Kristoff helped set down another row of pumpkins for the harvest. The color made him think of Anna's hair… like the orange crystal he had found on his last trip to the mountains. He gazed at the princess helping across the square, her young son following along cheerfully. Kristoff walked toward them to see if he could help out.
"Kristoff! Look! A ship!" the boy shouted.
"What?" Anna said, looking up. "Hans's ship! They're back from the West Indies already!"
"Is Father home early?" the boy asked.
Kristoff nodded. "You two should go greet him," he said, forcing a smile.