Elsa: You’ve never had a real birthday before
Except, of course, the ones just spent outside my locked door
So I’m here way too late to help you celebrate
And be your birthday date if I may...Achoo!
Anna: Elsa, I’m thinking you might have a cold
Elsa: I don’t get colds. Besides...
A cold never bothered me anyway
Just follow the string!
I’ve got big plans, I’ve got surprises for today
Nothing but nothing’s gonna get in our way
Anna: Spare...? Am I really just the spare?
I’m not part of the town, not born to be queen
Just somebody hopelessly inbetween
She’s the scholar, athlete, poet
I’m the screw up, don’t I know it
But then who could ever compare?
Of course they’re gonna think I’m just the spare
Well I won’t care
So I’m the extra button on a coat
In case another one comes loose
But if I have to be a button
Why can't I be a button that’s of use? (oops!)
Bulda: What’s the issue, dear? Why are you holding back from such a man?
Is it the clumpy way he walks or the grumpy way he talks?
Or the pear-shaped, square-shaped weirdness of his feet?
And though we know he washes well-he always ends up sort of smelly
But you’ll never meet a fellow who’s as sensitive and sweet!
So he’s a bit of a fixer-upper, so he’s got a few flaws
Like his peculiar brain-dear, his thing with the reindeer
That’s a little outside of nature’s laws!
The window is open, so’s that door
I didn’t know they did that anymore
Who knew we owned a thousand salad plates?
For years I’ve roamed these empty halls
Why have a ballroom with no balls?
Finally they’re opening up the gates
There’ll be actual real live people
It’ll be totally strange
Wow, am I so ready for this change
'Cuz for the first time in forever
There’ll be music, there’ll be light
For the first time in forever