"You will never have to sleep out in the cold ever again. Even if you don't want to be with me any longer. Even if you grow to hate me. Even if you come to your senses and don't want to be my personal attendant anymore. Whatever happens, you will always have a home here. You shall never want for food nor clothing nor warmth. I swear it upon my life and title."

\

The journey back to Arendelle was uneventful. And Anna meant that in the worst possible way.

Elsa had never been the blabbermouth that the Knight was, but never had Anna seen the Queen this quiet. Even worse, no matter how many times she asked, Elsa refused to make love to her throughout the entire trip. Claiming that she was feeling ill, the Queen spoke or did little during the entire journey.

She couldn't be having second thoughts about our wedding, could she? No, that's ridiculous! Elsa is the one who proposed, after all, and that night was the happiest I've ever seen her. Still, it was always possible that Elsa was worried about their marriage...purely from a political standpoint. Plenty of people still hated the fact that a woman with absolutely zero lands, money, or titles was courting their Queen, and the announcement of their engagement once they returned was guaranteed to frustrate them all the more. Despite the fact that the conspiracy had been crushed, running a country was never an easy task.

\

"I swear to the gods, Kristoff, call me Your Majesty one more time and my first order of business as Queen of Arendelle will be to lock you in the deepest, darkest cell in the Castle Dungeons," Anna warned.

The ice harvester chuckled, holding up his hands in a placating manner. "Fine," he conceded. "It's just so strange, you becoming, well...a Queen. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm sure you'll do a wonderful job, but you don't have the usual, well..."

"Upbringing?" Anna filled in for him.

"I was going to say temperament, but sure, that too."

Anna sighed. It was the day after their return to Arendelle. Elsa had been busy; the Queen was occupied arranging the details of their engagement announcement. In two days time, she would be accompanying Elsa as the monarch delivered a short speech to the Castle's staff. Soon after, the two of them would travel to the city below for an official public announcement. With her lover's time completely taken up by the preparations, the Knight had elected to visit her friend down in the city.

"Honestly, I don't want people to make a big deal about it. Elsa wants me to have a rank equal to hers, and I'm not going to refuse her that. But it's not as if the country is going to have a new ruler or anything; Elsa is still going to be in charge. I'll just be doing a few things for the less fortunate on the side, with her blessing. Now, the fact that I'm marrying her on the other hand, that they are more than welcome to get excited about," Anna said.

Kristoff plopped onto the sofa next to her, a pint of ale in his hand. "Don't get your hopes up. People care more about who's ruling over them than how big the wedding cake is." Anna opened her mouth to protest but the ice harvester cut her off. "Maybe you won't be their official ruler, but for all intents and purposes you're going to have power over them. You might not care, but they will. At any moment, you could...I don't know...throw one of them in the deepest, darkest cell in the Castle Dungeons."

With a scowl, Anna shook her head. "No, I can't, because you will already be occupying it."

Her friend smirked. "And, of course, there's a far more important matter that it seems you haven't even considered yet."

Anna's lips dipped into a confused frown. "And what is that?"

Taking a large swig of his ale, the ice harvester looked at her sympathetically. "An heir, of course. I assume you realize that a normal conception between you and Elsa is...unlikely."

Her cheeks burning red, Anna nodded. "I know, but it doesn't really matter. If Elsa dies without a child, the throne will pass to the Coronan branch of the family. It's happened before, and the people were fine with it. We don't need to have a child."

Kristoff nodded thoughtfully. "But don't you want one?"

All her life, Anna had always adored children, even if her opportunities to spend time with them had been minimal at best. But the possibility of having them herself had been so remote that Anna had never pondered the question. Living on the streets, one rarely had time to think about starting a family. Even if she'd had the chance to consider the question between sleeping in rags and pilfering from wealthy households, the answer would have been no. Surviving had been hard enough without an extra mouth to feed, and the thief would not have wished the life she'd lived on anyone else.

Over the past year, as she'd lived with Elsa, the possibility had crossed her mind once or twice. But most of her emotional energy had been channeled into her growing relationship with the Queen...first things first, after all. Not to mention, of course, the conspiracy that had wanted both of their heads on a platter.

But now, things were different. Their lives were safe and their relationship was rock solid. With their marriage already being planned, starting a family was their next logical step. Rapunzel's pregnancy had made that reality all the more clear.

