“You got it! I’ll tell a story about when Sven and I saved two, let’s call them mischievous, young trolls.“
Sven: Ooh! This is a good one!
Kristoff: That’s right, Sven! So we were up at the lake, chopping ice…
Kristoff: Nine blocks of ice. Not bad, Sven! Now let’s head on to the village and make some money.
Sven: I want a whole bag of carrots!
Kristoff: Huh. You got it, buddy. With this haul, we could get two whole bags.
Kristoff: Little Rock? Pebble? What are you two doing so far from the valley?
Kristoff: We’re having a berry fight! Attack!
Pebble: Get him!
Kristoff: Look out!
Pebble: Get him!
Kristoff: Oof! Aah! Woah woah woah. You guys know you can’t be here without an adult.
Little Rock: Come on! We’re not afraid!
Pebble: Yeah! Bulda says; if we see a human, we’ll turn into a rock, like this! Huh!
Kristoff: That’s true, but still, you shouldn’t have gone so far without an adult. Now roll on home, you little mossheads!
Little Rock: Hey, you’re sort of an adult.
Pebble: Yeah!
Kristoff: Sort of?
Little Rock: Weeheeee!
Pebble: Woohoooo!
Kristoff: No! No! No! Don’t, roll away and… there they go! I did not sign up for trollsitting today.
Sven: We should make sure they get back okay!
Kristoff: I know, but the ice is melting, and you can’t sell melted ice! Okay fine. Let’s find Pebble and Little Rock before someone else does. Did you see which way they went?
Pebble: Hey, who’s that in the cart? Is that Kristoff and Sven?
Little Rock: Uh, no. It looks like an older human, and a horse! They’re fast. I see them!
Pebble: Oh no. What do we do?
Little Rock: Umm, quick! We got to do what Bulda said; turn into a rock!
Merchant: Whoa boy! What’s this? Huh? Ooh. Enchanting! These are two of the most unusual, red-speckled stones I’ve ever seen! And they’ll look lovely in my wife’s garden. And they’re free, my favourite price! And off we go! Hyah!
Kristoff: Ugh, come on! Hurry, Sven. After that cart. We got to get those trolls back! Come on. Come on, Sven! Sir! Hey, sir! Ice for sale!
Merchant: No, thank you! Peddler.
Kristoff: But I’ll give you a really good deal! Come on, you strike me as a man who appreciates quality, and my ice is the best. Freshly harvested.
Merchant: Okay. You piqued my interest. I uh… do love a good bargain. Woah! Easy, boy!
Kristoff: How about I take those nice, speckled rocks off your hands in exchange for one fresh block of ice!
Merchant: Eh, no.
Kristoff: What? Okay. Um, two blocks? One for each rock.
Merchant: They’re not for sale.
Kristoff: Are you…? I mean, what are… I don’t have anything else… Alright, three blocks of ice for the two rocks.
Merchant: Hmmmm. This is getting interesting. Two blocks will get you one stone.
Kristoff: I kind of need both. Four.
Merchant: Well now! All stones, cost you… all your blocks of ice!
Kristoff: All my blocks of ice? Ughh, fine. Here. Take them all. Just, give me the rocks. Pebble, Little Rock, don’t you ever do this, again.
Little Rock: Thanks, Kristoff.
Pebble: Don’t tell Bulda!
Kristoff: And that’s the story of how we saved those little rascals. And lost all of our ice.
Olaf: Wow! What a story! There was action, there was suspense, and there was loss, but you did it all for your family.
Kristoff: Aww hey, we’d do it for you too, Olaf.
Olaf: Really? Awww!