Chapter Twelve

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Anna's POV

I stare into the complete darkness. Kristoff has an angry but slightly surprised look on his face. He grumbles, "Are you kidding with me?!"
I feel much too tired to pay attention to my surroundings, let alone the delicious smell of homemade dinner swirling around the room. "Kristoff, who is here?" I question into the dark. "Surprise!" A light flicks on and a hundred smiling Trolls stare up at us. Kristoff places me to the ground and urges me to go upstairs while he
figures this out. I wonder up the wooden steps to find myself in a large room with a blue bed, a night table, bookshelf, and numerous other items. I sit lightly on the large bed and slide my fingers across the designed cover. Soon a wave of exhaust blows at me and I slip under the covers for a nap...

Kristoff's POV

"Please leave." I demand. "Go home, and maybe I'll let you hang tomorrow."
"Please deary, let us organize this mess of bagged junk." Belinda my mother Troll, grabs my hand and motions for the other Trolls to begin cleaning. "Ma, you don't-" I try but am interrupted. "Lay in bed. She instructs. I do so. "Now go to sleep." I close my eyes just as the lights turn out. But as I get comfortable, I feel a warm body. At first I make sure I'm ready to yell, for I think it is a Troll. But as I feel around, I grab Anna's arm and pull her close. "Good night." I whisper.

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