Anna had been very happy for the Princess, and incredibly honored to be her child's surrogate. Yet there had been another underlying emotion that was more difficult to identify; now the Knight finally understood what it was. Jealousy.

The Knight wanted a child of her own. Perhaps more than one. She wanted to raise them and love them, giving her children the happy upbringing that she herself had been denied. All of this, of course, alongside Elsa. But, perhaps selfishly, she wanted to carry their children herself. Anna couldn't explain it, but the idea of being pregnant was undeniably attractive to her. Of course, she also wanted any child of hers to be Elsa's as well...a product of both of them. Which, biologically, was impossible.

And, of course, there was the matter of the royal bloodline. It was out of the question that any child the two of them had, either through adoption or pregnancy, not be considered a member of the royal family. Elsa was perfectly content in allowing rulership of Arendelle to pass to the Coronan line, but Anna would never allow her child to be considered a bastard. Which meant, of course, that there was only one option. Elsa, as the one with royal blood flowing through her veins, would need to be the one who was pregnant. Anna didn't even want to think about how they would go about that.

I've never even asked her if she would want a child. I'm sure she would...I think, but would she rather just adopt? Ugh. Sometimes being royalty makes everything more of a pain in the ass.

"I do," Anna finally answered. "And I know that it will be a...difficult process. First things first, though. Marry her already! We'll cross the next bridge when we come to it."

Kristoff nodded. "I am really happy for you, you know. You've been through more hell than most could ever think about. I guess sometimes, perseverance pays off, and you've definitely earned some peace in your life."

The Knight smiled, but a large part of her felt a pang of guilt. Kristoff may have been well off at this point, but he was still alone. Anna's recklessness had helped lead to the death of his one close friend, and even though he didn't blame her, the Knight would never fully forgive herself for setting off that chain of events.

"Anyone special in your life?" she asked hopefully. "Now that you're living in the city, there are plenty of women within easy reach. Or men, if you swing in that direction," the Knight added. "With a thriving business under your thumb and those broad shoulders, you could probably find someone pretty quick."

The ice harvester smiled ruefully, a twinge of sadness in his eyes. "I'm married to the job, I think," he said, dropping his now empty pint onto the wooden table. "Honestly, I'm still getting used to interacting with people on a regular basis; I was raised by talking rocks, you know."

\

Finally, after an entire week spent in the company of the most aggravating person the goddess had ever met, Elsa's torture was about to come to an end.

The only question was how to go about it. Elsa's contempt for the mortal girl who had somehow won her reincarnation's heart did not blind her to Anna's considerable abilities in combat. With Elsa's powers in their diminished state, facing the girl directly did present a slight risk. Anna might never be willing to kill her, but there was no guaranteeing what could happen in a duel between two magic wielders.

Unfortunately, it seemed like that would be her only option. Killing Anna outright would be satisfying, but if word of it spread to the public, it would be only a matter of time until her relatives in Corona learned of her actions. They might be able to believe the lies she would spread about Anna being a deep cover agent, but they would never accept that the Queen had murdered the woman she had loved. Rapunzel and the rest of the Coronan branch would (correctly) suspect that Elsa had been magically subverted in some way, and that could bring all of her plans crumbling down.

Framing another for Anna's murder would never work; Elsa's ice left behind wounds that were easily identifiable. Poison was useless thanks to the Knight's stolen magic. And no matter how she engineered Anna's death, the possibility of her actions being uncovered was too great.

The goddess would have been willing to put up with Anna until she had accumulated enough strength for the ritual, even though she would hate every second of it, but the Knight would likely be able to discern that Elsa had changed in the months ahead, and leaving her around to interrupt the goddess's plans was likewise too great a risk.

Taking Anna by surprise and attempting to restrain her while she was asleep was a possibility, but it was far from certain that any restraints she conjured in the heat of the moment would be enough to contain Anna's strength. If the Knight did indeed break free, Elsa would be facing a confused and disoriented fighter whose conscious mind had not yet realized who she was facing. That could lead to a very unpleasant outcome; Anna had proven to be willing to attack first and ask questions later.

Confronting Anna openly was her best option. She would do it in the Castle, where the presence of soldiers and civilians might just be enough to convince the Knight to surrender. In her heart, however, Elsa knew such an easy resolution was unlikely. Anna would never go down without a fight. While she wouldn't be willing to kill in the process of her escape, the Knight would be more than happy to run as fast as her legs would carry her. At least in the Castle, as opposed to the clearing by the lake, such an escape would be nigh impossible.

