Chapter 8: The Interview
Anna's POV
I walked into through the door after the most romantic afternoon I've ever been on. My Sheik, Kristoff, took me to the dinner out in the country. I couldn't wait to tell grandmama and cousin Anita.
"Grandmama, you will not believe…" I started to stay as I walked into the room.
Grandmama was sitting at the table. Anita was standing behind a blonde girl.
"Oh I'm sorry." I said
"It's fine, my dear. Come, sit."
I went and sat down with Grandmama.
The blonde girl continued.
"Uncle Torbjøern was from Grimstad, Uncle Morten, was from Bergen. And every winter…"
Grandmama interrupted her. "We would go up the mountain to the cabins. Have you got anything better to do?" She then shooed the girl away.
Anita showed her to the door.
"Don't worry grandmama, we'll find her. Elisia has to be out there somewhere."
"She's right." Anita said as she walked in. "We can't lose hope."
"No." Grandmama said. "My heart can't take it anymore. I've had enough. I will see no more girls claiming to be Elisia."
"But Grandmama…"
"No!"
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Elsa's POV
The boat pulled into the docks. I couldn't believe it. I was in Paris.
"Beautiful, isn't it." Jack said.
"Yes."
North came from behind.
"Let us be off then. Anita awaits."
We got off the boat and got a cab.
As the car drove through Paris, Jack started quizzing me.
"Where was Uncle Morten from?"
"What if Anita doesn't recognize me?" I asked.
"She will. You are Elisia."
I looked out the window.
"What's wrong Elsa?"
"Well three days ago I didn't have a past at all, and now I'm trying to remember an entire lifetime."
"Hats why you've got me. Now where was Uncle Morten from?"
"Grimstad?"
"Yes."
...
Jack's POV
We pulled up to the house of Anita. North basically jumped out of the car. I got out and helped Elsa out.
Olaf jumped out and ran to Elsa.
"You'll need to leave the dog outside."
We walked up to the door. North knocked of the door.
A maid answered the door.
"Oui monsieur?" she asked.
There was a squeal in the room. Someone pushed the maid aside and a full figured woman appeared.
She had brown hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a light blue dress.
She leaned up against the door as to present herself to North.
"Anita Anamaria Amoura!" North exclaimed as he grabbed her hand and started kissing it.
"Nicolas Saint North!" she said. "My, this is unexpected. But where are my manners? Come in."
She started pulling North in. Else and I followed. I shut the door just as Olaf tried to get in.
"So, what brings you to Paris, my darling?" Anita asked
North motioned Elsa to step forward.
"May I present, her royal highness, Princess Elisia Romanov of Arendelle."
Anita started circling Elsa.
"Well she looks like Elisia. But so did many of the other."
She motioned Elsa to take a seat. North sat by Anita. I stood by the fireplace.
"Where were you born?"
"In the Arendelle castle." Elsa answered.
"Correct. And how does Elisia like her tea?"
"I prefer hot water and lemon over tea."
"Good. How many siblings do you have?"
"Four. Oliver and Olivia were twins. Katrina was the second oldest. Then it was me. And last was Anastasia. Anna for short.
"Correct." Anita said, impressed.
I smiled. It was going well.
After an hour of questioning, Anita asked the final question.
"Finally you'll find this an impertinent question but indulge me. How did you escape during the siege of the palace?"
Fear ran through me. We never taught her about that. I realize the gig was up.
But the Elsa started to speak.
"There was a boy. A boy who worked in the palace. He opened up a wall. And that's how we got out. But that does sound pretty crazy, walls opening and all."
My fear turned to realization. It was her. This was the real Elisia.
"Well, is she the princess?" North asked Anita.
"Well, she answered every question."
"You hear that child. You did it." North said as he ran over and gave her a hug. I walked out of the room. I listened from the other room.
"Now when do we meet with the Empress and Anastasia?" North asked.
"You don't."
"Come again, my pet?" North asked.
"The Empress won't allow it."
I walked outside. I now knew that Elsa was the princess. I did care about the money. All I wanted was to get her back to her family. Because she deserved it.
"We did it. We're to see the Royal highness tonight."
"North wait."
"We're going to get the ten million rubles."
"North she is the princess."
"Elsa did amazing. I almost believed her. And Anita did." North shouted with joy.
Elsa ran outside with us.
"Anita wants to take us shopping for the ballet. Shopping in Paris, can it be true?"
...
Later that day, we were out shopping. Elsa came out in a light blue flapper dress. She came up and grabbed my arm.
A man called out. "Lovers."
North and Anita came out of the store. Anita was wearing a yellow dress with a green jacket. North was wearing a yellow and blue suit.
"Oh la la." A lady called out. Anita ran over an bought a couple flowers from her.
Welcome, my friends, to Paris.
Here, have a flower on me.
Forget where you're from.
You're in France!
Children, come!
I'll show you that French joie de vivre!
Paris holds the key to your hear.
And all of Paris plays a part.
Just stroll two by two
Down what we call "la rue"
And soon all Paris
Will be singing to you!
Ooh La La
Ooh La La
Ooh La La!
Paris holds the key to l'amour!
And not even Freud knows the cure.
There's love in the air!
At the Follies Begere!
The French have it down to an art!
Paris hold the key to your heart!
Anita then took up to a club
When you're feeling blue
Come to Le Moulin.
When your heart says don't,
The French say do!
When you think you can't
You'll find you can can!
Everyone can can can!
You can can can too!
Once we sat down, Anita kicked her shoe off. North scrambled through the performers to retrieve it.
Whee!
Whee!
Whee!
Then a man came up and asked Elsa to dance. I watched her dance.
Paris hold the key to her past.
Yes, Princess, I've found you at last.
No more pretend,
You'll be gone,
That's the end...
We then left the dance club and continued to shop.
Paris hold the key
To your heart!
You'll be "très jolie" and so smart!
Come dance through the night
And forget all your woes
The city of light
Where a rose is a rose!
And one never knows what will start!
Paris
Holds the key...
To her...
Heart!
Ooh La La!
Ooh La La!
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