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A cold laugh echoed within the grand throne room of the ice castle, the white witch's gaze narrowed at Harlow and she said. "Answer the question and do not redirect it to me, my dear. Do not test my patience and simply tell the truth or be turned into ice."
Princess Harlow took a deep breath and said. "The Ice Prince is my mysterious gift sender and he sent me a letter that I have been promised as his bride because of the agreement between him and my mother."
Marguerite's eyes widened and an expression of understanding finally dawned on her face. Suddenly, the white witch stood up from the throne and started descending from her dais of ice, and approached Harlow.
