[ The sound the dropped candle holder makes him start enough to knock over the doll again, but he ignores it this time. The doll can fix itself if it really wants to sit at the table, forget it. There's a large part of him that really doesn't wanna turn around and find out what or who crashed into or dropped something, having had enough of strange people and talking weird looking horseless carriages to last a life time.
But then he hears her voice. It's amazing how it can make him feel ten times lighter and wash away frustrations (at least temporarily) with just his name. ]
That's not going to stop him from being concerned, though, as he pulls back from the hug, hands on her shoulders as he looks her over for any sign of injury. ]
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But then he hears her voice. It's amazing how it can make him feel ten times lighter and wash away frustrations (at least temporarily) with just his name. ]
Anna?
[ Kristoff spins to face her, to confirm it's really her, and while sure, this could be a trick, he's apparently willing to take that risk as he goes to pull her into a tight hug. Maybe he ought to be more upset that his fiancée is stuck in what is apparently a fairly dangerous town with him, but he's selfishly starting to grow tired of the whole Separate In Times of Danger schtick.
That's not going to stop him from being concerned, though, as he pulls back from the hug, hands on her shoulders as he looks her over for any sign of injury. ]
Are you okay?