Anna sat in the middle of the portrait gallery and looked around. The people in the paintings seemed to be glaring down at her. Their grace and beauty had always inspired her, but she didn't know what to do now.
She had warned Kristoff to get away, but he wasn't leaving until she was safe. He was right, though, there were no good options. Arendelle had no army or navy. Any defiance on her part would bring in the Southern Isles. Anyone who came to her defense was at risk.
"Mama?" her daughter's voice echoed from the doorway.
"Yes, Inga?"