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Anna sat in the corner of the library by the fireplace as the rain battered against the windows. It had been raining the last two days, but the library was warm and cozy.
“There you are!” Kristoff exclaimed as he walked in.
“Where did you think I’d be?”
“I don’t know, meeting with some dignitaries?”
Anna shook her head, and snuggled into him as he sat down next to her on the sofa.
“Mad Mathesis?” Kristoff read over her shoulder.
“Mathesis is Greek for science,” Anna explained. “It’s a poem, so of course they can’t just say what they mean.”