FINNIAN

I didn’t understand who kept haunting Isolde’s life, why they were still chasing her even after all their plans kept failing. What were they still looking for? Why couldn’t they stop? Why did they want to hurt her so badly?

“Prince! Concentrate! Put your head in one place!” Elsa shouted from behind in her usual childish voice, her fingers struggling through my hair as she tried to braid it for the past hour. She had refused to leave me alone since morning, afraid I would try ...