Elsa: Mother, I am flipping through the past Turning pages of a book to find you Mother, I am lost Mother, I am scared Mother, I don't know what to do What were you trying to say? Must've written it down for a reason Must've thought I'd find it someday
I feel this power surging through me every minute Like a horse that's gone wild Mother, you were here Mother, you are gone And you left behind a scared child Can't sit around and cry There's too much to lose And I think that I've been given this power for a reason And I need to know why
I seek the truth What are you telling me? I'm ready to hear Can't go forward...
Kristoff: Really? I’m guessing you don’t have much experience with heat.
Olaf: But sometimes I like to close my eyes, and imagine what it’d be like when summer does come
Bees’ll buzz, kids’ll blow dandelion fuzz And I’ll be doin’ whatever snow does in summerrrrrr A drink in my hand, my snow up against the burning sand Prob’ly getting gorgeously tanned in summerrrrr
I’ll finally see a summer breeze, blow away a winter storm And find out what happens to solid water when it gets warm! And I can’t wait to see, what my buddies all think of me Just imagine how much cooler I’ll...