"-and we will meet at the southern gate in forty minutes, so I need to make sure that I leave in ten minutes. We planned to go to the stall selling mulled cider first-"

"Elsa," Anna laughs, "this is the fourth time you've gone over this. You'll be fine!"

"Oh? Oh, yes, probably--I just to be prepared for--Oh! Where are those mints? I don't want bad breath-"

Kristoff blinks, looking away from where the ice has slowly covered the entire window in carefully symmetrical designs to the pacing woman before them. "Do you really need the mints? Unless you're planning on kissing, I guess."

For a moment, Elsa goes stock still. Then all the ice in the room melts instantly, soaking the carpets. The former queen can only gasp in horror as her blushing face pales. "My shoes-!"

Anna glares and smacks his shoulder. He can only shrug and mutter "whoops."