...Of-the-Southern-Isles?"
"What's his favorite food?"
"...Sandwiches."
"Best friend's name?"
"Probably John."
"Eye color."
"Dreamy."
"Foot size...?"
"Foot size doesn't matter."
"Have you had a meal with him yet?"
"What if you hate the way he eats?"
"What if you hate the way he picks his nose?"
"Picks his nose?"
"And eats it."
"Excuse me, sir. He's a prince."
"All men do it."
"Ew. Look it doesn't matter; it's true love."
"Doesn't sound like true love."
"Are you some sort of love expert?
"No. But I have friends who are."
"You have friends who are love experts... I'm not buying it."
Sven suddenly stops, ears perked in alarm.
"Stop talking."
"No, no, no. I'd like to meet these—"
Kristoff clamps his hand over Anna's mouth.
"I mean it. SHHH."
Kristoff stands, looks into the dark woods surrounding them. Sensing something behind them, he holds up his lantern. Its light reflects off...eyes.
"Sven, go. Go!"
Sven takes off.
"What are they?"
"Wolves."
Flashes of white dart through the woods. Kristoff hops into the back of the sled, grabs a torch. Lights it.
"Wolves. What do we do?"
"I've got this. You just...don't fall off and don't get eaten."
"But I wanna help."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't trust your judgement."
"Excuse me?!"
A wolf jumps at them, but Kristoff kicks it off.
"Who marries a man she just met?"
Anna grabs the lute, swings it right at Kristoff's head.
"It's true love!"
He screams, as she...BAM!...swings past Kristoff and knocks a wolf away.
"Whoa."
Just then Kristoff is yanked off the sled by another wolf. The torch goes flying. Anna catches it, shocked.
"Christopher!"
He becomes unconscious as he hears the name Christopher. It's like…déjà vu. But he comes back to his senses. Kristoff grabs onto a loose rope hanging from the back of the sled and holds on for dear life as he's dragged behind.
"It's Kristoff!"
A wolf jumps on Kristoff's back.
"AH!"
Anna thinks fast, uses the torch to light a blanket on fire.
"Duck!"
Anna throws the flaming blanket right at him. He ducks. The blanket hits the wolves. They tumble off Kristoff.
"You almost set me on fire!"
Anna reaches out a hand, pulls Kristoff back onto the sled.
"But I didn't."
Sven cries out. There is a massive gorge ahead.
"Get ready to jump, Sven!"
"You don't tell him what to do!"
Kristoff shoves a satchel into her arms then scoops her up.
"I do!"
Kristoff tosses Anna onto Sven, then unhooks Sven's harness from the sled.
"Jump, Sven!"
Sven jumps the gorge with Anna on his back. Kristoff goes flying off behind them, still on the sled. Anna and Sven land safely on the other side of the gorge. Kristoff's sled loses momentum. It's not going to make it. He leaps off. He flaps his arms, claws at the air. He slams into the snowy edge of the cliff. Hanging by his hands, he looks down to see his sled hit the ground far below and burst into flames.
"...But I just paid it off."
Suddenly, he starts to slip. He claws at the loose snow, but it's clearly hopeless. He's going down.
"Uh-oh. No, no, no."
To make matters worse, an axe comes flying right at his face.
"AH! NO, NO, NO!"
The axe slams into the snow, inches from his nose.
"Grab on!"
Kristoff grabs on.
"Pull, Sven! Pull!"
The axe is tied to a rope, then wrapped around Sven. Anna helps Sven pull Kristoff to safety. Kristoff rolls onto his back, exhausted. Anna peeks down at the burning sled.
"Whoa... I'll replace your sled and everything in it."
Kristoff groans.
"And I understand if you don't want to help me anymore."
Anna walks off, sadly. Sven comes over and nuzzles Kristoff.
"Of course I don't want to help her anymore. In fact, this whole thing has ruined me for helping anyone ever again."
"But she'll die on her own."
"I can live with that."
Through their conversation, they watch Anna go the wrong way...turn, go the other wrong way, turn, trip...
"But you won't get your new sled if she's dead."
"...You know sometimes I really don't like you."
Sven licks Kristoff happily.
"Hold up. We're coming?!"
"You are?!"
"I mean, sure. I'll let you tag along."
Kristoff, Sven and Anna walk on a narrow rim of a mountain. As they step out of the thick trees, Anna catches sight of something far below.
"Arendelle."
"It's completely frozen."
"...But it'll be fine. Elsa will thaw it."
"Will she?"
"...Yeah. Now come on. This way to the North Mountain?"
She points straight ahead.
"More like this way."
He points her finger up towards a perilously mighty mountain. Anna, Kristoff, and Sven walk beneath frozen willows. The hanging branches glisten like Christmas lights. Sven knocks them with his antlers. They tinkle like chimes.
"I never knew winter could be so beautiful."
Suddenly, a voice comes in from nowhere.
"YEAH...It really is beautiful, isn't it? But it's so white. You know, how about a little color? Must we bleach the joy out of it all? I'm thinking like maybe some crimson, chartreuse..."
While this is going on, Anna and Kristoff look around for the source of the rambling. They look at Sven - could he actually be talking? Sven looks back at them, his antlers tangled in branches, just as baffled as they are. In the meantime, a nose-less snowman, Olaf, wanders up behind them.
"How 'bout yellow-no, not yellow. Yellow and snow? Brrrr...no go."
He stops between Kristoff and Anna. They look down at him. How did he get there? He suddenly looks up at Anna.
"Am I right?"
