[ It's another time that Anna wishes there wasn't a screen between them. This was the kind of conversation that they might have in his sleigh or most recently in the privacy of one of their bedrooms. She considers offering to go to him, but that would also mean interrupting their conversation and he's being open, so she simply leans back on the bed they have been sharing and gives herself a moment to think.

Anna wasn't always the best at directly listening, but she takes in every word he says without interrupting. And when he's done, she isn't quite sure what to say.

At his metaphor about falling through ice, she offers a smile. ]

Oh Kristoff, it doesn't matter if every single person here is comfortable with something, if you aren't, you aren't required to be like that. They might touch all the time, but that doesn't mean they have to touch you. Maybe you'll adjust, but you do that on your time.

I mean, sweethert, flip the tables, what would you say to me if I felt uncomfortable with someone being so close to me. Would you excuse it? Or would you tell me that I didn't have to be touched in any way that I don't want to be? Please be as kind to yourself as you are to me.

Kristoff, I've always loved you for being so different, it's okay to be weird. We are weird, right?