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“Oh, Anna! Slow down!” It would seem the youngest princess is quite the professional when it comes to sliding across the hardwood floors. She laughs giddily as she throws her arms up to prevent a painful crash when she slides into the wall. Kristoff, on the other hand, is far less resourceful and painfully topples both to his knees and into the wall beside Anna. Your heart shudders at the sight, but not in regards to Kristoff’s wellbeing. The blond has, most unfortunately, fallen into you path and you’ve no means to cease your sliding. Shaky you manage to hop over his sprawled legs and consequently into Anna’s s

“If only someone loved you…” Those words had been the grand finale to the entirety of his undermined existence. A world full of ‘ifs’ and ‘maybes’ spiraling down into one tragic realization: never. He would never be what they wanted. Not even good enough to be second best. Lucky number thirteen. How fortunate had he been, ever so blessed. At an early age Hans had quickly grown accustomed to doors slammed in his face and nasty whispers behind his back. Accustomed, yes, but their abusive consistency held onto every sting, bite, scratch, and claw. So it brewed, it bubbled, it simmered and in time it