Crude and suggestive language for a short segment. I have changed a couple things here and there to the original plot line but the conversation between Mercutio and Romeo is a comedic highlight and I believe it should not have been left out.
Anna knew where she had to go after her meeting with her love, she lacked sleep similar to the previous night. Thoughts, concerns, full of disillusionment, "I will take my madness with pride, with love. But how am I to change the flow of a rushing current leading to a riptide? I cannot go to my mother nor father for a helping hand, so I must go see Father Pabbie. He would know what to do."
When she arrived at the garden of his home she saw him picking flowers and strange looking plants. He was saying something about them, not wanting to interrupt she leaned and listened.
Pabbie picked up a yellow flower, "How could nature be so twisted in such a beautiful way? Mother Nature gifts us with the necessities for living our life, but can easily kill us at her will. Each one of them has their own qualities, every herb, plant, and even simple stones possess great power." He put the flower in its basket and plucked another and brought it close, analyzing it, "Powerful medicine rests within the petals of this flower but with it deadly poison. The smell will give you good health, but just a taste is your fate. SImilar to us humans, good and evil."
Anna furrowed her brows at his words but shook it off, "Good morning, Pabbie."
"Why on Earth are you up so early? You have never wake up at this hour if it weren't important. Worried young ladies as you, never get their beauty sleep. So what makes you so anxious, Anna?" Anna was about to say something but the old man raised his hand, "or unless you were never in bed in the first place?"
"You amaze me Father, but your last guess was correct. I never slept but I have had something greater than sleep!" Her heart beat faster at the thought.
"Have you sinned!? Were you with that woman? Oh what's her name? Ah,Rosaline is it?"
"Pht," she chuckled, "I have forgotten about her and the depression she had given me in return for my love to her. But whatever, she doesn't matter to me anymore."
"That is good news to my ears," Pabbie smiled at her. "Well what changed your mind about her?"
"I was just about to get to that. I went to a party, a Capulet party. Cupid saw me and stuck me with a powerful blow to my heart, I was- am wounded and so is she. I came to you knowing you would be the only one to help us."
Pabbie cupped his chin, "You aren't being clear with me Anna. What are you trying to say?"
Anna hit her forehead with her hand and kept it there, "The woman is Capulet's daughter, Elsa. We are intertwined with love, Pabbie. All we need to do now is make time or find a way to change our names, wed us, whatever we can do, an escape even."
"Oh you have been wounded, greatly in fact. You have changed so much, you have cried so much over Rosaline and now she is behind you? You can't be too naive again Anna."
"Hey, that is not fair! YOu scolded me for being with her and now you are questioning why?"
Pabbie chuckled and crossed his arms, "Sorry but I scolded you for obsessing over the lady."
"And to bury my love for her too." Anna added.
"Okay but I didn't tell you to make an exchange."
Anna grunted, "You don't understand, she loves me in return, Pab. Rosaline never did."
"Oh, that is absurd, she knew you loved her without knowing what love was." He placed two fingers on his temple and sighed, "I will help you with your secret. This might even help your families constant bickering."
"Thank you so much! We must hurry!"
Pabbie took her arm, "Be careful, you can stumble and hurt yourself if you go too fast."
Anna only smirked when she took off.
"Where is Anna, Kris? Did she come back?"
The blonde man sighed, "No, I even asked a servant."
"Damn it Anna," Olaf shook his head, "You know that Rosaline will never stop torturing her."
"I know… but there's some bad news." Olaf rose his head at Kristoff's words, "Hans left a voice mail in Anna's house."
"A challenge?"
"She has to answer it though."
"Of course she will. She can speak right?" He nudged Kristoff's arm. "But honestly, she is already dead. That baby with the cursed arrows struck her hard. In her state, she won't be able to take on the dud."
"Whatever, Hans is so special why?"
Olaf smiled and snorted, "He is a great match. His form is good, timing is good, and he can shoot from a distance. MIght be better with a gun than you Krissy."
"Don't call me that."
The short man giggled and tapped Kristoff's nose, "I love you too."
Kristoff shoved Olaf away, "Anna's coming."
"Well, well well. Look at you. Your woman must be something, for you to ditch us last night."
Anna was taken aback, "Um good morning to you too. What do you mean ditch you?"
"Was i not clear Anna? You left us."
