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This isn't gonna work.
My eyes are closed and I'm waiting for the kiss of the prince who could save my life. A true love's kiss, that's all I need.
But here I am, seeing his caramel eyes taking care of me, his worried expression looking how I get into the castle, his tender and mocking smirk… longing for his warmth, for his words, for his presence… Damn it! Why had Elsa to be right? Why was he too? As much as Hans loves me, my feelings for him definitely aren't true love. I know it now. I knew it when Kristoff said we had got to get to Hans.
Why didn't I say anything? Why I'm here? Shame maybe? Pride? Or perhaps I was just afraid of knowing the truth? Kristoff doesn't love me. Why would he? The only thing I've done is give him trouble. And now I'm gonna die. Fine.
This is like it is. This is it.
"Oh, Anna. If only there was someone out there who loved you."
And… just getting better.