“YOU REALLY THOUGHT OLAF WAS going to die there, huh?” “He did die, Ollie. Elsa brought him back to life, thank fuck. I would’ve rioted.” I nearly cut off the circulation to her hand by gripping it so tight while I waited, hoping the funny snowman would reappear. “Can you imagine if Disney movies were as cutthroat now as they were when we were growing up?” I shudder, squeezing her hand as we step outside. “There was so much trauma back then.”
