Anna saw that streets, squares, the castle itself, even the gates to the castle, were filled with great multitude of people, too much to count.

"How many are there?" she asked Jarvo.

"Around hundred thousand people are present in the capital, your highness." Jarvo answered.

"Hundred thousand?!" she couldn't believe. That was a giant number. City of Arendelle had just two times more citizens than that.

"How much is hundred thousand?" Olaf asked. He still couldn't understand the numbers very well. Anna found that cute.

"Oh, Olaf, it's hundred times thousand."

"Oh, I got it." he said, touching his nose. "Hey, Anna."

"What?" she asked.

"Did you ever ask yourself, is all this real?" Anna was confused by the question. Of course they are real, aren't they?

"What do you mean is this real? Of course it's real. Touch the stone and you'll see it's real."

"Well, it seems real to us." he said. Olaf then made a wise expression. "But...what if we are just a fragment of someone else's imagination? What if everything this is made to seem real to us, but it is, in truth, all just a tale that is made for someone to test his or her own imagination or to make it as a gift for someone or as an entertainment. And that in fact, we are just emotionless, dead and unimportant characters that are just puppets of someone who controls our choices and our very emotions and feelings?"

Anna thought about this a little. This theory sounded depressing and would make her a puppet with no free will. It would make everything she does or loves as meaningless, since she doesn't even feel these things, but is merely a tool by some evil force that uses her and all her neighbours as slaves. This...this would be terrible.

"Nah." Olaf returned to his regular smile. "I have silly ideas." and left Anna alone.

"At least he said something smart." Kristoff commented.

"Kristoff!" she punched him in the shoulder, he remained unmoved. She laughed at that.

"Don't be like that with him." she said.

"Anna, honestly, that snowman always has silly ideas." Rapunzel commented.

"Oh, and you?" she asked her cousin. "You who had no idea what the lights are?

"Hey!" she said, holding little Elsa close.

Anna shook her head. She noticed that Elsa was talking with Flynn on the place where flag of Arendelle was always flying.

"Now, you two go pretty well." she said.

"Well, she is my daughter's namesake, so..." he shrugged. "I'll spend life with an Elsa, won't I? So have to get used to it."

Elsa shook her head, smiling at him. "Eugene, you really need to learn how to talk to a queen."

"What the...what did I say wrong now?" he seemed to call Rapunzel, but Elsa laughed and hugged him assuredly.

"Nothing, Flynn, nothing!" she lied and patted him. "I am just joking a bit."

"Oh." he cleaned his forehead. "Goodness, I thought you were serious! You know, some kings and queens out there are willing to behead for a long look or word."

"Some." Elsa smiled. "But not me."

"Oh, I...I also had expectations, I mean, when I heard of your origin." she tucked hair behind her hair and started walking around the two. "I mean, I expected you are always gonna be lonely and all like, grim-faced and no smile. That you are gonna be..." she noticed Elsa and Flynn's strange looks at her.

Oh, my tongue is big like a ship, she thought to herself.

"I...I mean, nothing badly, I just had expectation like that because of..."

"Because of what." Olaf said, suddenly appearing in the middle of them, causing all three to jump. They all calmed when they saw it was just the snowman.

"For someone so...unique, you sure sneak in pretty well." Flynn said to him.

"Sneak in?" Olaf said. "I didn't sneak in, I just walked in."

"Yes, as you wish..." Flynn said. Then he turned to Anna again. "Because of?" he asked her. She didn't want to sound unfriendly or wrong...but her tongue was longer than a ship.

"Well, it's because..." she didn't finish because they all heard a loud neigh of a grey horse that was passing by them. The man behind the horse was Sigurd Frost, their uncle.

Anna was always scared of him as a child. His red eye and his black eye were always full of evil intent and coldness, and his white face seemed like that of dead man when she and Elsa were small. And his husky voice didn't make it better. Anna didn't want to greet him.

Elsa, however, as a queen, walked to greet their uncle. Anna approached Flynn a little closer. "...because of him." she whispered in his ear.

"Sigurd Blood-Eye?" he asked. What's up with those strange nicknames, she thought, but didn't say it.

"Yes." she just said and he nodded.

"Uncle, how are you today?" Elsa asked him. He however, didn't asnwer, but looked at Elsa and bowed his head.

"Your majesty." he said. Even when he says that, you can see he barely utters it, Anna thought.

