Me too. [ Her voice was soft, and she chews on her lip nervously.
When they arrive in the attic she feels a sense of dread take over her and her heart picks up speed. The attic was an absolute disaster. She had always thought the castle attic was overwhelming but this stuff doesn't have any organization to it. It's clutter on top of clutter. Her hand feel stiffer and she lets go of Kristoff's as if she can somehow hide what's happening to her body.
It's happening to his as well, and she's terrified of that fact too. At this rate, with this mess, they'll end up being dolls just like the rest of the seemingly soulless patrons in the house. Her tone doesn't manage to hide how hopeless she feels staring at the mess. ]
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When they arrive in the attic she feels a sense of dread take over her and her heart picks up speed. The attic was an absolute disaster. She had always thought the castle attic was overwhelming but this stuff doesn't have any organization to it. It's clutter on top of clutter. Her hand feel stiffer and she lets go of Kristoff's as if she can somehow hide what's happening to her body.
It's happening to his as well, and she's terrified of that fact too. At this rate, with this mess, they'll end up being dolls just like the rest of the seemingly soulless patrons in the house. Her tone doesn't manage to hide how hopeless she feels staring at the mess. ]
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