Sorry for the wait. I'll submit myself for public shaming. Graduation and moving and job and whatnot kicked my booty.
Disclaimer: I don't own Frozen or DW.
Kristoff groaned. The acrid smell of salt and woodrot gave him a headache that split his brain like he'd been kicked by a horse, and the swaying ground made his stomach lurch. His arms were numb from being bound around the support beam at his back for so long, but at least he couldn't feel the splinters digging through his tunic anymore.
"How are you holding up, Ice Block? You ready to throw up, too?" Kristoff asked without looking at Elsa, expecting yet another snarky groan or huff.
He scowled when a handful of minutes went by without a response. "Elsa? Hey, are you there? Don't tell me they kicked the smart out of your ass. Or are you just ignoring me?"
Labored breaths were Elsa's answer, and Kristoff immediately straightened up. It was almost too dark to see her on the opposite side of the cabin since there was only a small candle by the door for light. "Woah, what's wrong? Come on, Frosty, talk to me. I'm right here—"
Oh, crap. I forgot she's claustrophobic, Kristoff thought, his stomach sinking. Gods, please don't freeze us, please don't freeze us…
It took his eyes an unnecessary long minute to adjust and find her. Shadows clung to the shape-shifter like chains, making her limp form look even smaller in her cage and making it hard for Kristoff to determine if the dark spots littering her face and torn tunic were blood or dirt. She was muzzled and collared like an animal and chained so heavily that it didn't surprise him that she had barely moved since their captors threw them in there.
Alarm crawled under Kristoff's skin when he saw that Elsa was flushed crimson and glistening with thick beads of sweat even though it was freezing. Her face twisted in an intense scowl while her chest heaved.
"Calm down, Elsa. Just—Just try to take deep breaths, okay? Can you do that for me?" Kristoff gently asked, trying not to panic when Elsa started struggling—tried to start struggling. She could barely manage a mild squirm, and the cuffs around her ankles and the thick manacles encasing her hands and binding her forearms behind her back at a painful angle guaranteed she wouldn't move too much, anyways. "Please, Elsa, you have to calm down. You're going to hurt yourself—"
Kristoff's words were drowned by the door slamming open.
"Hello there, you two!" Crow boomed, his large frame eclipsing the doorway. "Enjoyin' yer trip so far?!"
Elsa froze. The shot of fear twisting her gut from the ebony-haired man's presence easily trumped the feeling of the walls closing in around her.
"What the hell do you want?" Kristoff spat at Crow and the other large man with him.
Crow didn't even acknowledge Kristoff's existence as he sauntered towards Elsa. He smugly met her glare as he loomed over her, grinning when she tried—and failed—to back even further into her corner. She couldn't run from him now, and seeing her stubborn eyes trying to hide the primal fear of being so utterly exposed to her enemy made Crow's chest swell with a joy he hadn't felt in a very long time.
"Ahhh, this brings back old memories, don't it?" Crow said as he fondly patted the top of the cage. Elsa flinched from the metal thumps. "You're right back where you're supposed ta be. I hope you like yer room. I made extra sure to get yer cage and cabin the right size since I know how much you love cozy little places."
"Get away from her, you lousy son of a—!" Kristoff's yell turned to a wheeze when the man who came in with Crow punched him in the gut. A gag was forced into his mouth before he could recover.
Elsa muffled something to Kristoff, but Crow interrupted by crouching in front of her and unlocking the cage. "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty…," he taunted, offering his hand. "Wanna come out and play?"
Elsa glared harder and curled into herself as much as she could, but Crow just laughed and grabbed her ankle, dragging her out and tossing her on the floor on her stomach.
Elsa shook as she struggled to get up even though some part of her knew it was useless to try. She could barely lift herself a few inches off the ground before her muscles gave out, the exertion leaving her panting.
Crow crouched by her head, and Elsa forced her eyes open to glare at him in her periphery. "What's wrong? You not feelin' so good?" Crow cooed. He patted her shoulder. "Come, now, sit up. Stig, won't you help the poor lass?"
Stig grabbed the back of Elsa's tunic and yanked her into a sitting position. He kneeled behind her, locking his arms around her torso. Elsa twisted and tried to struggle, but Stig tightened his grip until her ribs groaned.
