Frozen II

Anna. Elsa.

Bedtime soon.

Uh-oh. The princess is trapped

in the snow goblin's evil spell.

Quick, Elsa! Make a prince! A fancy one!

Oh, no! The prince is trapped, too.

Who cares about danger

when there's love?

Ugh, Anna. Bleugh!

Kissing won't save the Forest.

The lost fairies cry out.

What sound does a giraffe make?

Never mind.

They wake the fairy queen...

who breaks the spell and saves everyone!

And they all get married!

What are you playing?

Enchanted Forest.

The prince and the princess...

Hmm. That's like no enchanted forest I've ever seen.

You've seen an enchanted forest?

Wait, what?

I have. Once.

And you've never told us this before?

Well, I could tell you now, if you...

- Okay. Now. - Tell us now.

Are you sure about this?

It's time they know.

Let's make a big snowman later.

If they can settle and listen.

Far away...

as north as we can go...

stood a very old and very enchanted forest.

But its magic wasn't that of

goblin spells and lost fairies.

It was protected by the most powerful spirits of all...

those of air...

of fire...

of water...

and earth.

But it was also home

to the mysterious Northuldra people.

Were the Northuldra magical, like me?

No, Elsa. They were not magical.

They just took advantage of the Forest's gifts.

Their ways were so different from ours...

but still, they promised us friendship.

In honor of that,

your grandfather, King Runeard,

built them a mighty dam...

to strengthen their waters.

It was a gift of peace.

That's a big gift of peace.

And I was so honored

to get to go to the Forest to celebrate it.

Stand tall, Agnarr.

I wasn't at all prepared

for what the day would bring.

We let down our guard.

We were charmed.

Whoa. Whoa!

It felt so...

magical.

But something went wrong.

They were attacking us.

Get behind me.

It was a brutal battle.

Your grandfather...

Father!

... was lost.

Aah!

The fighting enraged the spirits.

Look out!

They turned their magic against us all.

There was this voice...

...and someone saved me.

I'm told the spirits then vanished.

And a powerful mist covered the Forest.

Locking everyone out.

And that night, I came home King of Arendelle.

Whoa, Papa, that was epic.

Whoever saved you,

I love them.

I wish I knew who it was.

What happened to the spirits?

What's in the Forest now?

I don't know.

The mist still stands.

No one can get in.

And no one has since come out.

So we're safe.

Yes.

But the Forest could wake again.

And we must be prepared for whatever danger it may bring.

And on that note,

how about we say good night to your father?

But I still have so many questions.

Save them for another night, Anna.

You know I don't have that kind of patience.

Why did Northuldra attack us anyway?

Who attacks people who give them gifts?

Do you think the Forest will wake again?

Only Ahtohallan knows.

Octa-who-what?

When I was little...

my mother would sing a song

about a special river called Ahtohallan...

that was said to hold all the answers about the past.

About what we are a part of.

Wow.

Will you sing it for us? Please?

Okay.

Cuddle close.

Scooch in.

Where the Northwind

Meets the sea

There's a river

Full of memory

Sleep, my darling, safe and sound

For in this river, all is found

In her waters

Deep and true

Lie the answers

And a path for you

Dive down deep into her sound

But not too far or you'll be drowned

Yes, she will sing to those who hear

And in her song, all magic flows

But can you brave what you most fear?

Can you face what the river knows?

Where the Northwind

Meets the sea

There's a mother

Full of memory

Come, my darling, homeward bound

When all is lost

Then all is found

- Your Majesty. - Oh!

They're ready.

Excuse me.

I'm coming.

Do you hear that?

What?

Never mind.

Enjoying your new permafrost, Olaf?

I'm just living the dream, Anna.

How I wish

- this could last forever. - Mmm.

And yet, change mocks us with her beauty.

What's that?

Forgive me. Maturity is making me poetic.

Tell me, you're older and thus all-knowing...

do you ever worry about the notion that...

nothing is permanent?

Uh... No.

Really?

Wow, I can't wait until I'm ancient like you...

so I don't have to worry about important things.

That's not what I mean.

I don't worry because...

well, I have you and Elsa and Kristoff and Sven...

and the gates are open wide...

and I'm not alone anymore.

Yes, the wind blows a little bit colder

And we're all getting older

And the clouds are moving on With every autumn breeze

Peter Pumpkin just became fertilizer

And my leaf's a little sadder and wiser

That's why I rely on certain certainties

Yes, some things never change

Like the feel of your hand in mine

Some things stay the same

Like how we get along just fine

Like an old stone wall that'll never fall

Some things are always true!

Some things never change

Like how I'm holding on tight to you

The leaves are already falling

Sven, it feels like the future is calling

Are you telling me tonight

You're gonna get down on one knee?

Yeah, but I'm really bad at planning these things out

Like candlelight and pulling of rings out

Maybe you should leave all the romantic stuff to me!

Yeah, some things never change

Like the love that I feel for her

Some things stay the same

Like how reindeers are easier

But if I commit and I go for it

I'll know what to say and do!

Right?

Some things never change

Sven, the pressure is all on you

The winds are restless

Could that be why I'm hearing this call?

Is something coming?

I'm not sure I want things to change at all

These days are precious

Can't let them slip away

I can't freeze this moment