The boy chuckled, turning around to face Elsa. "Oh, I picked up a stray in the foyer," he added. "The nurse wouldn't tell her what room Anna was in – patient privacy, and all that – so I helped her out with my amazing detective skills!"The younger girl scoffed from her position on the bed before Elsa could as what kind of 'stray' he was referring to. "Detective skills? I texted you the room number, doofus," she exclaimed.Kristoff waved a hand. "Semantics," he leaned towards the door. "You can come in now, Belle! Nobody's dead or bleeding!" He glanced back at Anna. "Yet!"Belle?Elsa whipped her head to the side just as the girl entered the room, holding a book against her chest. The brunette shot her a soft smile, before waving at Anna. "Hi Anna," she said, politely. "Um, sorry for coming unannounced. Elsa told me you were having surgery on your ankle and I just wanted to come and wish you a speedy recovery."Elsa looked over at her sister, waiting for her reaction. Anna said nothing, simply glaring at the girl.