Crow kneeled over her. "What was that?" he asked, holding a hand to his ear. "You got somethin' ta say?" He unbuckled Elsa's muzzle and tore it off. Elsa snarled at him, her glazed eyes struggling to be more than half-lids. "Don't be shy, lass. Speak up. What, not gonna snap at me today?" He grabbed her jaw and strained her neck to look at him, the blonde as malleable as wet river clay in his hand. "You feelin' a bit too tired?"
"The only…thing I'm tired of…is you," Elsa managed to say, her voice grated and hoarse. She promptly spat in Crow's face and used all her remaining strength to kick her knee up between his legs.
Wheezing, Crow released her to hold his bruised manhood, barely keeping himself from falling over. Stig tightened his grip, but Elsa was too busy smirking to notice him crushing her diaphragm.
"Boss, are you okay?" Stig asked.
Elsa chuckled at the red fury in Crow's face. "Con…Congratulations," she said, her tone saturated with just enough smugness to make Crow audibly grit his teeth. "If that hurt…then I guess that means you finally…did grow a pair—"
Crow's fist snapped against Elsa's jaw in a brutal punch. He pinned her legs under his before grabbing the front of her tunic, nearly yanked her out of Stig's hold.
"You're going to regret that, lass," he growled, his eyes promising pain.
"I regret a lot of things, but that…was definitely…not one of them." Elsa calmly raised her head and, despite her split lip, kept smirking. "You hit like a bitch."
Crow shook. His hand tightened on Elsa's tunic so much that the fabric started to constrict her throat, though she refused to look phased.
"Stop!" Kristoff yelled.
All eyes went to the blonde knight. He had managed to shimmy his gag off, and it hung around his neck. Elsa shot Kristoff a look in the corner of her eye telling him—begging him—to be quiet, but he continued, anyway. "Look, whatever you want with Elsa, just do it to me, okay? Beat me, kill me, whatever. I'll take it. Just let her go. Please."
"Shut the hell up, boy," Crow sneered. "You'll be dead soon enough. My men'll need some fresh chum to fish with, so you won't have long to wait."
Elsa growled, though the sound struggled to rise in her chest. "Don't you touch him. He…He has nothing to do with this."
"A true guard dog 'till the end, aren't ya? That princess trained you well. Although…," Crow said, releasing Elsa's tunic and digging something out of his trenchcoat, "…it seems she couldn't break the wild out of you. Maybe a bit more of this will help do the trick?"
He pulled out a small vial, its thickly swirling orange liquid glistening with malicious possibility. Something familiar about it made the hairs on Elsa's neck stand on end.
"This is just a bit of somethin' I procured from a fella in the Southern Isles. Potent stuff, it is. Just a few drops shot into you made ya as weak as a babe. I only had to use one hand to help you onto my ship. Picked you up by yer scruff like you were a kit again. You even squirmed and mewled like one, too," he said, pinching Elsa's cheek. He held his chin in thought, his voice mocking. "Y'know, the same stuff was used on your bitch mother if I'm ta believe my seller. Funny coincidence, that. Wish I'd known about this crap years ago."
Elsa bared her teeth in a snarl, and Crow laughed. "Don't worry, lass. I watered it down, so it can't knock ya clean out like what's-his-face's did to her. I wanted ta make sure you couldn't fall asleep in yer kennel since I know you love how cozy it is. In fact, I believe it's time fer another dose." He bit off the cork and swirled the bottle in Elsa's face. "Wouldn't want you gettin' too riled up, now, would we?"
Elsa tried not to look as scared as she felt, but a slip of terror melted her confident facade. Just the scent of the serum burned her throat as it rolled over her tongue. Her instincts screamed at her to get away, and Crow reveled in how her attempts to escape forced her further into Stig's arms.
"Now, now, don't be so fussy. You gotta take yer medicine, lass. We both know what'll happen if I don't keep you tame. It's for yer own good."
"Fuck you," Elsa spat.
Crow grabbed Elsa's mandible. A cruel smirk curled from ear to ear when Elsa's struggles became increasingly frantic the closer he brought the serum to her. "My deepest apologies for not havin' a spoonful of sugar to wash it down. I'm told it burns like hell."
Crow pinched the hinge of Elsa's jaw, forcing her mouth open. He poured in the orange serum and slammed her mouth shut before she could spit it out. Elsa tossed her head, but Crow easily forced it to tilt back, pinning it against Stig's chest.
