Kristoff tries not to violently squirm or cling as she moves her hold to his waist, and... Wow, this is really kind of very and intrusive-feeling, considering he's a guy whose personal space is usually miles wide.

A red sun? Like the sunset, or..? He lets out a slow breath at that, still trying to find a good level of calm. This is probably worse than the jet.

"I don't know what that means, but okay."