[Kristoff sighs in resignation. He knows Hans isn't going to let up, but he also hears some heavy footsteps ascending that staircase. Kristoff knows damn well who that is, but in feigning ignorance of it, he shrugs. Elsa is still on his shoulder, by the way.]
Okay, fine. You know what?
[Now he puts her on Hans's shoulder. And quietly, he steps back.]
Screw it. Just take her, you beautiful man. [Never have endearing words sounded more spiteful.]
so hot they steamin'
Okay, fine. You know what?
[Now he puts her on Hans's shoulder. And quietly, he steps back.]
Screw it. Just take her, you beautiful man. [Never have endearing words sounded more spiteful.]