Frozen: The Junior Novelization

“I don’t have a skull,” Olaf remarked. “Or bones.”

“The sky's awake, so I'm awake, so we have to play!”

“Kristoff”

“coronation”

“and laughed. “Of course what?” Olaf”

“troll,”

“show,”

“crushing”

“falling”

“blizzard.”

“It’s”

“Pretending to be full of remorse, Hans said, “Princess Anna is…dead.”

“turned to face the mountain again and started to climb. “Please tell me I’m almost there,” she called over her shoulder. The air seemed thinner to her, and she was growing tired of holding on. But Anna was only a couple of feet off the ground! Kristoff sighed and reached into his bag for climbing picks. “Hang on,” he said.”

“daughters,”

“sled”

“Conceal it,” he told her. “Don’t feel”

“snowman.”

“snowman?”

“They were ice harvesters, men who cut and hauled huge blocks of ice from the mountain”

“fjord”

“other direction, she suddenly caught sight of something else—something she could hardly believe. Was that her sister? Could Elsa also be out on the ice? Anna tried to focus. Then she realized that Hans was standing over Elsa, who knelt on the ice, her face buried in her hands. Horrified, Anna watched as Hans drew his sword and”

“Elsa laughed at the lopsided snowman. “Hi, I’m Olaf,” she said in a deep voice, pretending to be the snowman. “And I like warm hugs.”

“Now I’m perfect,” the snowman said. “Well, almost,” Anna replied. She grabbed a carrot from Sven’s pack and pushed it into Olaf’s face to give him a nose. She pushed a little too forcefully, though, and the carrot went right through his head! “Oh, too hard!” Anna”

“themselves to be small gray creatures—they weren’t rocks at all! “Trolls,” Kristoff whispered to Sven. At that moment, a rock next to Kristoff jumped up,”

“Now grown-up and strong, he and”

“stood”

“said”

“wonderful green light. The girl jumped out of bed and tiptoed across”

“and”

“don’t have a skull,” Olaf remarked. “Or bones.” “So now what?” Kristoff asked Anna. The question sent Anna into a panic. “I don’t know! What am I going to do? Elsa threw me out, I can’t go back to Arendelle with the weather like this, and then there’s your ice business.…” Kristoff felt bad for Anna, but he knew panicking wouldn’t help. He tried to steer her back to their current situation. “Hey, don’t worry about my ice business,” he told her. “Worry about your hair.” Anna’s hands flew to her head and she tried to smooth down her hair. “What? I just fell off a cliff,” she said. “You should see your hair.” “No, yours is turning white,” he said, concerned.”