i. ii. iii. iv. v. vi. vii. viii. ix.

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         She’s read somewhere about him, about his kind.
         He doesn’t seem like anyone else in her town, and
         maybe that’s how she figured it out. Or maybe Anna
         is just losing her mind to the fabricated dreams of
         a little girl.

         But Anna didn’t feel so little anymore, and she had
         definitely grown up after—-but she didn’t want
         to think of that now. Not with her wedding so close at
         hand.

         Her curiosity got the better of her though, and wondered,
         if briefly, she was wrong about him. His walk said differently
         though, his head held higher than a commoners would.
         Maybe she was right. And as she walked over to the man,
         Anna would find out.

         “Excuse me, sir… but I’ve never seen you around
         Arendelle before… do you hail from a different town? Or
         maybe I’m just blind," a laugh escapes her but quickly
         dies down.