Frozen Page #8

KRISTOFF:

Oh yeah? What’s his last name?

ANNA:

...Of-the-Southern-Isles?

KRISTOFF:

What’s his favorite food?

ANNA:

...Sandwiches.

KRISTOFF:

Best friend’s name?

ANNA:

Probably John.

KRISTOFF:

Eye color.

ANNA:

Dreamy.

KRISTOFF:

Foot size...?

ANNA:

Foot size doesn’t matter.

KRISTOFF:

Have you had a meal with him yet?

What if you hate the way he eats?

What if you hate the way he picks

his nose?

ANNA:

Picks his nose?

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KRISTOFF:

And eats it.

ANNA:

Excuse me, sir. He’s a prince.

KRISTOFF:

All men do it.

ANNA:

Ew. Look it doesn’t matter; it’s

true love.

KRISTOFF:

Doesn’t sound like true love.

ANNA:

Are you some sort of love expert?

KRISTOFF:

No. But I have friends who are.

ANNA:

You have friends who are love

experts.... I’m not buying it.

Sven suddenly stops, ears perked in alarm.

KRISTOFF:

(to Anna)

Stop talking.

ANNA:

No, no, no. I’d like to meet these--

Kristoff clamps his hand over Anna’s mouth.

KRISTOFF:

I mean it. SHHH.

Kristoff stands, looks into the dark woods surrounding them.

Sensing something behind them, he holds up his lantern. Its

light reflects off...EYES. Several.

KRISTOFF(CONT’D)

Sven, go. Go!

Sven takes off.

ANNA:

What are they?

KRISTOFF:

Wolves.

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Flashes of white dart through the woods. Kristoff hops into

the back of the sled, grabs a torch. Lights it.

ANNA:

Wolves. What do we do?

KRISTOFF:

I’ve got this. You just...don’t

fall off and don’t get eaten.

ANNA:

But I wanna help.

KRISTOFF:

No.

ANNA:

Why not?

KRISTOFF:

Because I don’t trust your

judgement.

ANNA:

Excuse me?!

A wolf jumps at them, but Kristoff kicks it off.

KRISTOFF:

Who marries a man she just met?

Anna grabs the lute, swings it right at Kristoff’s head.

ANNA:

It’s true love!

He screams, as she...BAM!...swings past Kristoff and knocks a

wolf away.

KRISTOFF:

(shocked)

Whoa.

Just then Kristoff is yanked off the sled by another wolf.

The torch goes flying. Anna catches it, shocked.

ANNA:

Christopher!

Kristoff grabs onto a loose rope hanging from the back of the

sled and holds on for dear life as he’s dragged behind.

KRISTOFF:

It’s Kristoff!

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A wolf jumps on Kristoff’s back.

KRISTOFF (CONT’D)

AH!

Anna thinks fast, uses the torch to light a blanket on fire.

ANNA:

Duck!

Anna throws the flaming blanket right at him. He ducks. The

blanket hits the wolves. They tumble off Kristoff.

KRISTOFF:

You almost set me on fire!

Anna reaches out a hand, pulls Kristoff back onto the sled.

ANNA:

But I didn’t.

Sven cries out. There is a massive gorge ahead.

ANNA (CONT’D)

Get ready to jump, Sven!

KRISTOFF:

You don’t tell him what to do!

Kristoff shoves a satchel into her arms then scoops her up.

KRISTOFF (CONT’D)

I do!

Kristoff tosses Anna onto Sven, then unhooks Sven’s harness

from the sled.

KRISTOFF (CONT’D)

Jump, Sven!

Sven jumps the gorge with Anna on his back.

Kristoff goes flying off behind them, still on the sled.

Anna and Sven land safely on the other side of the gorge.

Kristoff’s sled loses momentum. It’s not going to make it. He

leaps off. He flaps his arms, claws at the air.

He slams into the snowy edge of the cliff. Hanging by his

hands, he looks down to see his sled hit the ground far below

and burst into flames.