"Well excuse me sir. I had something very important come up and I guess I forgot to courtesy and manners."
Olaf squinted his eyes at her and joked, "Did it require you to smell the flowers?"
She returned his look, catching on, "By what could you mean by that?"
"The pink flower."
"The pink flower?"
"Yes the pink flower."
Kristoff looked at the two of them, "Um what are you guys talking about?"
Anna pretended to smell an invisible flower, "Yes, my face was covered in the scent of the flower."
Olaf broke out laughing, "Krissy, break this up for me please! She is beating me at my own game."
"Please Kristoff, this joke is awful," Anna laughed back.
Kristoff must have finally caught on and turned completely red, "You two are sick." His words only made them laugh more.
"Anna, I miss this side of you. Kristoff she's back! You have more jokes in one than I do in five. You have beaten me! This love you have right now, has you looking for your toys!"
The two laughed again, "Okay, please that is enough." Kristoff tried to stop the dirty jokes.
Olaf wiped his watery eyes, "You want me to stop when I haven't finished?" Anna looked at Olaf and went into another fit of laughter.
Kristoff chuckled, giving in to their banter, "Yes, or else it would have taken too long."
"Well I was almost done, but I think this topic is dead."
"I agree," Anna coughed and wiped her own eyes. Before seeing Gerda and the boy Peter, "Look who's coming."
"A boat!" Kristoff shouted, receiving a sly grin from Olaf.
"Peter give me my fan please," Gerda asked.
Olaf bit his lip, "Yes Peter! Give her the fan. It is prettier than her face! Best to cover it up!' Anna elbowed his in the ribs making him chuckle.
Gerda looked shocked, "How dare you? What kind of gentleman are you? Nevermind you foolish boy. Where can I find Anna?"
Anna stepped forward with a grin, "I am the youngest by that name."
"Well said, if you are the Anna I'm looking for, then I wish to have a meeting with you."
Before Anna could say anything, Olaf interrupted, "It makes sense now! She is a prostitute that hides beneath her ugliness! Well Anna I will see you at your father's house for sandwiches."
Anna tried to hold her laugh, "Okay I will see you there."
Olaf waved dramatically at Gerda, "Goodbye! My ancient lady, my old lady, goodbye!
When Olaf and Kristoff left, Gerda whacked Anna with her fan, "Who is that foul mouthed little man? He and his crude jokes, awful."
"Gerda, sorry, he enjoys the sound of his own voice."
"I swear if he says something to me, I will punish him. I'm not a slut or any of his friends-" She quickly turned to Peter, "You let me be harassed!"
"Sorry, but if anyone would hurt you, I will fight!"
Gerda took a deep breath, "OH that man has me riled up! But I came here for Anna, is to deliver you a message from Elsa."
"Really? Why did she not get back to me herself?"
The aging lady responded hesitantly, "Do you have a way to contact her? Of course you don't, she stupidly forgot to give you at least something! she is smart enough to know her family well. As for her message, let me tell you, you must understand that she is beloved, and if you trick her, well… Love is strong but fragile, it would be a gross betrayal for my lady. She voices only love and devotion to you, so the only thing I ask is to not bring her to tears for it shall lead to her own self destruction."
"I would never do anything like that to her, I will bring, give her anything she asks of me." Anna hastily told her.
"You express a true heart, I'll tell her that much at least," Gerda smiled to herself, "Oh she will be happy when I tell her that."
"Wait what are going to tell her?"
"Tell her what you have just said to me of course. If she asks for your hand, would you accept?"
Anna's brows furrowed, "So fast? I would not not want to exchange vows with Elsa, I too am precarious of the fragility of love. I will chase it but it crumbles in my hands when I try to grasp it, we can run away."
"Well there is a young man," Anna immediately felt the heat at her fingertips, "Paris, the Duke of Weselton's son, wishes to propose to her soon. But I promise you she only speaks of you. Should I assume that reason is more than enough?"
Anna's heart jumped for joy, "Then tell her I love her. I shall meet with her soon, if her schedule permits it, send her to Pabbie's garden. I will be there tonight; I'll wait till morrow day if so be it."
The old woman laughed, "I will, a thousand times. I will arrange for this reunion."
Anna never felt more excited or nervous in her entire life, she was about to see the girl of her dreams with in the next twenty-four hours. This time no masks, they will be in a safe protected space at last.