"Let's put aside formality, uncle. We are family after all..."

"I am a bastard, your majesty." he said in a gruff voice. "I have nothing to do with you." Anna could feel his despise of their family. Elsa just swallowed, but was cold, as a queen should be.

"I...I believe you two haven't met yet." Elsa looked at both Sigurd and Flynn. "At least formaly. Eugene, this is our uncle, Sigurd Frost."

"My lord." he said.

"Uncle, this is our cousin, prince Eugene Fitzherbert." she said.

"A lowborn? Possibly another bastard, are you boy?" he asked in un-gentle voice. "No surprise. Arens have special 'affinity' for bastards." Flynn looked visibly uncomfortable. Elsa didn't try to make an argument.

"Uncle, we are going to the temple now, do you want to come with us?" Elsa asked kindly.

"No." he answered instantly, without any second thought.

"But, but...uncle, it's the festival."

"I don't think priests would like my presence, your majesty..." he said, before turning around. "...or that I would like theirs." and then he left them.

"Wow, your uncle is not in the mood, guys." Olaf said, as they almost forgot he was there.

"Olaf, he is never in the mood." Anna answered him.

As Elsa came closer to them, Flynn spoke up first. "And why does he have the right to say insult without getting anyone angry?" he had a small smile, and Anna rolled her eyes. Bad joke, she thought.

"Try to." Elsa answered him. "No one would dare to say anything to him. He is always..." Elsa stopped, trying to chose the word "...strange."

Strange? That is a weak word.

"Let's go, Eugene." Anna pulled him and Elsa waved at them. "Elsa?"

"You can go." she said. "I have other business."

Anna smiled, narrowing her eyes. "It's the surprise, isn't it?"

Elsa just waved away. "Bye, Anna!"

The people were gathered in the court of the temple and they were all standing in modest robes and things, even royalty and nobility, who were standing closest to the priests.

The priests started the service. One priest was given the task of burning the incense to all people. The incense was burned in a little, metal vessel called the censer, that hanged on three chains and had a sliding cover to keep the burning of charcoal. So he came out of the Holy and walked through the midst of people and burned the incense, blessing them with smoke that came out of the burnt incense. As he blessed them, they would bow their heads. People would step out of his way as he blessed them with incense, so he could go to everyone to bless them. He wore a plain, white priestly tunic, made of pure linen, that covered entire body from neck to feet, while his sleeves reached to the wrists, and a priestly sash, also white of color. He wore a cone-shaped turban on his head, also white of color.

When he was finished with going through them and blessing them with incense, he went into direction of Holy, but then he turned once more to them and blessed them with incense, and they all bowed their heads.

Monks were placed on the few small towers around the temple and were given the task of chanting the songs and some other praises to the Lord Ahanu. Their voice was deep, wise and beautiful.

Then, Asmund walked out in his High Priest's garment, and he was barefoot as the custom demanded during the festival and with his usual (or rather unusual) height. He had an embroidered tunic of pure linen. And his sash was blue, scarlet and purple.

Asmund then raised his hands, and monk stopped singing for a minute. He blessed the people and uttered the words:

"The Lord Ahanu is my breath and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?"

The moks chanted the same words, continued the song that contained those words and more. Asmund and other priests came out of the Holy a few more times, to give blessings, sermons and allow the chanting.

The priests lesser in authority, named deacons, gathered all the fruits and vegetables and cleaned them in front of all present guests. All of it was cleaned, cut and placed in water to stay until the service ends.

Soon, the chief part of the festival started.

Elsa was wearing her most beautiful dress: long, black piece made of linen, covering her entire body. A long grey cloak was also there, bound by a white crocus bellow her neck, which was covered by a long white collar.

Elsa knelt before Asmund, as if he was higher than her. He took a short horn, adorned with golden colors rather than made of it. When he placed the hand on her shoulder, she looked up. Asmund nodded in response and Elsa closed her eyes. Asmund slowly poured the entire oil over Elsa's head, anointing her. Laying hand on her forehead, he blessed her, raising his head and hands towards the skies.

"Er Ahanu!" Asmund said the Name. "Father of All, Holy One, Great One, the True One! Our Lord, our God, our Deliverer, our Strength and our Light. The Creator, the Fashioner, the All-King and Glorious One! Bless Your servant, Elsa, daughter of Agnarr and Iduna. Bless her and let her rule wisely and well. Let her rule for the good of her soul and for the good of all Your people. Bless her: bless her until her last breath!"

