I was messing around with the speed of Love is an Open Door and then this happened… no regrets

Our psychological state allows us to see only what we want/need/feel to see at a particular time. What five words do you see?

     Elsa tensed, nails biting her palms, anticipating her sister’s words. Yet Anna hesitated, re-wording her statement, and she relaxed, if only a little (her sister was still swinging precariously on a plank of wood outside the window, after all). 

      In truth, she wasn’t even sure what Anna had been planning to say— that fragmented “c” could have started anything. 

    “Entertaining? Please, Anna, I’m not that sadistic—” it was her turn to stop short, to bite her lip. Of all things, why had she thought a quip like that was a good idea? Especially considering what she’d done? 

     ”It’s still dangerous. How’d you even get that— swing—to stay at all?” 

        "It's not dangerous, Elsa -- where's your sense of adventure?"

        The conversation moving to safer ground, so to speak, Anna grins, grabbing the rope that allows her to change the height of the swing. She plops down, rather ungracefully, parking her butt on the wooden slab beneath her and letting her legs swing freely as she lowers herself down to something nearer Elsa's height. 

        "I didn't do it. I just found it one day -- I think people use it for transporting stuff. But I dunno. It's fun to use, and nobody's complained so far?"

"Wait are you fucking kidding me. I could’ve had some better food all along? Do you have some?"

        "No -- but I'm sure we could find something in the palace kitchens?"

“Really? Why? Only time I’ve ever sung that much is marching. Helped keep the rhythm.”

"Are you a performer of some sort?"

        "No -- I'm a princess. I just enjoy singing.

        What's marching like? Are you a soldier?"

facts, because i'm fucking interesting

    “I feel— 

            I don’t know, I’m unsure.”

        "What kind of unsure? Because between you and me, my stomach felt really weird this morning. 

        You think it was the fish last night?"

       “Anna…”

        "You should... tell me what's wrong.

        -- Maybe I can help?"

♕ —— He waited. And waited. Growing more impatient, he gave a puff here and a puff there. Then she spoke. And yes of course, she needed Kristoff to understand him. Just like everyone else in the town. But she wants to understand him. That’s good, at least. 

[ Anna, it takes years of practice to- ] 

That last sentence threw him off a little. His head cocked to the side as he eyed the girl. 

[ Write? How do you do that? ] 

        Anna sighs, judging the look on his face to be negative. "So you don't know how to write, but you can understand me -- but I can't understand you. Kinda like, a one-way conversation. Unless you don't understand me and you're just staring at me in coincidentally-appropriate ways."

        "What if... you... show me what you're saying. When you say something, point at it. Or... mime it. Or... I give up."

Friendly reminder that if you want to roleplay with me all you have to do is aggressively throw me a starter.

what even was this show

       { ♚ }; “—somebody should butter her muffin.”

        "Perhaps next time, she could join us!"

Send my muse one of the following

He’s just like the one we built as kids!

Yeah…

       ”————Heh.

                 Oh, uh; I’m Aladdin.”

        "Anna -- uh, Princess, Princess Anna. It's nice to...meet you?

        If anyone asks, um -- you didn't see that."