[Boy! Every time Elsa laughs, it's like, it's such a pretty laugh! Different from Rapunzel's, but no less special, right? That's what it feels like.

Cassandra cracks a smile as Elsa acts out the manner of a prince. The kind Cassandra had seen at royal galas time and again, all straight postures and perfect hair. None of them had ever gotten her to dance.]

Well... I guess the frogs would be sad if we didn't put their teachings to good use.

[This is silly! But... Sometimes silly is okay. So, Cassandra accepts Elsa's hand with a demure, little curtsey. Just to continue the mimicry.]

So, how about a simple waltz?