- [Kristoff] So how exactly are you planning
to stop this weather?
- Oh, I am going to talk to my sister.
- That's your plan?
My ice business is riding on you talking to your sister?
- [Anna] Yep.
(boink)
- So you're not at all afraid of her.
- Why would I be?
- Yeah, I bet.
She's the nicest, gentlest, warmest person ever.
Oh look at that.
I've been impaled.
(laughing)
- [Anna] What now?
- [Kristoff] Hmm,
It's too steep.
I've only got one rope
and you don't know how to climb mountains.
- [Anna] Says who?
(grunt)
- What are you doing?
- I'm, going, to see
my sister.
- You're going to kill yourself.
I wouldn't put my foot there.
- You're distracting me.
- Or there.
How do you know Elsa even wants to see you?
- [Anna] All right. I'm just blocking you out,
because I got to concentrate here.
(rock crumbling)
(straining)
- You know, most people who disappear
into the mountains want to be alone.
- Nobody wants to be alone.
Except maybe you?
- I'm not alone.
I have friends, remember?
- You mean, the love experts?
- Yes.
The love experts.
(straining)
- Please tell me I'm almost there.
Does the air seem a bit thin to you up here?
(gasping)
- Hang on.
- [Olaf] Hey Sven.
Not sure if this is going to solve the problem,
but I found a staircase
that leads exactly where you want it to go.
- Ha ha, thank goodness.
Catch!
(laughing)
Thanks, that was like a crazy trust exercise.
(grand music)
- [Olaf] (chuckling)
- Whoa.
- Now that's, ice.
I might cry.
- Go ahead.
I won't judge.
(stumbling feet)