"Bless her until her last breath!" the monks yelled in unison. Then, once again, Asmund laid hand on her head. Elsa stood up, still looking at Asmund in the face. Then, a deacon walked up to both of them, holding an apple. Asmund prayed over it and then gave it to Elsa. Elsa bowed her head, taking it.

"I will hold this apple until the hour of my death, as the symbol of the promise I made to my people and to my God."

"Then it shall be so!" Asmund declared and turned to those gathered. "Is she worthy?"

"She is worthy!" they all responded. And though Elsa knew it is just a custom to say those words, she still felt proud and accepted at that moment.

"Then let the All-King bless her!"

"Let the All-King bless her!"

The next hour there was a great feast held in Arendelle, in the center of the city, for all the noble and royal guests. Everyone who came to the festival was on the Feast, except of the monks. They stayed in the few modest houses around the temple, for the sake of humility. But greatest of the priests, including Asmund, were all present on the Feast. And Elsa, being the host, had to sit at the head of the table, with Anna beside her.

"So, it is not too uncomfortable? When he poured oil over you?"

"It was myrrh, Anna." Elsa said. "It smells and feels pleasant, so it wasn't irritating. I think I still have some of it in my hair. I didn't have time to wash it thoroughly. But it's alright."

"You are really beautiful." she also said. "And that dress...where did you get it?" she smirked. "You didn't make it yourself."

Elsa smiled in return. Anna was sometimes very hard to trick. "Aunt Arianna made it for me. Her and Rapunzel!"

"Well, it's wonderful!" she said, touching it. "Was this the surprise?"

Elsa laughed. "Anna, no! A dress isn't a surprise. I have something better. And now that you mention it..."

"So, I take two..." said Kristoff, taking the sparklers. "...and then light them."

"Oh, no, no, no!" Flynn said, almost shaking him. "Huge no! One by one, Blondie. Otherwise, we're all gonna go: boom!"

"Boom?"

"Yeah. You never saw an explosion?"

Kristoff shrugged. "I heard of it in some stories, but saw it? No. The fire gets released, right?"

"Released?" he placed the box with sparklers away from the fire. "My dear friend and future cousin, fire starts burning everything around it and flies into the very air if we make a mistake. Of course, if we don't, it will be a nice show."

Kristoff swallowed. "Well, worth the risk, no?"

Flynn slapped him on the shoulder. "I love that attitude!"

"More than I love you." Cassandra threw another box into Flynn's hand. "Now do everyone a favor and don't be lazy around."

Cassandra passed by Olaf who was smiling at her, and then turned to Flynn. "She really loves you!"

Flynn scoffed. "Yeah...whatever you say Snowy. Now, be kind and hold this for..."

Maximus pushed Flynn, making him yell in pain and touch his back. "Ow! What is wrong with you?" the horse just roared at him. "You are incorrigible! Oh, hi Sven." the reindeer was holding a small basket of carrots in his mouth. "Oh, thank you. You see: this is what you should behave like." he grabbed a carrot and ate it. Kristoff barely stiffled his laughter. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing! Nothing."

"Alright, enough games. Let's set this on fire."

"Right!" Kristoff said. "Let's do this now. Where did you put that thing?"

"What?"

"The thing to make fire with."

"Oh, you mean the fire striker. I have it here in my..." he looked at his bag and frantically emptied it, finding nothing. "Where did I put it?!"

"How does this work?"

Olaf said, holding flint and steel beside dozens of boxes. Kristoff and Flynn screamed and grabbed their heads.

"No, Olaf!"

He struck the sparks.

The lights flew into the sky, exploding in all colors of the world. Red, blue, green, yellow and all those colors mixed together filling the night like stars dancing. All the people present stared at the lights, their eyes basking in the beautiful show. The Northern lights were probably the most beautiful things they have seen before, but this was absolutely gorgeous as well.

And it was perhaps the only beautiful thing all in Arendelle could share now, regardless of their status or place.

Anna gasped staring at it, while Elsa chuckled.

"So? You like it?"

"This is beautiful!" she exclaimed. "Absolutely beautiful! Perfect!" Elsa almost fell from the chair when Anna hugged her. "I love you! And everyone does! How did you do this?"