"Isn't this so much more fun than a shot, lass? Now, be a good girl and—"
"Stop!" Kristoff yelled. "You're—!"
Stig quickly punched him with one hand before holding Elsa down again. "Shut your trap, blondie!"
Elsa weakly struggled, unable to stop a distressed whine when Crow covered her nose. Her reddened face bordered on violet the longer she held out, her mind struggling to cling to consciousness.
Eventually, Elsa stilled, too exhausted to put up a meaningful fight and quickly caving to the lack of air. Crow's mocking laughter made her heart fall into her stomach when she finally swallowed, her throat bobbing against the thick collar hugging her neck.
Elsa coughed and gasped greedy mouthfuls of air when Crow decided to release her. Pained tears stung her eyes, and her head slumped against her chest. The sight made Crow smile, and he patted her cheek. "Such a good girl. That wasn't so hard, now was it?" He shoved the muzzle back on before Elsa could respond or finish catching her breath. He buckled it too tight, making her wince, before grabbing her arm and dragging her back to the cage.
"What's your real end game, Quade?" Kristoff asked as Crow and Stig headed for the door. "What do you want with us—with Elsa?"
"It ain't that complicated, boy. Yer both gonna be dead when I'm done." Crow glanced at Elsa, and a wicked smile split his face in a sneer. "I've been dyin' ta put that beast down fer a long time."
The door slammed shut, the wake of wind nearly blowing out the lone candle.
Kristoff looked at his friend. Elsa coughed on the remnants of the serum and tried pushing herself up against the side of the cage in a proper sitting position, but her shaking muscles gave out and made her slump into the corner.
"Hey, hang in there, Elsa," Kristoff said, forcing a smile. Elsa dragged her eyes up to meet his. "Anna's probably raising hell back home. I wouldn't be surprised if she has the entire Arendelle Navy looking for us. We'll be okay."
Elsa huffed a laugh that fell into a string of coughs. Her body limply relaxed against the thick steel bars of the cage, her eyes threatening to close while nervously glancing between the walls.
Well, at least she's not panicking like before…I think, Kristoff thought. I guess I wouldn't be able to tell, anyway. If she can't move or talk, then she's just trapped in her own mind.
He sighed, rolling his head against the support beam he was bound to. Come on, Red. Hurry up. I don't know how much more your girlfriend can take.
"You need to get some sleep, Anna."
Gerda's gentle voice echoed in the empty library, but Anna didn't look up. She glued her eyes to the detailed map in front of her through the firelight and moonlight. Dozens of markers and flags representing merchant routes and blockades and sea-paths and past Arendelle and Southern Isle ship attacks that Crow had been a part of littered the tan parchment. One of Anna's hands petted Olaf and Marshmallow, the wolf pups asleep in their basket on the table held close to her middle, while the other drummed on the ancient hardwood.
Gerda hadn't left Anna's side since Fredrik was taken down, a clean arrow shot through his eye while he was holding her hostage finally ending his madness a few hours ago. She only left for three minutes to grab Anna something to eat—a small bowl of walnuts.
Anna didn't eat nuts, though. And she knew Gerda knew it. She had to thank the handmaid later for giving her fidgeting hands something to crush.
"At least take a break to change your clothes," Gerda said. She tentatively stepped towards her. "And maybe a quick bath to help clear your head. I have Kai drawing the water."
Oh, right. Anna almost forgot about that. She had rushed through the dozens upon dozens of protocols and security assignments and deploys for snuffing a potential coup and finding her two blondes—her lover and her brother—that she forgot to change her dress.
It didn't matter, though. Not really. Her winter dress was dark green, so Fredrik's dried blood camouflaged into the fabric.
At length, Anna didn't respond to Gerda. She thumbed the silver nutcracker in her hand before crushing another walnut, letting its shell drop to the floor and putting its flesh back in the bowl.
*Crunch*
Gerda sighed. "Dear, your father wouldn't—"
"My father put me in charge until he recovers, so let me be in charge," Anna said, her dead voice cold and grey and laden with a tension Gerda hadn't heard before.
"You know he wouldn't want you doing this."
"And I didn't want him getting out of bed and trying to deal with a national crisis his body can't handle, yet here we are." Anna drew a line between two points on the map. "Is he still passed out?"
