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(Hi guys I think this one is a little different. I hope you like it) 

Arendelle,

         In the castle of the queen of snow and ice was a study. In that study was a poor young woman stressing out over big things that would occur, in the future, no for the future of Arendelle. Her proclamation was something that she continuously stressed over. Her white braided hair was now a mess. White strands standing out here and there. Her hands continuously raked through it as she tried her hardest to come up with another thing to make those sexist men, the council, to agree on something that will help the good of her people. But nothing, she had been sitting there for at least every week. but nothing, she knew she wanted this to help her people, the people that have been lost in the dark, having nothing but trash and leftovers, and the mattress under what seems like a bridge surrounded by others. Never safe, never feeling like they had a home, only ever having leftovers and a mattress in the dark.

Elsa has continuously stressed over this proclamation for what feels like years to her, but was only 2 weeks for everyone else. Elsa had been locked away in her study day in day out. Not having fun at all.

That is why I am here. Well, if you don't know me you must not believe North has said before in that way anyway, I'm Jack and no, I'm not that weird ice looking creature for what you see from I don't know Santa Clause 3. Yeah, I still ain't having any of that. Yeah, I may be a spirit of winter, but I'm not weird. I mean, come on, you see me, and all you see is this teen that isn't really a teen.  'Yeah stalking the ice queen does wonders for that statement' jack rolled his eyes.

Jack had continued the thought himself. Lost in his own mind, he didn't realize that Elsa had finally got up.

( I would finish this but.......... Not yet~)

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 01, 2019 ⏰

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