There's a long, honest moment of conflict within him. He wants to argue that civilization is overrated, that the satisfaction that comes from making your own way every day is something that's hard to beat, and, out here, there's no chance of being slighted by people. There's her tone, though, and the ultimatum... He can easily imagine Sven's level expression. The reindeer would take Karen's side, wouldn't he? Kristoff even has to stop himself from speaking Sven's side of the argument. Didn't you change your mind about people? You were doing so well. You'll miss out on a lot, up here. You already have.

"Fine," he answers at last, meaning for it to be irritable. It comes out too soft, though, so he tries again with a little more force, shoving the last of his belongings into his bad. "Fine."

He stands, and takes a steady look at her before he moves to snuff out the fire. Karen's well-built for a lady, but... Still. He snorts as he pushes dirt onto his makeshift fire pit with with boot. He's still a stranger to typical superpower logic.

"What, are you gonna carry me?"