Kristoff held the reins tightly, steering Sven and the sled through the thick, heavy snow. The night sky was cloudy with the promise of still more snow. "Hang on!" Kristoff yelled to his passenger. "We like to go fast!"

"No, I was raised in a castle," Anna replied.

"I like fast," Anna answered. She leaned back and put her feet up on the front of the sled to show that she was not bothered by the high speed.

Sven responded happily and charged forward through the drifts.

"Get your feet down," Kristoff scoffed. "This is fresh lacquer." He glanced at her sideways. "Seriously, were you raised in a barn?" He leaned over and wiped down his new sled.

"So tell me," Kristoff said, "what made the queen go all ice crazy?"

"Wait," Kristoff said. "You got engaged to someone you just met that day?"

"It was all my fault," Anna blurted out. "I got engaged and she freaked out, because I'd only just met him, you know, that day. And she said she wouldn't bless the marriage."

"Yeah, anyway," Anna replied, dismissing his comment. "I got mad and yelled at her, and she tried to walk away, but I grabbed her glove, and --"

"Eye color?" Kristoff pressed. "Dreamy." Anna smiled.

Anna frowned, thinking. "Of the Southern Isles?" she offered.

"Best friend's name?" Kristoff quickly followed up.

"Yes, they did," Anna said. She looked Kristoff over carefully and slid farther away from him on the seat. After all, he was a stranger. "But Hans is not a stranger."

"Wait. You got engaged to someone you just met that day?" Kristoff repeated.

"Yes, are you listening?" Anna snapped. "Thing is, she wore the gloves all the time, but I just thought the girl's got a thing about dirt."

"What's his favorite food?" Kristoff fired off. Anna hesitated. "Sandwiches."

"Have you had a meal with him yet?" Kristoff asked. "What if you hate the way he eats? What if you hate the way he picks his nose?"

"Didn't your parents ever warn you about strangers?" Kristoff asked.

Kristoff raised his eyebrows. "Oh, yeah? What's his last name?"

"Probably John," Anna replied, reflecting that lots of people were named John. So maybe Hans's best friend would be, too.

"Doesn't sound like true love," Kristoff said, staring straight ahead.

Kristoff's eyes widened and he stopped the sled. "Stop talking," he demanded.

"Are you some sort of love expert?" Anna asked. "No, but I have friends who are," he responded. "You have friends who are love experts?" Anna asked sarcastically.

"Ewww!" Anna made a face. "Look, it doesn't matter. It's true love."

"Wolves," Kristoff said.

"What do we do?" Anna asked. She looked at Kristoff and readied herself.

"And eats it," Kristoff added.

"I've got this," Kristoff said calmly. "You just don't fall off -- and don't get eaten."

The sled took off and Anna fell backward. She saw glowing eyes in the darkness all around them. "What are they?" she whispered.

"No, I want to meet these friends," she insisted with a grin.

"Excuse me, sir," Anna said. "He is a prince." Kristoff shook his head. "All men do it."

Kristoff put his hand over Anna's mouth. "I mean it. Shhhh!" He stood up and looked into the dark woods. He held up a lantern. Suddenly, he yelled, "Sven! Go! GO!"

Anna wrinkled her forehead. "Picks his nose?"

"But I want to help," Anna said. "No," Kristoff replied.

Anna was offended. "Excuse me?"

Sven suddenly whinnied. Ahead of him was a steep drop into a massive gorge.

"Because I don't trust your judgment," Kristoff said.

A wolf jumped at the sleigh, and Kristoff kicked it back. "Who marries a man she's just met?"

Anna was seething. "It's true love!" She picked up Kristoff's lute and swung it at his head. He ducked, and Anna struck a wolf that was about to lunge onto the sled!

"Christopher!" Anna cried. "It's Kristoff!" he yelled.

Anna took the lantern and lit the sled's blanket on fire. She threw the flaming blanket toward Kristoff, and the wolves tumbled off him. Then she reached out and pulled him back onto the sled. Kristoff looked at her in dismay.

"Whoa!" Kristoff exclaimed, just as another wolf jumped up and knocked him down. He fell out and was dragged behind the sled.

"You almost set me on fire," he said. "But I didn't," Anna replied.

"Why not?" Anna pouted.

"Get ready to jump, Sven!" Anna called.

In one swift movement, he grabbed Anna and threw her onto Sven's back. Then he unhooked the reindeer's harness. "Jump!"

"You don't tell him what to do!" Kristoff shouted. "I do!"

The ax was attached to a rope that was secured around Sven.

Just behind them, Kristoff boldly jumped with the sled. The sled didn't make it all the way across, but just before it fell into the gorge, Kristoff threw himself off and caught the edge of the cliff on the other side. Down below, his new sled burst into flames as he dangled from the cliff. "I just got it." He looked down with a sigh. Then his hands started to slip on the slick ice. "Uh-oh," he said in alarm. "No, no, no!"

Sven leaped and cleared the gorge with Anna on his back.

Out of nowhere, an ax slammed into the snow just inches from his face. He heard Anna's voice from above.

"Grab on!" she yelled.

Sven heaved and walked backward, lifting Kristoff to safety.

"Pull, Sven!" Anna ordered.

Anna and Kristoff peered over the edge at the burning sled. "I'll replace your sled and everything in it," she promised. She looked sadly at Kristoff. "And I understand if you don't want to help me anymore."

"But you won't get your new sled if she's dead," Kristoff continued in Sven's voice.

"But she'll die on her own," he said, speaking in Sven's deep voice.

He sighed. "Wait up," he called to Anna in his normal voice. "We're coming."

Anna wasn't sure what lay ahead, but she was very glad that Kristoff and Sven were coming with her.

Kristoff watched as Anna walked away. Sven nuzzled him softly with his cold nose.

"Of course I don't want to help her anymore," he told the reindeer. "In fact, this whole thing has ruined me for helping anyone ever again." He watched as Anna turned and started to walk in the opposite direction.

Kristoff looked away. "I can live with that," he said. Anna turned this way and that, unsure which way to go.

Anna grinned. "You are?" she said happily. Then she composed herself. "I mean, sure, I'll let you tag along."