A young boy sat in Kristoff's place, dressed very much like Doom in miniature, but with his face bared. He was very young, no more than six. His eyes were reddened, and his lips were pursed. He looked at Kristoff entering the room very much like a dog would regard a tiger leaping over fence into its yard.
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