~Chapter 9~
Marcus
I wandered through Arendelle aimlessly just trying to find anyone. I had never felt so alone in my life. I swear I could sometimes hear their voices, but they were always so faint like it was coming from a long tunnel echoing back to me. My movements were like a hallucinogenic trip like I was floating around Arendelle. It was the Arendelle I knew, but then I was suddenly flown over to the Kalde ruins. It looked different to me than when I last saw it. I flew down the various halls and passageways that were unknown to me, still keeping my hope alive that I would find someone here, anyone. I came to a large library where a large, mahogany desk stood in the middle with a leather bound book lay open. I recognized this journal as the late King Agnarr's. The entry read about the day Agnarr met my birth parents and my uncle. Though I grew curious when Agnarr wrote that James sometimes went by his middle name. Rolf