She chuckled. "I've got my own resources." she took a piece of chocolate from the table. "They also make very good pieces of these."

Anna took it immediately, like a child getting her candy. "Wonderful!"

Elsa placed the arm around Anna's shoulder. "I knew you would love it."

Flynn and Kristoff were sitting beside the wagon, black coal still falling off of them, while Cassandra was staring down at them.

"I remember telling you pretty precisely not to..."

"Cass." Flynn stood up, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Please, for once: shut up."

She cussed at him. "Very well, Eugene."

Olaf, however, was completely clean and oblivious to what he did. "Are there gonna be more fireworks?"

"No!" Flynn leaned into his face. "Not for you. You stay here!" he shook him. "Not move even an inch!"

"Okey dokey." said Olaf. Flynn moved away from him very, very slowly, not breaking the eye contact until going very far away, leaving Kristoff alone with him.

Flynn went to find Andal Dorris, who was inside the castle, working in the courtyard with some other men.

"Eugene! It's great to see you. Have you been...good heaven, what happened?"

"Fireworks." Flynn said, sitting beside him. "Fireworks happened. And the snowman."

"That little snow dwarf named Olaf?" he scoffed. "Not surprised. I told you he is a pain in the butt."

"He can be interesting." Flynn said. "But most of the time? Yes. Very much so."

"Really feel like you got treated a bad turn in life, sometimes." Flynn's silent and expressionless glare was all Andal needed. "Well, feelings can sometimes lie..." he coughed. "How about you help me? These boxes of lord Dalonar are plenty. I have already brought some of them to the castle, but now I need to get these to the courtyard."

Flynn scratched his head looking at the red-stained boxes. "Castle? Courtyard? Why is he spreading the boxes all around?"

Andal shrugged. "I don't know, and am not really interested either. He pays, I carry. But I might use some help." he kicked him in the arm. "I'll get you a drink if we do this.

"You'll get me a thousand drinks, Dorris. Well then," he picked up the box. "To the courtyard, you say?"

Isaiah could barely even reach for the bread. Ethil instead took the basket and offered it to him. "Thank you." he said, taking it and eating with one hand and laying another on the side. "Sometimes I wonder what I would do without you, Ethil."

"I only do what you want me to, my lord. I am at your service."

"No jokes Ethil, it is a good thing you do every day." he patted him on the shoulder. "Thank you. I know I probably say it many times a day, but I truly mean it."

"It is a pleasure of mine, my lord." he said. "I could not have asked for a better commander."

"So, you're being sarcastic now?" Isaiah smiled. He expected Ethil to protest, but he actually understood the joke. "Go on like that. It's a good thing."

"Always, my lord."

Isaiah's father was talking with queen Arianna of Corona and lord Asman of Tilath for a long time. Probably something about trade and alliances. Alliances that would include back-stabbing, throat-slitting and traitorous words.

"What brought you here, Ethil?"

"My lord?"

"My father," he continued. "couldn't be."

"But...he was my lord. I swore the oath because of lord Jeremiah."

He rolled his eyes. Once maybe. But no...

"I do not believe you." he said. "You are saying so because of courtesy." Or to keep his life. My father is just like others: he would behead someone for a word.

"My lord," Ethil insisted. "forgive me, but you are mistaken. Greatly."

The lords and ladies around him started laughing with one another, enjoying themselves. Some of them were leaving their plates filled with food, just talking. Some of the others didn't even pay attention to what they were eating. They were just swallowing whatever goes into their mouth.

He got sick of it. "Let's go Ethil." he laid his hand on the table to get up. He almost collapsed, but Ethil held him up from behind. Isaiah uttered a silent: "Thank you." grabbed his cane and they both left the table.

"Where do you wish to go, my lord?"

"It's night, Ethil." he said. Let's go to the castle and then to bed. I am tired."

"Goodness, these boxes are hefty!" Flynn could barely move them. The fingers really hurt wherever he moved them. "What even is in them?"

"Who knows?" Andal, however, carried them easily. "I don't ask: just do the business and get money."

"That philosophy," Flynn had to repeat this so many times. "is what got us into lots of trouble, Andal."

"But also gave us a lot of money!" he smiled, albeit shyly. "Once you loved money. That was the whole reason of being Flynn Rider."

