Hans

Anna:
The window is open, so’s that door
I didn’t know they did that anymore
Who knew we owned a thousand salada plates?
For years I’ve roamed these empty halls
Why have a ballroom with no balls?
Finally they’re opening up the gates

There’ll be actual real live people
It’ll be totally strange
Wow, am I so ready for this change

'Cuz for the first time in forever
There’ll be music, there’ll be light
For the first time in forever
I’ll be dancing through the night

Don’t know if I’m elated or gassy
But I’m somewhere in the zone
'Cuz for the first time in forever
I won’t be alone

Anna: I can’t...

Bulda: What’s the issue, dear? Why are you holding back from such a man?

Trolls:
Is it the clumpy way he walks or the grumpy way he talks?
Or the pear-shaped, square-shaped weirdness of his feet?
And though we know he washes well-he always ends up sort of smelly
But you’ll never meet a fellow who’s as sensitive and sweet!

So he’s a bit of a fixer-upper, so he’s got a few flaws
Like his peculiar brain-dear, his thing with the reindeer
That’s a little outside of nature’s laws!

So he’s a bit of a fixer-upper, but this we’re certain of
You can fix this fixer-upper up with a little bit of...