Anna just sighs, burying her face in her arms. This is stupid, this whole thing was stupid, and now she's drunk and woozy and having this dumb conversation.

"About Kristoff," she mutters into her arms. "That he's gone." She lifts her head, looking over at Dave and feeling positively baffled. "Him being here...it wasn't right, somehow. Things with him and me were so different. Almost like he was some weird clone of Kristoff." It had all seemed so...off.