You walk the streets of Arendale, its winter and there’s a light snow on the ground, the smell of hot beverages and food from the vendors fill the air, you like it here, it seems so normal. You feel your stomach rumble and decide to stop for a bowl of soup. You away from a vendor with a hot bowl of soup when you accidentally crash into a hooded girl with white hair I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention, let me help she apologies and grabs napkins to help you clean your shirt
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