Putting her fingers in her ears, Donna tried to block out the Doctors singing.
He was terrible , she knew it, and told him daily that he was.
But he still sang, most likely to goad her.
She regretted letting him see that movie.
The first time was enjoyable , the second time tolerable. But he had watched it what seemed like the millionth time this week in the media room. Donna couldn't take anymore of sitting through it.
Cautiously, she took her fingers out of her ears.
She was greeted with the Doctors voice carrying through the TARDIS, to where she was busy cooking dinner.
'LET IT GO!' The Doctor bellowed, singing along to Frozen.