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KRISTOFF (CONT’D)

(shocked sadness)

...But I just paid it off.

Suddenly, he starts to slip. He claws at the loose snow, but

it’s clearly hopeless. He’s going down.

KRISTOFF (CONT’D)

Uh-oh. No, no, no.

To make matters worse, an AXE comes flying right at his face.

KRISTOFF (CONT’D)

AH! NO, NO, NO!

The axe slams into the snow, inches from his nose.

ANNA (O.S.)

Grab on!

Kristoff grabs on.

ANNA (CONT’D)

Pull, Sven! Pull!

REVEAL:
The axe is tied to a rope, then wrapped around Sven.

Anna helps Sven pull Kristoff to safety.

Kristoff rolls onto his back, exhausted. Anna peeks down at

the burning sled.

ANNA (CONT’D)

Whoa.... I’ll replace your sled and

everything in it.

Kristoff groans.

ANNA (CONT’D)

And I understand if you don’t want

to help me anymore.

Anna walks off, sadly. Sven comes over and nuzzles Kristoff.

KRISTOFF:

Of course I don’t want to help her

anymore. In fact, this whole thing

has ruined me for helping anyone

ever again.

KRISTOFF (AS SVEN) (CONT’D)

But she’ll die on her own.

KRISTOFF (AS SELF) (CONT’D)

I can live with that.

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Through their conversation, they watch Anna go the wrong

way...turn, go the other wrong way, turn, trip...

KRISTOFF (AS SVEN) (CONT’D)

But you won’t get your new sled if

she’s dead.

KRISTOFF (CONT’D)

(knowing he’s got a point)

...You know sometimes I really

don’t like you.

Sven licks Kristoff happily.

KRISTOFF (AS SELF) (CONT’D)

(to Anna)

Hold up. We’re coming?!

ANNA:

(excited)

You are?!

(catching herself)

I mean, sure. I’ll let you tag

along.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. SHARP MOUNTAIN RIDGE — DAWN

Kristoff, Sven and Anna walk on a narrow rim of a mountain.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. MOUNTAIN FOREST CLEARING — DAY

As they step out of the thick trees, Anna catches sight of

something far below.

ANNA:

Arendelle.

KRISTOFF:

It’s completely frozen.

ANNA:

...But it’ll be fine. Elsa will

thaw it.

KRISTOFF:

Will she?

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ANNA:

(uncertain)

...Yeah. Now come on. This way to

the North Mountain?

She points straight ahead.

KRISTOFF:

More like this way.

He points her finger up towards a perilously mighty mountain.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. FROZEN WILLOW TREES — DAY

Anna, Kristoff, and Sven walk beneath frozen willows. The

hanging branches glisten like Christmas lights. Sven knocks

them with his antlers. They tinkle like chimes.

ANNA:

I never knew winter could be so

beautiful.

Suddenly, a voice comes in from nowhere. We’ll call that

voice OLAF.

OLAF (O.S.)

YEAH...It really is beautiful,

isn’t it? But it’s so white. You

know, how about a little color?

Must we bleach the joy out of it

all? I’m thinking like maybe some

crimson, chartreuse...

While this is going on, Anna and Kristoff look around for the

source of the rambling. They look at Sven - could he actually

be talking? Sven looks back at them, his antlers tangled in

branches, just as baffled as they are.

In the meantime, a nose-less snowman, Olaf, wanders up behind

them.

OLAF (CONT’D)

How ‘bout yellow--no, not yellow.

Yellow, Purple, and snow? Brrrr...no go.

He stops between Kristoff and Anna. They look down at him.

How did he get there? He suddenly looks up at Anna.

OLAF (CONT’D)

Am I right?

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Anna SCREAMS! Reflexes take over and she kicks Olaf’s head,

sending it flying off his body and into Kristoff’s arms.

OLAF (CONT’D)

(cheery, to Kristoff)

Hi!

KRISTOFF:

You’re creepy.

Kristoff tosses the head back to Anna and they commence a

game of hot potato.

ANNA:

I don’t want it!

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