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It was another early morning, and Kristoff and the seven others lifted the boat off the rack on Elsa’s command, and when they got to the edge of the dock, she gave the command, and they put the boat into the water.
The next regatta was in two days. Thankfully it was a local one this time, so no travel required. Ryder had been talking as they lined up to get the boat, but Kristoff hadn't quite been paying attention.
"What's the worst that could happen?" Ryder asked as they walked to get their oars.
"We lose," Kristoff said.
"Exactly!" Ryder exclaimed as he grabbed his oar. "See?"
"No, I agree," Kristoff said, grabbing the oars for himself and Eric.
"So, what was the question?" Kristoff asked.
Ryder hemmed. "It was something Hans said in the locker room."
Kristoff smirked, starting to understand what was going on. "And what was that?"
"Something about a fate worse than death."
"Let me guess," Kristoff chuckled, "it would be a fate worse than death if he ended up in the four next week?"
"Yeah, how'd you guess?" Ryder asked innocently.
"Lucky guess," Kristoff said as they got to the boat. He hoped the conversation would take a different direction, because Elsa was sitting right there.
"I liked the four," Ryder said. "And besides, we won at the last regatta. That seems like a nice consolation for not being in the first boat."
"Yup," Kristoff agreed, screwing in his oar.
“I’m sitting right here, you know,” Elsa said.
“This boat is nice, too,” Ryder laughed.
“Good,” Elsa said.
Kristoff cleared his throat as Elsa glared at him, turning on her microphone.
“This is a nice boat,” Kristoff said.
“Now then, let’s get going!” Elsa said through the speakers.