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

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It was just coincidence she was down by the docks today.
It’s not as if she woke up with the feeling of dread in her
stomach; it’s not like she knew this was going to happen.

But it happened. And there it was: a Southern Isles Ship
docked in the bay, and as she looked on, a man stepped
out–obviously one of HISbrothers, one of the twelve he
had.

Anna wanted to throw up. Her insides churned as she felt
this mornings breakfast attempt to make it’s way back out.

She wondered if she should turn around, go back into the
castle, possibly get back into bed. But then the man had
spotted her. And besides, Anna could do this–after all
she was a princess. If Elsa could deal with diplomats and
ice powers each day, Anna could handle a Southern Isles
boy.

With a wave of her hand, she tried tossing the newcomer
a slight smile–possibly more of a grimace.