"I was Flynn Rider," he said. "because of adventures, Andal: not money. And I actually got more adventures than I even wanted to have when I met Rapunzel, so turns out my life is not very different from that."

"Really? I beg to differ. You are a completely different man."

"Oh really. Well, that's too bad. I guess my entire personality and everything about me has also changed because I am married now? I don't like to steal anymore so you presume I have no reason to be fun or irritating anymore. Hell, royals and nobles still feel uncomfortable around me, and I am technicaly one of them now."

"The way you use so many fancy words," he uttered plainly. "makes me really wonder why they haven't accepted you."

He rubbed his nose, wondering what frustrates him more: these boxes or Andal. "Whatever suits your taste Andal, whatever suits your taste..." He grabbed another one, but it was so heavy it also fell on his foot. "Curse everything! What is in these boxes!"

"Don't you dare open them!" Andal removed his cloak, laying it somewhere else, beside his crowbar. "Or I'll be forced to open you."

"Very funny." he glanced at the distance. On tall stairs close right to the gates, a tall man was standing, looking down on them. For some reason, Flynn was able to see him, though he wasn't sure why because it was the middle of the night. That famous lord Dalonar, eh? Beside him was another, shorter man, who seemed to always walk with a pain in his back, though he otherwise seemed completely normal.

Flynn didn't feel comfortable looking at them with being seen, so hid behind a huge amount of boxes. Andal glanced at him and waved angrily in the air. "What are you doing now? We aren't paid to..."

"Shush!" he grabbed him and pulled him down. Flynn strained his eyes to see what is exactly happening with lord Dalonar. The two were looking down on the entire city from that height, but seemed focused on the castle in specific. Lord Dalonar raised his left hand, seemingly counting. But it was his right hand that caught Flynn's attention. It was dim, but clear enough: above his fingers, he could see sparks of fire forming.

He grabbed Andal's crowbar and forcefully opened the first box he laid his hand on. Both of them stared in horror at what they saw: the explosives.

"Everyone!" Flynn yelled, running towards the gates. "Run! Run!"

He ceased running when the explosion sent him flying and hitting the wall.

The fire spread like a disease, catching everyone in the city in the moment of time. One second Elsa and Anna were laughing together, and in another a great force pushed them away from on another. Elsa fell onto a broken table, the hit strong enough to make her lose many of her senses. She felt ringing in her head. At seeing fire, she obeyed her instinct and formed ice spikes all around her, hoping that if they melt, the water will choke the fire.

But she was wrong, every ice or snow she made turned into a vapor, making her cough horribly.

Anna run through the rest of the courtyard, trying to find the place among the running mob.

"Elsa!" she panicked. "Elsa!"

Where is she? Where is she? Where? She looked at every of corner, looking for her beneat tables, walls and daring to look into the fire, but she wasn't there. She was nowhere.

"Elsa!" she yelled, her voice started breaking.

"Your highness." a voice said. Grandan run towards her, Kai and Asmund catching up to him.

"Have you seen Elsa?" she asked, and they all glanced at each other. "Have you seen her? Have you?!"

"No, your majesty." Grandan answered. "I haven't seen her."

"What were you doing then?! Playing cat's cradle?" she yelled. "Find her. Somewhere. Send people to look for her. Now!"

"Yes, your majesty." Grandan said and he left the hall.

"Kai?"

"No, your majesty." he answered. "I...I haven't seen her either."

She wanted to explode out of anger. Not again! "Not again!" she yelled loudly. "Find her! Don't waste your time here! Now!"

They all ran to different directions, but fire spread quickly, swallowing everything in her way. It didn't show mercy. The people who got caught up in it screamed and jerked like a fly in the nest of a spider. Anna would have thrown up if she wasn't looking for Elsa and her mind wasn't focused on her.

"ELSA!" she yelled with all her strenght.

"Anna!" Kristoff and Olaf ran towards her, hugging her. "Where is..."

"Let me go!" she ran out of his embrace. "Elsa!"

Kristoff pushed her away, avoiding everything that fell behind them and in front of them. Anna only stared at the fire, yelling over and over: "Elsa!"

She tried to get up again, sending sparkle after sparkle, but all of it turned to vapor. Her body fought with, her inner cold trying to kill the smoke, but this was no ordinary flame: it was able to overpower her.