Anna SCREAMS! Reflexes take over and she kicks Olaf's head, sending it flying off his body and into Kristoff's arms.
"Hi!"
"You're creepy."
Kristoff tosses the head back to Anna and they commence a game of hot potato.
"I don't want it!"
"Backatchya!"
"Please don't drop me."
"Don't!"
"Come on, it's just a head."
"No!"
Olaf's body runs at Anna, arms waving.
"All right, we got off to a bad start."
"Ew, ew, the body!"
Anna slams Olaf's head back on the body, upside down. Olaf smiles happily, then looks confused.
"Wait, what am I looking at right now? Why are you hanging off the earth like a bat?"
"...Okay. Wait one second."
Anna kneels in front of Olaf and rights his head.
"Oooh! Thank you!"
"You're welcome."
"Now I'm perfect."
She looks over his innocent face, gets an idea.
"Well, almost."
She digs into Kristoff's satchel, holds up a carrot just as Olaf turns toward her. The carrot accidentally slams all the way through his head.
"Woo! Head rush!"
"Oh! Too hard. I'm sorry! I-I, I was just... Are you okay?"
Olaf sees a tiny piece of carrot sticking out between his eyes. He lights up.
"Are you kidding me? I am wonderful! I've always wanted a nose. So cute. It's like a little baby
unicorn."
Anna reaches behind Olaf to the bulk of the carrot sticking out the back of his head, and pushes it forward.
"What? Hey! Whoa."
"Oh, I love it even more! Hah... All right, let's start this thing over. Hi everyone. I'm Olaf. And I like warm hugs."
Olaf opens his arms wide to Anna. That triggers a memory. It takes her a moment to place it, but then she does.
"Olaf?...That's right, Olaf."
"...And you are?"
"Oh, um...I'm Anna."
"And who's the funky-looking donkey over there?"
"That's Sven."
"Uh-huh. And who's the reindeer?"
"...Sven."
Olaf looks from Kristoff to Sven, confused.
"Oh. They're-oh, okay...Makes things easier for me."
Sven tries to bite Olaf's nose.
"Ha. Aw, look at him tryin' to kiss my nose. I like you, too!"
"Olaf, did Elsa build you?"
"Yeah. Why?"
Curious, Kristoff takes one of Olaf's twig arms off, studies it. It seems to be moving in sync with his other arm.
"Do you know where she is?"
"Yeah. Why?"
Do you think you could show us the way?
"Yeah. Why?"
"How does this work?"
Olaf's dismembered arm slaps Kristoff across the face.
"Stop it, Sven. Trying to focus here."
"Yeah, why?"
"I'll tell you why. We need Elsa to bring back summer."
"Summer?"
"Oh, I don't know why but I've always loved the idea of summer, and sun, and all things hot."
"Really? I'm guessing you don't have much experience with heat."
"Nope. But sometimes I like to close my eyes and imagine what it'd be like when summer does come."
OLAF'S FANTASY WORLD — PERFECT SUMMER DAY
Olaf walks through a grassy meadow with the sun shining behind him. He sings.
BEES'LL BUZZ KIDS'LL BLOW
DANDELION FUZZ AND I'LL BE DOING
WHATEVER SNOW DOES IN SUMMER.
Olaf now lies in the sand on a beach.
A DRINK IN MY HAND MY SNOW UP
AGAINST THE BURNING SAND PROB'LY
GETTING GORGEOUSLY TANNED IN SUMMER.
Olaf sails in a boat.
I'LL FINALLY SEE A SUMMER BREEZE
BLOW AWAY A WINTER STORM
Olaf floats in the water. All his pieces begin to separate.
AND FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS TO SOLID WATER WHEN IT GETS WARM.
Olaf tumbles on a sandy beach with sand-snowmen.
AND I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHAT MY
BUDDIES ALL THINK OF ME JUST
IMAGINE HOW MUCH COOLER I'LL BE IN SUMMER . . !
Olaf and the seagull break out into a tap-dance.
DA DA . . . DA DOO AH BAH BAH BAH
BAH BAH BOO.
Olaf and another snowman drink hot chocolate in a hot tub.
THE HOT AND THE COLD ARE BOTH SO
INTENSE PUT 'EM TOGETHER, IT JUST MAKES SENSE!
Olaf tap dances with a gaggle of seagulls.
RATDADAT DAD DADA DOO . . .
Olaf bounds down a grassy hill.
WINTER'S A GOOD TIME TO STAY IN AND CUDDLE
BUT PUT ME IN SUMMER AND I'LL BE A...
He stops at a puddle, looks down at it. Smiles. Hops over it.
HAPPY SNOWMAN!
Olaf runs with a checkered blanket that he spreads out. He relaxes and stares at the blue sky.
WHEN LIFE GETS ROUGH I LIKE TO HOLD
ON TO MY DREAM OF RELAXING IN THE
SUMMER SUN JUST LETTING OFF STEAM!
Sven, Anna, Kristoff and Olaf have a picnic.
OH THE SKY WILL BE BLUE AND YOU
GUYS'LL BE THERE TOO WHEN I
FINALLY DO WHAT FROZEN THINGS DO IN SUMMER!
"I'm gonna tell him." Kristoff interrupted
"Don't you dare." Anna said
IN SUMMER!
Olaf sings the final note. We swing around him and return to reality. He then straightens up and smiles.
"So, come on! Elsa's this way. Let's go bring back summer!"
Olaf grabs Anna's hand and pulls her along up the mountain.
"I'm coming!"
Sven hops along, happily following them. Kristoff watches all of them like they're nuts.
"Somebody's got to tell him"