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Every street in the country was filled with laughter and celebration that night. Everyone was celebrating the good news: the Snow Queen, the horribly wicked witch, was dead. The city in the dead center of the country was no exception. Admist all the partying, someone suddenly yelled three words. "LOOK! IT'S ANNA!" The citizens all gave gasps of delight as they saw their beloved princess, easily the most popular person in Scandinavia, walking towards them.
Anna smiled cheerfully at the crowd. "It's good to see me, isn't it?"
The citizens yelled things like, "yeah!" and "it's great to see you, Anna!"
"No need to respond," said Anna. "That was rhetorical. Fellow citizens...let us be grateful. Let us rejoycify that the wicked deeds of, uh, you-know-who have finally come to an end. Let this day forever be marked as a day of great celebration for you and-"
"ANNA!"
Anna's speech was suddenly cut off by a random person screaming her name.
"Uh-huh?"
"Exactly how dead is she?"
Citizens gathered around Anna, eager for an answer. She sighed and began talking again.
"Because there has been so much rumor and speculation," she began. "Innuendo, outuendo, let me set the record straight. According to the time clock, the melting occured at the thirteenth hour, the direct result of a bucket of boiling water, thrown by a female child. Yes, the Snow Queen is dead."
Everyone cheered. Usually they had funerals instead of parties when someone died, but when the deceased was such someone was someone so cold-hearted as the Snow Queen, no one mourned the wicked.
"Anna," said a boy who looked about seven. "Why does wickedness happen?"
"That's a good question," responded Anna. "One that many people find confusifying. Are people born wicked, or do they have wickedness thrust upon them? After all, she had a childhood. She had a father, who just happen to be the king of Arendelle. And she had a mother, like so many do. And, like every family, they had their secrets. And, of course, from the moment she was born, she was, well, different! So you see, it couldn't have been easy. When one is wicked, their life is lonely. They cry alone. And when their end comes, no one mourns the wicked."
This being true, the citizens all went back to celebrating the Snow Queen's death.
***
A few hours later, Anna stood up. "Well!" she declared. "This has been fun! But as you can imagine, I have much to attend to, what with the Princess's unexpected departure and all, so if there are no further questions-"
"ANNA!"
Anna sighed. Yet another question. This one surprised her though.
"Is it true you were her friend?"
Anna's head snapped around, startled. It had been so long since anyone had asked her about it. The citizens turned to her. They were expecting an answer.
Anna briefly considered lying. Saying she'd never spoken to her. Or she could tell the truth.
"Well...I..." The people drew in closer. "...you see..." Even closer. Deep breath. "...yes."
People gasped and leaped away in shock, unable to believe this news.
"Well it depends on what you mean by friend," said Anna quickly. Memories flashed through her mind, going in reverse in time, eventually back to her first day at Arendelle University when she had first laid eyes on Elsa. Back before Elsa had become the Snow Queen, back when Anna was Hanna instead of Anna.
Still, it felt good to finally get the truth out. The people moved closer in, wanting to know how someone as good as Anna could be friends with someone like the Snow Queen.
"I did know her," continued Anna. "Yes, our paths did cross. At school. But you must understand, it was a long time ago. And we were bother very young..."