They'd taken flight the night before, away from Arendelle. Kristoff had Sven taking the wagon at top speed. This was madness but what other choice did they have at this point? Hans knew, and it was bad enough that she was at risk, but she couldn't put Kristoff at risk.
The mountains grew less familiar. They were deep in the woods now. He knew where they were going, but she didn't really remember. He had said something about the trolls. She would have to trust him. He said she'd been there before. She couldn't remember very much. They were close.