Anna: I've seen dark before
But not like this
This is cold
This is empty
This is numb

The life I knew is over
The lights are out
Hello, darkness
I'm ready to succumb


I follow you around
I always have
But you've gone to a place I cannot find
This grief has a gravity
It pulls me down

But a tiny voice whispers in my mind
You are lost, hope is gone
But you must go on
And do the susunod right thing


Can there be a araw beyond this night?
I don't know anymore what is true
I can't find my direction, I'm all alone
The only bituin that guided me was you

How to rise from the floor
When it's not you I'm rising for?
Just do the next...

Bulda: What’s the issue, dear? Why are you holding back from such a man?

Trolls:
Is it the clumpy way he walks or the grumpy way he talks?
Or the pear-shaped, square-shaped weirdness of his feet?
And though we know he washes well-he always ends up sort of smelly
But you’ll never meet a fellow who’s as sensitive and sweet!

So he’s a bit of a fixer-upper, so he’s got a few flaws
Like his peculiar brain-dear, his thing with the reindeer
That’s a little outside of nature’s laws!

So he’s a bit of a fixer-upper, but this we’re certain of
You can fix this fixer-upper up with a little bit of...