The impulse was momentary, but she quickly gave in. Here they were, in the fresh snow, after all. It was the perfect time.
"Snow angels!" Anna called out, letting herself fall backwards.
"What?" Kristoff asked, looking confused.
She didn't answer right away, too busy making her own snow angel.
"Your turn!" she laughed, gingerly getting up and jumping out from the angel she had made.
"Wait, what?" Kristoff said as she jumped into his arms, forcing him backwards into the snow.
"Kristoff, don't tell me you've never made snow angels," Anna smirked, inches from his face.
"You can show me."