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"Kristoff!" Blue sparkled at him. Speed, fire, a howl in the night. Pain. His name called, but it was wrong.
"Princess Anna." He felt awkward. He should bow or something. Why was she here? Was he allowed to ask? Her confidence faltered in his formality.
"I brought Sven some carrots. I think you hurt his feelings, leaving him here all alone." Her smile slipped from her face. "Did I do something wrong? I thought…" Mittens pushed hair away from her face. My sister will fix it. Assurance fading.
"I don't understand." His head pounded. Sven grunted and snorted beside him. "Have you been following me?" She gulped at his sharp tone.
"When Elsa said… She told me you ran away after I… I died. She said you cried. I thought you… We thought you…" The words were stuck in her head. He felt his heart clinch. The clang of steal against ice. A thin crack spreading, crumbling. Pieces, too many pieces.
"Who are you?" His voice was breathless, even to his own ears. He forgot propriety, forgot he stood among a family of trolls.
"I'm Anna. Don't you—" She pivoted, staring down Grand Pabbie. "Doesn't he remember?"
"I'm sorry, Princess. He was so distraught. We didn't know." Grand Pabbie's face looked strange.
"Wait, what?" The words fell from his lips. Hanging from a mountain, soft moss, glowing stones. Snow like crystals hanging in the trees. Pain pounded in his temples. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Does anyone want to explain?"