"Yes. He is." Gerda rubbed her hands together to fight off the cold. "Anna dear, you have every available man and ship looking for them. We'll find them. It's only a matter of time."
"It isn't only a matter of time if time is the only thing that matters." Anna glanced at the wolf pups, the two of them fast asleep after a day of crying from the ruckus and missing their blonde mom. "And I don't care about finding them. I care about bringing them home. Alive."
"Of course. I have no doubt they will be."
"A lunatic snuck into the castle and managed to get close enough to me to nearly kill me during a live, heavily guarded audience and spark national panic, and Elsa and Kristoff were tricked by an engineer and taken by a man who had failed to catch her for over thirteen years. Today is not a day to be jumping to conclusions, Gerda."
Gerda prepared a counter-argument—feeble as it may have been—but the library doors opened before she had the chance to deliver it.
A group of guards dragged a disgruntled and very bruised group of men inside. There were seven in total, including Galan, and they were all forced to their knees.
Anna still didn't look away from the map.
"Your Highness," said Captain Reylin, saluting to Anna's back. He was a tall, broad man built like a bear and nearly just as furry, his thick beard pooling over his breast. "Here are the prisoners as per your orders. But may I ask why you wanted them out of the dungeons? And in the library, no less? They—"
"No."
"No?"
"No, you may not ask, captain."
"…Of course. Please forgive me, Your Highness. I didn't mean to question you. It won't happen again."
"I trust it won't. Did they say anything useful?"
"No, Your Highness. Those who did talk gave nothing we didn't already know. Galan holds all our answers, it seems, which is no surprise, but he's spitting nothing but insults. The rest of them were just following his orders—not given details for in case they were caught."
"I thought so. Well, there's no use in taking them back to the dungeons right now. Old methods never yield new answers." Anna nodded her head to an empty chair near her. "Tie Galan to that chair. We're overdue for a talk, he and I."
Reylin blinked, and a few of the guards looked at each other. "Um…right away, Your Highness."
Galan snarled as they tied his hands and feet to the posts of the chair. The remaining prisoners cursed and struggled as he was pulled away from them, but they were swiftly silenced and gagged.
Anna gently pushed Olaf and Marshmallow's basket an arms-length away. When she turned around and leaned against the table, a shiver ran up Gerda's spine. The political grin and immaculate air of nonchalance the princess so effortlessly cloaked herself in was unnerving, and the temperature in the room felt like it dropped even though the fireplace was blazing.
"Walnut?" Anna asked. She picked up the crystal bowl of walnuts and walnut flesh and offered it in Galan's direction.
Galan's dirtied face screwed up in a scowl. "…What?"
"Walnut. Do you want one? I don't like them. Hate them, actually. But I always liked cracking them open. It's quite satisfying—almost therapeutic. I saved the insides just for you. Here. Don't be shy."
"How stupid do you think I am?" Galan sneered.
"You really don't want me to answer that." Anna put the bowl down and methodically cracked a walnut and put its insides back in the bowl. *Crunch* She gave Galan an almost pitied look, like he was a leper refusing medicine. "Are you sure you don't want one? You see, I've got this horrible feeling I'm going to have to kill you; I thought you might appreciate a snack first." She huffed a short laugh. "Who am I kidding, I am going to have to kill you because—y'know—treason and everything, but how long that process is drawn out is entirely up to you." *Crunch* "Aren't you lucky?"
Galan spat at her feet and promptly received two punches in return by the guards at his sides.
Anna ruefully looked at the spittle on the bottom of her dress, ignoring the obvious traces of dried blood that were beside it. "Well, that was rude. You ruined my dress."
"I knew getting rid of that monster would break its curse on you, but your mind as well?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about." *Crunch* "I'm completely sane."
Anna sighed and waved a dismissive hand, crossing her arms. "Right, right, I get it, you're impatient to get down to business. So, tell me, Galan, why did you do it? What drove you to betray Arendelle after so many years of loyal service?" The first curtain of Anna's innocent mask lifted, and the moonlight cut her features into something deadly. "And how did Fredrik—a banished, recognizable nobleman's son—infiltrate the castle and manage to get close enough to nearly kill me?"
"I didn't betray Arendelle! You did!" Galan spat. "I won't apologize for what I did because I protected our nation where you failed it!"
