Another one of the things that she found so wonderful about Kristoff was that when it came from his heart, he always said the right thing. It was when he was thinking too much from his brain that he said things that got him into trouble. She couldn't blame him, she was much the same way. In the middle of everything that was happening she didn't need his suggestions nearly as much as she needed the grounding touch of his hand on the nape of her neck and the tender words.

The world stopped for a moment as her eyes caught his and she let the love he was offering fill her in its entirety. Then it was his turn to start rambling as if he'd said something embarrassing and her face visibly fills with even more tenderness as if it's spilling out of her from the inside.

Her hand goes to his cheek to try and steady him as he trips over his own words. "Kristoff." Her voice is gentle as she once again goes onto her tiptoes, this time to press her lips against his for a long moment to try and bring him back to what's important. "I love you too."

The extended moment is charged with emotion, but it's eventually broken by another rumble of stomach to remind them of more pressing issues.

"Right. Food. Shall we?"