Kidnapped

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****TWO WEEKS LATER: Prime Minister of Norway Kristopher Olsen's POV****

After returning home from London, I thought things were going to be easygoing. It was nine in the morning and I was standing right in the balcony of The Royal Palace Det Konggelige Slott drinking my morning coffee. I never got tired of the view. The Pipervika Bay and the huge boats in the water always brought comfort and tranquility to my mornings.

From the looks of it, things seemed normal and quiet. However, just after standing in the balcony for five minutes, a crowd gather right outside the gates of the palace. There, a crowd of ordinary people stood in the way of another group who seemed like they were marching towards the palace.

I called the guards and gave them orders. Vakter, finn ut hva som skjer. "Guards, go find out what's happening" I said.

It was still February and the was snow on the ground. The group of people who were all in uniform started yelling at the bystanders to move out of the way. I was super confused, what did they want? Why cause all of this commotion in the morning?

The regular citizens stood there and refused the group from going any closer to the gates of the palace.

The regular citizens stood there and refused the group from going any closer to the gates of the palace

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That's when I realized the group was made up of waterbenders. After the regular citizens refused to move out of the way, two of the waterbenders created a wall of ice that was chest high out of the snow from the ground. They then separated the wall into two and pushed the bystanders to the sides creating a clean pathway for them to walk through.

 They then separated the wall into two and pushed the bystanders to the sides creating a clean pathway for them to walk through

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They waited right in front of the gates and started shouting.

"We want the King to come out!" They all repeated. The guards I sent finally reached the gates and talked with the representative of the group.

With the cup of coffee still on my right hand, I watched carefully and made sure that everything was kept under control.

Of course, I wasn't allowed to go down there and talk to the group of people but from everything that had happened, they seemed serious about what they wanted.

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