[Jasmine managed to word the feeling perfectly, there. Someone that would sound like her when described (probably), but wouldn't actually be her, because she hasn't lived to be that person. But if Kristoff knew and loved that person... Maybe she'd fall short. She'd compete with herself, and that's just weird.

She's thankful for the change of topic. Her fingers, still pressed against her chest, tense into the fabric of her dress as a smile spreads across her face.]

Oh- no, not for that long. But he's wonderful! His name is Kristoff, we met three years ago when my sister- [She breaks off for a second, because how does she say this without raising more questions?] ah... She ran away from home, into a fierce blizzard. I went after her to find her, and Kristoff... He helped me every step of the way. I don't think I could've found Elsa without him. And sure, he was kind of gruff and patronizing, but that's only because he worries so much about others. He's got such a big heart!