"You lost it," Kristoff grumbled.
Sven grunted at him.
"Well, we lost it," Kristoff admitted. "I should have kept track of that better, you're right."
Kristoff scanned the clearing where they had set up camp. He had set the jar of lacquer off to the side, away from trees, and now he couldn't find it, and he wanted to finish giving a fresh coat to his sled before heading into Arendelle in the morning. There was a coronation going on, and maybe he could finally pay off the sled.
Sven snorted, and Kristoff saw the lacquer sitting on a rock.