One of the guards punched him. "How dare you talk to the Princess like that!"
Galan spat some blood out of his mouth before continuing. "That monster tore apart out capital, and you invited it into the castle! You knighted it! You let it court you! You even had the gall to let that animal mark you as its own—!"
Another punch from Reylin into his gut silenced his rant into wheezes.
Anna's nails dug into her arm. Hard.
"My father taught me to always be kind, especially as ruler, because once you're mean, nobody'll believe you're kind anymore." Her voice cut the room like a blade of ice, the fire in her eyes doing nothing to warm its wake. "I tried being kind. I really, really tried. But I ran out of mercy a few hours ago, so if you deny Elsa the decency of her humanity one more damn time, I will have Reylin cut out your tongue with hot pincers and shove it down your throat."
Galan huffed. "Only a fool throws around threats, and only another fool is frightened by them. Try as you might with this confident facade, but I know you, Princess Anna. I've been in this castle since you were a girl. You're just as incompetent and spineless as you were then. And now with that beast that was so precious to you gone, you're falling apart. She manipulated you like you were a puppet, and I cut the strings. She changed you. Infected you. Irreparably." He shook his head. "It's a tragedy that the royal bloodline has crumbled so."
They stared at each other for a long minute before Anna spoke, her voice low and chipped like the hissing snarl of some large predator. "You're right. Elsa did change me. She's made me realize new strengths I never knew I had, and knowing her has only made me understand myself better.
"So, yeah. Congratulations. You're right. Elsa is very precious to me. But do you know what else she is, Galan? Not here." Anna pushed off the table and stalked towards Galan. The tension in her shoulders made her coil up like a viper about to strike, and the engineer shrunk under her glare the closer she got. "And if you think that because Elsa is gone that I am weak then you understand very little about who I am now. And if you—if any of you—," she said, glancing at the other prisoners, "have any part in hurting her and you are not afraid, then you understand nothing at all about me."
She planted her hands on his forearms and got in his face. "So, for your own sakes, understand this: I am your Princess. I have your now very short lives in my hands. I am going to get you to tell me what I want, and I am not going to kill you—which I promise will be the greatest and only mercy you will get from me—until I do. Now, how did Fredrik get into the castle? And where did Crow take Elsa and Kristoff?"
"I haven't the faintest idea. I never had the pleasure of making Lord Fredrik's acquaintance. And maybe you should blow a dog whistle and follow the sound of your lost pet's barks? That will surely find her. Or do I have your roles reversed in thinking she's your bitch?"
Anna back-handed him, and Galan's head snapped against the back of the chair. "Don't play games with me, Galan. You hurt two people I love—that is not a safe place to stand," Anna nearly snarled. "Now, how did Fredrik get into the castle? And where did Crow take Elsa and Kristoff?"
Galan straightened, his face flushing red. He could only hold her glare for a few seconds before looking away, his lips pursed in silent refusal.
Anna stood and glared down at him. "I tried to talk. I want you to remember that," she said before walking back to her table.
"Your Highness, would you like us to take them back to the dungeons for more interrogation?"
"Don't bother with the trip, Reylin."
"I beg your pardon?"
"There's no better time than now and no better place than here to do what needs to be done." She picked up the nutcracker and tossed it to Reylin. "Break his fingers. Idle hands are the devil's work, and he'll be pretty idle in the dungeons, so let's not leave him vulnerable to hellish influence again."
Reylin fumbled to catch the nutcracker, and he and Galan both looked at her dumbly. "Here, Your Highness? Forgive me for saying, but…but methods like this aren't something you have to see—"
"Captain," Anna bit out as she reclined against the table. "That is an order. Not a suggestion."
"…Yes…Your Highness." Reylin gave her one more uneasy look before pinning Galan's hand and putting his little finger in the jaws of the nutcracker.
Anna almost smiled at how fast the color left Galan's face, his bravado shattering like thin glass while he squirmed in his seat. "Y-You must be joking. This is completely barbaric—"
"Slowly, captain," Anna dully said. "Slowly."
"You're insane!"
"What can I say? Having my loved ones threatened seems to bring out the worst in me."
Galan gaped at her before a scream tore from his throat, his finger breaking with a meaty crunch.
"Wait!" he cried. "Wait! Wait! I-I'll tell you!"
