p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 5px; text-indent: 36px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue';"emPRESENT DAY/em/p
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p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 5px; text-indent: 36px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue';"The medic had gently set down a litter in a long row of others. The wounded and maimed quickly filling up the field where a bloody battle is taking place. One final effort is all that remains to retake Arendelle from the tyrant that rules from the spiraling icy castle. Either they would win here, or be completely destroyed. The general leading the forces had greatly underestimated how much support Queen Elsa really had. Now, they were all paying for class="Apple-converted-space" /span/p
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p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 5px; text-indent: 36px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue';"So much carnage…Kristoff's attention had been interrupted by the booming of a nearby cannon. For hours, the entire line of cannons had been hammering away at the walls surrounding the capital city. Each hit sent chucks of ice flying everywhere. But just as quickly as the damage was done, it was replaced by new layers of magical ice. Kristoff feared they would run out of ammunition long before Queen Elsa ever ran out of ice. No small class="Apple-converted-space" /span/p
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p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 5px; text-indent: 36px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue';"emMANY, MANY YEARS AGO/em/p
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