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The stockings were hung over the fireplace in the library, and Anna sat holding the baby. Elsa kept her company, but Hans was away attending to important business in the West Indies.
Olaf came into the room. “I’ve got fruitcake!” he exclaimed.
“A… fruitcake?” Elsa asked.
“Yes! You should try it!” He plopped it on the table with a thud.
“Is it good?” Anna asked.
“Absolutely not.”