"Would you like to visit Mrs. Pedersen?" Mrs. Bakke asked Anna. "Her main business is selling love potions."
"We're good, thanks," Kristoff said.
Anna patted his leg reassuringly. "I don't think there's anything we need, but I'm always happy to meet new people."
Mrs. Bakke nodded and led them out of her cottage, and up along the nearby road, which was little more than a path worn into the dirt through the woods.
They stopped in a clearing that was dark despite the bright sunshine everywhere else that day. The wind blew dry leaves around the door.
"Here we are."