"This is stupid."
"Stupid? Regaining your honor as a man is stupid?!"
Kristoff rolled his eyes, grunting when Hans' heel dug into his back with an uncomfortable sharpness. "Not sure about you, but I didn't lose 'my honor as a man' to begin with..."
He could hear Hans snort above him. "Really? Not at all? Not even when all of your clothes were 'mysteriously' dyed pink?"
Okay, Kristoff would admit, he wasn't exactly happy about that - but it had washed out eventually. But he really didn't think it warranted breaking into Anna and Elsa's laundry room. To do what, exactly, Hans had yet to divulge.
"They were asking for war, don't you see?" Hans continued, finally prying the window open and pulling himself through.
Kristoff sent the ginger a deadpanned look, getting up from where he'd been on all fours, being used as a step stool by the slighter male. The window had just been out of both of their reaches, so, naturally, Hans demanded that Kristoff give him a boost up.
"War? Seriously, Hans...It was just a couple of pranks-"
The pink dye being the most recent.
"That were all humiliating!" Hans cut in, trying to keep his voice down. "Now get up here, Bjorgman!"
The blond grumbled to himself for a moment, wondering how he got caught up in all of this, before climbing up to join his cohort - Hans having to lend him a hand to get up to the window.
"You wouldn't be so damn heavy...if you ate less junk!" Hans muttered in a strained whisper, trying to haul the larger male up.
"I don't eat that much junk food, you just don't have any upper body strength!" Kristoff protested, managing to get partway through the window.
"...I've seen you eat two boxes of Twinkies in one sitting."
"That was for a bet, so just shut up and help me-" Kristoff grunted in confusion, interrupting himself. He shifted a bit, only his head and left shoulder through the window. "Ah...shit..."
Hans scowled at him. "Don't you dare tell me that you're stuck, oaf..."
"Fine, I won't," Kristoff huffed, trying to wiggle free - it was a rather small window. "I'm spatially challenged right now."
"Damn it, Bjorgman, you're going to ruin this whole operation!" Hans yelled, sucking in a breath when he realized just how loud he had been. It didn't take long for him to hear questioning voices and quick footsteps heading towards him, the redhead panicking as he now started to push at Kristoff, trying to get him to go the other way. "Are you kidding me...Now you're blocking our way out!" he hissed in frustration.
Kristoff yelped at that, still trying to get himself unstuck. "Hey, I didn't want to do this in the first place, so don't blame me!"
"Boys, boys...," a new voice chimed in, sounding cool and collected, despite finding two intruders.
Both Hans and Kristoff turned their attention to the person standing in the doorway, gulping at the icy look being sent straight in their direction.
"You're both to blame," Elsa finished curtly, a giggling Anna looking over her shoulder.