"How did Fredrik get into the castle?" Anna calmly asked.
"It was Edgar's plan! He got Fredrik in! Got him the uniform and the papers and everything! H-He said he had a friend who could forge the stuff!"
Anna nodded to Reylin. He crushed Galan's ring finger, making it as distorted as the first.
*Crunch*
"Ah! W-We just had to smuggle Fredrik through the servant's quarters! And I had to get the beast to the shipyard before you were done with your hearings! I swear I don't know what else Edgar did!"
"Where did Crow take Elsa and Kristoff?"
"I don't know!" *Crunch* "Please, stop! Stop! I swear I don't know! Edgar just said he would get rid of her! I-I-I think he headed west!" Galan whimpered. "Ser Kristoff wasn't part of the plan!"
Reylin looked to Anna for the next order, speaking when she didn't say anything. "Your Highness?"
Anna closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Take him away. Take them all away. I want them back here in two hours if they don't give any more information, and keep purging the castle staff until all of them are weeded out. Don't stop persuading this lot into talking until I say so."
"As you wish, Your Highness."
"I—I-I'll die a martyr!" Galan cried as he was dragged out. "I rid Arendelle of its cancer and saved it from being destroyed from the inside out—!"
The door slammed, Galan's self-righteous shouts becoming muffled and far away.
Anna didn't move. She just stood there reclined on the table, arms crossed and glaring holes into the doors.
Gerda shifted her weight through the silence, watching the princess melt to statue-like stillness. She tentatively stepped towards her, trying to touch her shoulder.
"Dear—"
Anna tore away and threw the bowl of walnuts into the nearest bookshelf. The antique crystal bowl from however many generations ago shattered into a shower of glass. Olaf and Marshmallow stirred, whining at the sharp noise, and Gerda hoped the heavy security detail anxiously guarding the library doors wouldn't come rushing in.
"Oh, Anna…," Gerda said. She hesitated before putting a comforting hand on her arm, the redhead flinching like her touch was a hot poker. Her shoulders heaved like a bull about to charge, her shaking hands balling into fists.
Thick tears welled up in Anna's eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She bit her tongue until she could faintly taste copper.
This was all her fault, after all. And now she could do next to nothing to stop it. She couldn't comfort her people because she didn't know how deep Galan's sympathizers to a coup ran, she didn't know how to even begin looking for Kristoff and Elsa besides starting west—
Elsa.
Elsa was probably terrified. And gods know what Crow was doing to her and Kristoff…
"Oh, I'm so sorry, dear…," Gerda said, softly rubbing Anna's back when she trembled. "I know you miss them dearly—I do, too—but you mustn't lose faith. They're both strong. They'll be fine. Besides, Elsa wouldn't let a simple kidnapping keep her from you. She's far too stubborn."
Anna bit her tongue harder. She knew Gerda was right. Her father was right, too. They would find them, eventually. But the battle between what she knew and what she felt was one she was just barely winning.
…Although, if they were found dead or alive was a different matter, and just thinking about it made Anna's stomach turn.
"Come here," Gerda said, turning Anna and wrapping her in a hug. Anna didn't move immediately, so Gerda guided her head to her shoulder and rubbed her back, reminding Anna of all the times she held her as a girl during lightning storms. "Everything will be okay, dear. Don't you worry. We'll find them."
Anna knew that. She also knew she had to be strong. She had to be a good leader—it was her duty. Elsa was gone, but the royal family was also attacked. Her people were afraid again, and Arendelle needed her to be strong, especially with her father out of commission.
But she couldn't. Galan was right. Elsa had given her so much strength, but she was also her greatest weakness.
Anna indulged in the hug for only a moment before pulling out of Gerda's arms. "Thanks, Gerda. But…But I really need to get back to work."
Gerda frowned. "Anna—"
"Please. Just let me be." She turned back to the map, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand though it didn't get rid of her blurry vision. "…Please."
Gerda sighed defeatedly and curtsied. "Yes, Your Highness."
The doors shut again, and Olaf and Marshmallow's cries increased. Anna rested one of her hands between them for them to cuddle into and calm them down. She wanted to just take them and go to bed, but she had work to do. Elsa needed her. Everyone needed her.
Anna didn't realize she was crying until her tears dropped onto the map in fat puddles.
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-REKA
