Anna and Kristoff watched the old woman walk through the graveyard, wiping off graves and pulling away nearby weeds. She acknowledged them when she arrived, but otherwise seemed unimpressed with them, only concerned with the task at hand.

Finally, she stopped, looking around at her work.

"Excuse me," Anna said, "but who are you?"

"You may call me Mrs. Bakke," the woman told her. "I know who you are, of course."

Anna nodded. "Mrs. Bakke, what is this place?"

"St. Sunniva. Don't expect any scary stories from me, though. Everyone simply left."

"For where?"

"Abroad or in town, as always."