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     He had offered to accompany Elsa to the dance without much thought for what would happen once they were there; he had a suspicion that both of them had only forced themselves out tonight for Anna’s sake. But now that they were here, he supposed he could at least try to act like a gentleman. There was no particular reason he craved the elder Ardelle sister’s approval...Not at all.

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    “Beautiful. Intelligent. Unreachable. We dated back in the day but I’m not sure she ever really opened up to me. That’s okay, though—some people just aren’t meant to be. I would still call her a friend. Just, fair warning: don’t ask her to take her gloves off.”

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     “Elsa. Hard to read. Hard to pin down. I don’t know, I...I’ve talked to her plenty times, but I still don’t know much about her besides that she’s a councilwoman, she’s Anna’s sister...and uh, she’s blonde? Pretty smart, I think. But Anna’s smart, too, and she doesn’t make you guess what she’s thinking—I like that about her. I mean, I don’t not like Elsa, but I just really love...Anna’s really...different.”

     Kristoff looked at Elsa in surprise and shrugged. They’d had several conversations in the time they’d known each other, but always stayed close to either topics of small-talk or Anna; he never expected a prompt like this from her. It necessitated a more personal explanation than a remark about the weather or recent events—Kristoff had to reach inside himself and open up to somebody that he wasn’t one of the two people he felt most comfortable with, which affected him more than Elsa seemed to realize. “I don’t know,” he started. “When you grow up like I did, you develop a thick skin. It’s not that I’m...unaffected, but you just learn to pick the things you really wanna care about.”

Although, as all wonderful adventures had to end, Paige could feel her powers start to wane so as always—she had to go out with a bang. Making a scene as she “quit” and decided “this was too much for her to handle.” It was one of her favorite things to do, and doing it at a bookstore—thrilling. With one book flying across the store, sorry F. Scott Fitzgerald, Paige exited the premises and quickly walked around back out of sight to shape shift back into her normal self. With a chuckle playing on her lips, she felt incredible content. That was until she looked up to see a woman in front of her. Shit.

“Hey, you didn’t see a thing,” Paige dragged out, instantly adverting her gaze.

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