What she was going to tell the world and what she was going to reveal to Anna were different stories entirely, and neither would be close to the truth. The outside world would be informed that Anna was a trained spy for the Southern Isles, sent not to murder Elsa (which, given the amount of times she had saved the Queen's life, no one would ever believe) but ingratiate herself into the monarch's good graces. From there, she was to act as a loyal and devoted servant to the Queen, all the while winning her heart using a fabricated persona of an innocent, orphaned thief. That done, her objective would be to act as Elsa's wife while subtly influencing the Queen toward policies that would favor the Southern Isles.

It was a stretch, Elsa knew, but it was the most believable story she could conjure. It was an act of intrigue that no one would put past the unpopular Southern Isles royal family, and it explained why Anna had gone to such great lengths to safeguard Elsa's life. The goddess would claim to the world that some of Evangeline's agents in the Southern Isles had uncovered the scheme, and had also learned that the first kidnapping attempt on Elsa's person had been staged...allowing Anna an opportunity to gain a position within the Castle and win the Queen's trust. No would doubt the motivations of the Southern Isles; the country would have much to gain by installing one of its agents as Queen Consort of its much more powerful neighbor.

Anna would be told a different tale, one that was equally far from the truth. Telling the girl the truth would be dangerous, and in fact might inspire Anna to oppose her. Freeing the personality that had once inhabited this body would be impossible, trapped in darkness as it was, but Anna was more than foolish enough to attempt it. She knew that if Anna learned of the fate of the woman she loved, the Knight would do everything in her power to save her. Impossible as it was, Anna would go about it with a misguided yet powerful resolve.

No. The Knight would be told something else. She would be broken before their combat even began.

\

With a yawn, Anna threw open the door to the bedroom and walked inside.

"Late night?"

The Knight turned to the left. To her surprise, Elsa was still awake, calmly sitting in a chair near the window and drinking a cup of tea. Her usual ice dress was still in place, calmly reflecting the moonlight that was shining through the glass.

Anna nodded. "Yeah...sorry, I should have been back sooner. I can't believe you're still awake; you've never been a night person, and we have a big day tomorrow," she smiled. Their engagement announcement was scheduled for the afternoon, but several hours of preparation would be required beforehand.

"Can we talk for a moment?" Elsa asked.

A spike of dread embedded itself in Anna's heart. Whatever it was the Queen wanted to talk about, her tone was not promising. Was Elsa having second thoughts about their wedding after all? It didn't make sense; nothing had happened between them in the last week to suggest that circumstances had changed. Concealing her nerves as best she could, Anna walked over to the table and uneasily sat in one of the empty chairs.

Biting her lip tightly, the Knight forced herself to speak. "What's wrong?" Anna questioned.

"Nothing," Elsa replied with a smile. "Nothing at all. There's just a few things that I think you should know about before tomorrow." With an internal sigh of relief, the Knight nodded and relaxed in her chair. This doesn't sound too bad, she thought to herself.

"Anna," the Queen began, "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this day. I wanted to do this sooner but there was always something in the way; I want you to understand that."

Grinning, Anna leaned forward and placed her hands over the monarch's own. "I know how you feel, and I understand completely. Getting married with a conspiracy surrounding us was never a good idea, and the thought of those thugs still being out there and trying to kill us would have put a damper on the occasion. I'm just glad we're finally getting married!"

Elsa shook her head. "I wasn't talking about our wedding, Anna."

The Knight frowned. "Then what are you talking about?" she asked, confused. "The announcement of our wedding?"

A smirk formed across Elsa's lips. "No. This is the day I've been awaiting for so long. The day I could finally tell you that I don't love you, have never loved you, and in fact hated you since the moment we met. Finally, I don't need you any longer; you've fulfilled your purpose, and now I can discard you."

Anna's eyes widened. She leaned back in her chair, retracting her hands away from Elsa's and staring at the Queen with an annoyed glare. "Elsa, that's not funny! Have you forgotten how I still deal with abandonment issues? In the future, I'd really appreciate it if you stopped reminding me that no one's ever wanted me throughout my entire life," she nearly hissed. "Hearing those words from you, the first person who ever did, feels awful, even though I know it's not true. Now come on, let's get to bed."

"Let me see your necklace," Elsa ordered.

