One of the things Kristoff had come to love most about Anna was how she always seemed to know how to say exactly the right thing to him when he let himself get too stuck in his own thoughts. He lifted one of his hands to cup her face, thumb brushing over her cheek as he really took in her words and tried to tell himself that she was right. Again.

Maybe he should really put it in writing.

"Okay." Maybe it wasn't some majorly eloquent agreement, but it held all the love and appreciation he had for her in it. He moved to take one of her hands in his, entwining their fingers as he continued their walk towards the bakery.

"Hopefully they sell more than just sweets at this place. Stuffing ourselves full of cake won't be a long lasting solution to hunger."