[ Kristoff at least knows Elsa well enough now to be aware of her knowledge on magic was sort of being processed on an on going basis rather than innate to her nature. He'd thought she looked like she'd learn a hell of a lot of it in the Enchanted Forest, but he also only got to catch up with her for a few seconds, so what does he know?

... It doesn't come to mind that she could be from before all that, of course. So he just shrugs. ]

The trolls wouldn't do anything like this even if they could shrink people down, Grand Pabbie wouldn't hear of it. I mean, I know that there was that one weirdo loner troll, but he really just had a few pebbles loose, it wasn't the norm. They didn't teach me a lot about the limitations of their magic, but I know they at least like humans too much for pranks like this. And the Huldrafólk would take us to their city, not stick us in a dollhouse. [ A beat. ] My expertise ends there.

[ He scratches at his jaw as he looks around the kitchen. ]

Anna would know what to do. She's the creative thinker.