Her annoyance rising, Anna nevertheless obeyed and unclasped the jewelry around her neck. She held it out to the Queen, who clutched the diamond pendant in her pale fingers and slipped the golden chain out of Anna's grip. Elsa brought her eyes down to study the necklace, gazing at it with idle curiosity.

"You've said that this necklace is a symbol of our relationship. It reminds you of how I rescued you from poverty and gave you a life of luxury, and prompts you to remember the time I risked everything to save you from a brutal torturer. Obviously, this mesh of gold and diamond means a lot it you. Let me show you how much it means to me."

Elsa grasped the necklace tightly, smothering it with her palm. As Anna watched, a faint blue hue was visible between the monarch's fingers...even as a soft cracking sound echoed throughout the room. Then, it was over. Elsa released her grip to reveal a cluster of microscopic shards of metal and crystal, glazed over with a layer of ice. She held out her hand above the floor, allowing the pieces of the shattered necklace to fall to the ground in an undignified heap.

"Elsa!"

The Queen ignored her, disdainfully waving her hand in Anna's direction. A sudden wetness on her fingers made the Knight look down at her palm.

Her wedding ring was melting. Falling with the water, the jewels that had been embedded in the icy band flowed to the floor.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Anna shouted. Shock, anger, and disbelief radiated throughout her body in equal measure. This simply wasn't happening. Her brain refused to accept it.

"Allow me to explain," Elsa began as Anna stared at her in silent and dumbfounded fury. "You were always a means to an end. I let you go when you tried to rob me simply because I didn't feel like spending time arresting you. I gave you those coins so you'd feel indebted to me and wouldn't repeat the story to anyone, which might have damaged my reputation. After you rescued me, I kept you around and in the Castle because I sensed that you had magic; with the conspiracy surrounding me, I saw that you would be useful."

"Elsa, stop it!" Anna cried. Never before had she heard such a scathing, hateful tone emanate from Elsa's lips, and especially not in any sentences directed at her. "Whatever you're playing at, I don't want to hear it!"

The Queen offered her a mocking smile. "But you will. After you moved into the Castle, it became obvious that you had feelings for me. I was disgusted at first; not that you were a woman, you see, but because you were a peasant, and a foolish one at that. But then I realized how I could put your hopeless infatuation to some use. I entered a relationship with you to draw out elements that would have proved problematic to my reign in the future. Durron and his ilk would never have tipped their hands so soon had I not displayed an interest in you. I rescued you from Lucrania because it gave me an opportunity to kill David, and with my powers, I was never in any true danger. And at that point, you had still been useful. That's all you ever were, Anna. A lightning rod to draw out opposition and a valuable bodyguard. But I have never cared for you in the slightest."

This. Wasn't. Happening. Anna fell to her knees, her mind finally begin to process that this might not be an elaborate joke. No! Elsa loved her! She had demonstrated that on a hundred occasions! But then...why had she just destroyed Anna's ring and necklace? Doubt crept in once again. It began to fill her lungs, freezing every drop of warmth it came into contact with via its icy touch.

"I'm a good actor, Anna. As Queen, I've been trained in subterfuge. It was easy, actually. A hopeless romantic enthralled by the fact that she no longer had to sleep in doorways and eat scraps off the street...manipulating you was effortless. A few kisses and a soft bed was all it took," Elsa said. Her lips were etched in a wide smile, one devoid of any semblance of warmth. "Not so easy was allowing my body to be soiled by your touch, but sacrifices had to be made."

Despair filling her entire being, Anna fell to her knees. "No. You love me. I saw it in your eyes! You couldn't have faked all that...it's not possible..." she said weakly.

"As I said, I'm a good actor. What do you see in my eyes now, Anna?"

Her own pupils filling with tears, Anna raised her face to look. Contempt. Elation. That's what she saw in Elsa's eyes.

Already in argument, the conflict between Anna's mind and heart escalated into open war. Her head said that Elsa's words were terrifyingly plausible, and that the Queen's only possible motivation for saying them would be that they were indeed true. Her heart outright refused to accept that the entire year...every moment spent with her beloved fiancé, had all been an ugly lie. It couldn't be true…

"You've been cursed!" Anna shouted in sudden realization.

For the first time, Elsa seemed startled. "Excuse me?" she demanded.

"I know you love me. I also know that you'd never do any of this of your own free will. Something had to have happened into you. That's why you were quiet the entire way back..." Anna continued with growing confidence. "You were cursed in Eldora." The Knight had never heard of a curse that could influence minds in such a way, but it was the only possible explanation. After everything that had happened between them, Elsa could not have faked their entire romance. Anna simply couldn't believe it.

