Chapter 8

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Anna POV

He is standing there. At the doorway of the ballroom.

Everyone freezes up and looks at him.

"Well, well...a proposal..." he says.

"What do you want?! I thought I told the guards to keep you away from here!" Elsa shouts.

"I took care of them," he says.

"Get out!" Elsa uses her icy blast but he stops it. Looks like he has powers too. From the old women.

"Listen, I'm not here to hurt anybody. I have something to tell."

Everybody wants to her what he has to say.

"Anna, sweet Anna... you look a little angry and scared there, are you...alright?"

I stare at him with anger and fear.

Oh no.

"Why don't you take off your glove, I mean, he can't put a ring on finger with the glove on. Right?" He does have a point.

"But I haven't given my answer..." I say.

"Well, tell us."

I turn back to Kristoff.

"Kristoff, my answer is...

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