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Anna walked along, arm in arm with Kristoff, up the path to the cliffs above Arendelle.
She stopped suddenly.
“What is it?” Kristoff asked.
“That house, up the hill a little ways, I don’t remember seeing it before.”
“Oh, a few trees came down next to the road last winter, so it probably was hidden.”
“Have you seen it before?”
“I think so, years ago. I never went in, because everyone said it was haunted.”
“You believe in haunted houses?” Anna asked.
Kristoff looked as if she had asked the most ridiculous question.
“Why should I risk it?” he asked.