"An entertaining notion, but I'm afraid you're wrong. This is me...the real me," she said with palpable relish. "The woman you knew this past year never existed. She never loved you. No one ever has, and no one ever will."

Anna's lips set into a determined line. "No. You're not Elsa. Fortunately, I know how to bring her back."

It was probably Anna's favorite thing about magic. Any curse could be broken by a kiss of true love. It didn't matter if it was between parent and child, lifelong friends, or passionate lovers. If both parties loved one another, lip contact would instantly remove any malicious spells or curses that had been placed on either.

She leapt off of her knees, jumping forward and placing her lips on Elsa's.

For a moment, their kiss dominated Anna's senses. Her sight, touch, and smell...they were all completely overtaken by the woman she loved.

Then a powerful and insistent shove pushed her away.

"Sorry, Anna," the Queen scowled, wiping her lips in disgust. "There's no curse here; simply the truth. It's time for you to accept that."

Anna froze, utterly paralyzed. Gods...this was really happening! No...no no no! It was if every bit of hurt and abandonment she's ever felt...inflicted by the disappearance of her parents and the spurning of several one-off lovers...had returned and been multiplied by a thousand. Her heart felt as if it was being burned by Jocasta's fiery brand.

The Knight couldn't help but fall to her knees again. It still didn't seem possible, and part of her still refused to accept it. But the woman she'd fallen in love with...the Elsa that Anna had known, never would have done such things. Never would have destroyed the symbols of their relationship and driven Anna to tearful despair simply as part of a joke.

Gods, let me die. Please! Nothing can be worse than this. The pain she now felt, inflicted by the woman she loved, made Jocasta's torture seem like a paper cut. All of her hopes and dreams, the amazing life that she'd thought she'd had…shattered forever. In that moment, Anna truly wished for death.

"So pathetic. I suppose it must hurt, realizing that you're nothing but a stupid, silly peasant girl that no one has ever cared for. Yes, my family in Corona was in on the act, by the way. Rapunzel's an even better actress than I am. You've said that part of you couldn't believe your good fortune...that it was almost like a fairy tale. Well, congratulations, you were right," Elsa said calmly. "Every doubt you've ever had, the fears you couldn't let go of, the inkling that trying to cheat fate never ends well…all fulfilled.

Even knowing that it would provide Elsa immense satisfaction, Anna couldn't resist the urge to start crying. It was pathetic, sobbing on her knees, yet she couldn't bring herself to care. Her life had gone from utter joy to total despair within minutes; her body was literally shaking in shock.

"As of this moment, you are no longer a Knight of Arendelle, or my personal attendant. Our engagement is terminated. And, of course, your pardon for the petty acts of thievery you committed has been rescinded," the Queen continued.

Each declaration would have devastated Anna, had she not already been completely consumed with pain. Hard reality was finally setting in. No one would ever care for her, and no one ever had. She would always be alone. Her life would be an unending pattern of suffering and misery until the day she died. Anna would be lucky to be buried in an unmarked grave, and no one would mourn her passing. Her only comfort would be the sweet escape of oblivion.

All of Anna's emotional output, all of her hopes and love, had been invested in Elsa. A woman who had never even existed. She had nothing and no one, and that would never change.

"I thought about letting you back out onto the streets, but I realized that I would be letting you off too easily. For forcing me to put up with you for an entire year, you're going to spend the rest of your life in the darkest cell I can find. Everyone will be told that you were a deep cover agent for the Southern Isles; Evangeline will be more than happy to assist me in that regard, and no one will question my actions. Your 'betrayal' will win me a lot of sympathy from my subjects."

Tears still flowing down her cheeks, Anna rose to her feet. "I thought you were an angel," she hissed. "A goddess, even. But you're a monster."

Elsa shrugged. "I'm the Queen of the most powerful nation on earth; I decide what's right and wrong. Now, it's time for you to go to the dungeons." She raised her palms, willing a pair of icy chains to rise from the floor and attack Anna's wrists.

Anna was devastated, broken beyond repair. But she was not docile. No matter what happened, she would not be a prisoner again. Her superhuman reflexes still functioning despite her despair, the former Knight darted to the side and avoided the chains. Empty, they fell to the floor in a brittle clang. Wiping the tears from her eyes as best she could, Anna drew her sword.

