"There's no right side to this," Olaf said as Anna walked into the kitchen.
"I didn't say there was," Kristoff grumbled. "I really don't care. I'm just leaving now."
"Kristoff, what's wrong?" Anna asked.
Olaf hopped down and came over. "Kristoff was teaching me how to make pancakes, but he won't tell me which side to flip onto the plate."
Kristoff rolled his eyes, and Anna did her best not to giggle. "Olaf," she said gently.
"I want to get this right."
"Well, that's nice," Anna said. "Kristoff, what about you?"
"I just want breakfast. You can come with me."