Chapter eighteen: Elsa the goat.

Elsa felt someone seize her hand the moment she walked back into her. Dragging her through the crowd until they reached outside the hall entrance.

She gave up on struggling at the familiar back ahead of her. A heated feeling rising in her chest.

He finally let go of her when they reached a secluded area. After he released her hand from his iron tight grip, Elsa rubbed on her sour wrist, sending him a glare.

"Where did you go?" He asked.

"What does it matters?" Elsa snarled. "Weren't you having a chapter with your 'holy maiden.'"

Alexander paused, eyes narrowed, a little surprised. "Are you angry?"

"Of course not." Elsa gave him a smile. "Can't you see how happy I am?"

"Then I am angry?" Alexander declared, hands folded and Elsa almost choked.

It wasn't enough been given a green hat you even have the guts to say you are mad?!! She fumed.

"A woman was trying to snatch me away and you let her?" Alexander pointed out, venomously.

Elsa gaped. Acing a 'what am I supposed to do' Expression.