Her throat was as dry as it ever could be and she felt, for the first time in forever, what too much heat is like. Then her eyes closed.

Isaiah tried to get up, but the smoke and smell made it too hard for him to even breathe. Everything was burning around him. The crackling of fire was the thing he could hear clearly, with the screams in the distance heard only as an afterthought of his mind.

He leaned onto the first thing he knew was there, just to get up. "Ethil!" he tried to yell, but his lunges were already full and tired because of the smoke. "Ethil! Where are you?"

Glancing hardly through the flames, he could notice the table and a leg beside it. With all the strength he gathered, he pushed the table away, gnashing his teeth. Table joined the fire, swallowed by it. Ethil was unconscious, and Isaiah couldn't even feel his breath. Holding onto his hope, he grabbed him and pulled him out of there, placing his arm around his shoulder and face beside his. Ethil's half-dead body was heavy: one wrong step and both of them will be enveloped in the flames. I must get out of here. I must.

He tried to reach the way out, noticing a small opening in the middle of the flames, where the fire didn't burrn, but his body betrayed him and he fell, with Ethil on top of him.

A shadow emerged from the midst of the flames, shadow of a man dressed in black and grey. He walked through it as a simple man walks through the field of grass. His cloak and clothing were not touched by the fire, and there was nothing on him that was burning. Nothing except his eyes.

"Ah, wonderful." he uttered, approaching the fire and placing his hand above it. It danced around his fingers like water. When he took it out, sparkles of fire fell from his palm like drops. "I always loved this. Perfection and beauty. And the feel, dear heaven: the touch of fire is better than anything."

Isaiah could swear heat was also emanating from him. He passed by Isaiah, giving him one look before continuing on his way. However, he suddenly stopped and looked back at him, observing him for a while. He rubbed his ash-grey mustache, smiling. "Fantastic opportunity." he chuckled to himself. He turned awah, his cloak becoming one with the blackness around the fire. Isaiah was barely aware of anything happening around him, but he could faintly hear the man was moving something out of his way. When he returned, he was carrying a woman in his hands, woman in blue, with white hair.

Laying her on the opposite side of Ethil and Isaiah he smiled. "Excelent turn of events. Exactly as I wanted it to be. Now..." he took something from his pocket. "Let us see if this works as well as I was told."

He heard a click, but saw nothing, because the stranger was turned to the woman, focused on her. "Ah! Here it goes!"

He raised his hands, and fire around them gathered and covered the sky. All of it was gathered in a half-sphere, enveloping all of them, though not touching them. Isaiah started to empathize with pigs and sheep, being able to swear his own flesh would become like theirs.

The man clapped and he lost his sight.

Flynn opened his eyes, feeling a slight tingle on his chin and neck. When he opened his eyes, the beautiful green eyes and a baby laughter welcomed him.

"Elsa?" he said and the girl hugged his head. He smiled, laying his hand on her. "Good girl. Dad is fine, sweetheart, just a bit..." he straightened up into a sitting position. "A bit tired." he smiled at her again and picked her up. She played with the small beard on his chin, which always made him chuckle. "Maybe all of that was a dream."

She pointed at something and Flynn saw through the window that almost everything outside was burned or destroyed, including many of the castle walls.

"Or maybe not." the little Elsa laughed at his remark.

He himself was in a bed and could hear someone talking outside of the room through the door. "Rapunzel?"

The moment he said that, the door cracked open and Rapunzel laughed in joy. "Eugene!" she hugged him tightly, their little daughter joining them in the embrace.

"Rapunzel." he said, happy yes, but also confused. "What...what happened. Andal and I were at the castle and..."

"We shouldn't have been there." Andal walked into the room, held by sir Grandan Harson, with prince Asan and queen Arianna beside him. "You were right, Flynn. It was dirty business." Grandan then pushed him away, leading him somewhere else.

"An explosion happened, son." Asan said. "We don't know how, but there are many injured. Thank the heavens, most people caught in the flames survived, but many are terribly injured."

Don't know. Should I tell them what I saw? They would say I am crazy. "And the city?"

"City at large survived." Asan said. "But the castle, especially courtyard...it has seen much better days."

"But that's not the worst, Eugene." Arianna called him by name, which she rarely did. "Elsa is gone. No one can find her."

He thought of his daughter first, but then realized and rubbed his neck. "Oh, crap."

The end of Round One.

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