I'm just living the dream, Anna.

Oh, how I wish this could last forever!

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 aged 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.