"Do you really want to fight me?"

Anna would never be willing to kill the woman in front of her, no matter how cruel she had turned out to be. But if it meant avoiding sixty years in a cold, damp prison, then she would fight.

Elsa raised her palms, shifting into a ready stance.

Taking a deep breath, Anna prepared to duel the woman she loved.

A/N: Sorry this took so long! This chapter was hard to write! Elsa has been possessed; this isn't the real Elsa, but Anna doesn't know that.

Responses:

Valathe: I don't think Anna would be happy about that.

WinterWolfDragon: I feel sorry for her too.

Pandacornfever: Death isn't the only thing that brings on the feels.

Cstotts1: I hope so!

Sedryn: Hopefully!

EagleRay: Elsa's pretty much been kicked out of her body. The bonus scene explains it in detail.

ElectraRed: Pretty bad girl, yeah.

DimmensionalLover: Hope you're ok!

Gwiley16199: There may be some death in the future.

Ashelia2004: They're not actually married; Anna woke up before Elsa put the ring on her finger.

Syrathia: A print book would be nice!

Vidgamelords: Sorry for the wait!

Spikesagitta: She pretty much got kicked out of her mind.

DarthCadeus58: Elsa's situation is…complicated. I honestly don't know the percentage that is left, though I would not be surprised if we reach chapter 100. A sequel will be difficult with the ending I have planned.

ClaireCooper: How about now?

Nicfoto5: Her best chance was to stop the goddess's return in the first place. No hope for that now.

Peace456: An entirely different personality inhabits Elsa now, memory loss wouldn't change that.

CoolNickNack: It hurts to do it 'sob'.

Coincidencless: No spoiers!

Tithi: Sorry!

SummerStormWar: No godly intervention! Dues ex machina is a no no.

Arkanderu: Never heard of it, but seems very interesting!

Shtoops: None of those things. You'll be surprised!

OrangeGalen: I know what you mean!

Technicalities: Hang in there!

RAM00: Agreed.

JydrJydr: No kidding!

Veoving: Hopefully the bonus scene explains it.

ObsessiveImaginings: It's not an arc for the faint hearted…

Guest 1: Thanks!

Aldmagali: I don't think anyone expected this…

LittleGia: I will say that Anna will not recollect her dream. Remember that this Goddess is intelligent, powerful, and has a completely warped sense of morality.

Matjojo: Yes she does!

LOv3r: Because I am evil…I mean I like a good story.

3Gs: You sure?

Guest 2: Me too.

Meme: It's a completely different personality.

Kyoko-nyaa: I think she's noticed…

RR: It's a completely different person; the Elsa we knew has been kicked out.

Shalifi: Thank you!

Mahmed: All good questions, and they will all be answered soon.

Chas3: I say this counts as worse than death. Remember, this isn't the Elsa we knew, the bonus scene explains it in detail.

Ninjakid287: Sorry!

Cooksiez: It WAS a possession. This isn't the real Elsa.

CoolNickNack: There are two personalities, but the real Elsa is out of reach at the moment. Possibly forever.

Arekanderu: Not if they have no idea what has really happened.

Technicalities: Duck tail?

NautoUchiha999: I hope not…

WinterWolfDragon: Thanks!

ObsessiveImaginings: So much for that plan…

Guest 3: Sorry…

Gwiley16199: It won't be easy.

Lionheart: I do love my cliffhangers…

Spikeagitta: They both let their guard down. It's not really Anna's fault that she forgot, it's the same as forgetting a short dream.

DimmensionalLover: She needs a miracle…

Mahmed: Always happy to see questions, even if I can't answer them!

Guest 4: It always does.

: Yes!

JydrJydr: Elsa might disagree…

Coincidencless: I was never firm on that. The faithful may have believed that, but I never said they were right. In fact, Elsa was hoping to herself feverently that they were wrong. A character may be convinced 100%, but they can still be wrong.

Guest 5: I'm not sure about that…

Flame: Because I like to buck the trend.

DarkRai: Anna did fail, unfortunately.

Shuraban: It's a difficult situation.

BreeBear98: Thanks!

OrangeGalen: Go ahead!

BakuBabe: Seems that way…

No one: Kinda!

Shalifi: I hope it's interesting!

Ruki: How long did it take?

PascalDragon: No good options…

DVINM: Prophecies are impossible to bend, but easy to misinterpret.