"Do you want to build a snowman?" I say weakly as I slump against Elsa's door. I'm tired of being alone. I go downstairs and summon one of the guards.
"I need your help," I tell him.
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Two minutes later, the guard is smashing his sword and then his axe against Elsa's door.
"Elsa, since you won't let me in, I'm letting myself in."
"No! Anna don't! Anna stop!"
The guard has been smashing long enough so that there's a clear hole to see through the door that she's not there.
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Behind the door
RastgeleJust another thing written in school. Drama this time. Enjoy!