Frozen (I) (2013)
Maia Wilson: Bulda
King : Please, help! It's my daughter!
[the Rock trolls roll into the valley]
Gothi - Troll Priest : It's the king!
Young Kristoff : Trolls?
[the rock Kristoff is hiding behing turns out to be a female troll named Bulda]
Bulda : Shush! I'm trying to listen!
[Sven licks Bulda's right cheek]
Bulda : Cuties, I'm going to keep you!
[Bulda hugs young Kristoff and Sven to her cheeks]
Pabbie : [the King of Arendelle kneels] Your Majesty. Born with the powers, or cursed?
King : Born, and they're getting stronger.
[the Queen hands Anna to Pabbie for examination]
Pabbie : Here, here.
[Pabbie puts his hand to Anna's forehead]
Pabbie : You were lucky it wasn't her heart; the heart is not so easily changed, but the head can be persuaded.
King : Do what you must.
Pabbie : I recommend we remove all magic... even memories of magic, to be safe. But don't worry, I'll leave the fun.
[Pabbie puts his hands on Anna's forehead]
Pabbie : She will be okay.
Young Elsa : But she won't remember I have powers?
King : It's for the best.
Pabbie : Listen to me, Elsa: your power will only grow. There is beauty in it...
[the trolls ooh and aah at the magical Aurora Borealis-like sky shadows]
Pabbie : But also great danger. You must learn to control it... fear will be your enemy.
King : No, we'll protect her. She can learn to control it, I'm sure. Until then, we'll lock the gates, we'll reduce the staff, we will limit her contact with people, and keep her powers hidden from everyone... including Anna.
Bulda : Let me see: bright eyes, working nose, strong teeth! Yes, yes! She'll do nicely for our Kristoff!
Anna : Wait, um... no.
Kristoff : You've got the wrong idea; no, that's not why I brought her here.
Anna : Right, we're not - I mean, I'm not...
Bulda : What's the issue, dear? Why are you holding back from such a man?
Bulda : ["Fixer Upper" begins] Is it the clumpy way he walks?
Kristoff : What?
Cliff : Or the grumpy way he talks?
Girl Troll : Or the pear-shaped, square shaped weirdness of his feet?
Kristoff : Hey!
Troll : And though we know he washes well, he always ends up sort of smelly,
Bulda : But you'll never meet a fella, who's as...
Anna : [interrupting] That's nice, but...
Kristoff : [rolling on a rock troll] Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Troll : Like his peculiar brain, deer
Singing Troll : His thing with the reindeer,
Kristoff : This is not about me!
Kristoff : Can we please stop talking about this? We've got a real, actual problem here!
Bulda : I'll say! So tell me, dear:
Bulda : [song resumes] Is it the way that he runs scared,
Troll : Or that he's socially impaired,
Girl Troll : Or that he only likes to tinkle in the woods?
Anna : [interrupting] I did not need to know that.