Okay, now!

Surprise!

Uh oh.

Wait, wait, wait, hold on, hold on.

Going so soon?

The yule bell rang; I must get home for my family's tradition, rolling the Lefse.

- Um... - Ours is putting out porridge for the Tomte.

- Well... - We're baking traditional bordstabelbakkels.

And I'm gonna filet the krumsakringlekakke.

That's a thing, right?

Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Olsen!

You're welcome to join us in the castle if you'd like.

Thank you, Your Majesty, but Olga and I should be getting home to knit socks for our grandchildren.

It's our tradition.

Yes, and we wouldn't want to intrude on your family traditions.

Oh, so the the surprise is everyone left.

Hey, I say it's their loss.

Who needs a big party, anyway?

- Kristoff? - I've got just the thing to cheer you up.

My favorite traditional troll tradition.

- Care to join in? - Uh, yeah!

Okay, it starts with a gathering song.

The Ballad of Flemmingrad.

I love ballads!

♪ Every December we all gather round to pay our respects to a troll so renowned ♪

♪ In remembrance of the friend we had, a jolly old soul we called Flemmingrad ♪

- Tempo! ♪ We all dig deep down and we uproot the past, we shove up its nostrils a fist full of grass ♪

Nostrils?

♪ We shape his likeness, bless his soul ♪

Whoa, gross!

♪ Oh, Flemmy the fungus troll ♪

Now you lick his forehead and make a wish!

Who's next?

Elsa, you're up!

Come on!

Tastes like lichen.

You're a princess; you don't have to settle.

Okay, not so much a royal activity, I get it.