Chapter Eighteen

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Anna's POV
I left Kristoff with the baby. She was beautiful and I trusted him, but the Trolls wanted to see how much work my husband need and what he had picked up from his family. I needed a calming walk. It's exhausting, caring for a baby. The snow was smooth and
Very detailed. Elsa must have known of my walk. As I made my way down the trail, a voice carried down the mountain. Olaf, had found his way along side me. "Hello, Anna!"
I looked down at my old friend.
"Hello, Olaf." He reached up and held my hand. I stopped and looked down at him. "What's wrong?"
I ask him staring down into his eyes.
"Oh, nothing really. I guess. Kristoff and the Trolls kinda kicked me to the curb. They told me I was too immature to care or be around a newborn baby." Olaf frowned sadly. "I wanted to be a part of this family."
I reached down to hug Olaf, he was unusually cold, even for the warm snowman he was. "Olaf, you can always be part of the family! Even if you don't feel welcome. I'll speak to the family about this, okay?"
Olaf smiled, holding my hand again. "Okay!"
We headed back, and I'm sure we both felt better about everything.


Okay I should write a book about how sorry I am for not writing this story! I love you all! but I got briefly bored of it, and am now back for good! I promise, as a New Years resolution to write at least once a week for you guys! Thanks for hanging with me!
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