It was a rainy afternoon, and Kristoff sat on the couch in the living room, scrolling through the options on the TV, finding nothing.
"Hey, Kristoff!" Olaf called out.
"What is it, Olaf?"
"I think the dryer's broken."
"What makes you say that?" Kristoff sighed.
"Everything's damp."
"Have you cleaned out the lint filter?" Kristoff asked.
"What's that?"
Kristoff groaned and got up. "Come on, let's go to the laundry room."
Olaf followed Kristoff down to the basement of the building.
"Here," Kristoff said, pulling out the filter and dumping the lint into the trash.
"That's all?" Olaf laughed. "Easy!"