Frozen Fever

Okay, okay. Here we go.

So lonely.

Stiff.

I can't do that!

Come on, Elsa, this is for Anna. You can do this.

Relax! It looks great.

I just want it to be perfect.

Speaking of perfect, check this out.

Kristoff, are you sure I can leave you in charge here?

Absolutely.

Because I don't want anything to happen to this courtyard.

- What could happen? It's all set. - (SNIFFLES)

Olaf, what are you doing?

I'm not eating cake.

- Olaf... - But it's an ice cream cake!

- And it's for Anna. - And it's for Anna.

- (CAKE SQUISHES, BELL TOLLING) - (ELSA GASPS)

- Oh, it's time! - It's time! For what?

Okay...

- You sure you got this? - I'm sure.

- Don't let anyone in before we're ready. - I won't.

- And don't touch anything. - I'm just gonna stand here.

- I'm probably gonna walk around a little. Ooh! - And keep an eye on that cake!

She thinks you're an idiot!

Well, clearly she's wrong!

- What? It's fine. - I can't read... or spell.

- Psst! Anna! - Yeah?

Happy birthday.

It's your birthday!

- It's my birthday. - Come on!

- It's my birthday? - Mm-hm. And it's going to be perfect because...

I don't get colds, besides...

Fancy. Just follow the string.

Wait, what?

Little brothers!

They come in threes! I'm fine.

Hey!

- No thanks. - We'll take it.