"Shall we celebrate our wedding night...in style?”
Duloc was somewhat different in style to Arandell, but Elsa had to admit that there was still an elegant charm about the place. The lâu đài was huge, much larger than she had been expecting, and painted white, like marble, practically glowing like snow on a mountain in the sunlight. Elsa sucked in her breath as the carriage swept through the streets, which were packed with people, all standing behind velvet ropes being manned bởi guards in armour, calling out and cheering.
“What are they doing?” she asked.
Farquaad smiled. “Waiting to see me, and my new bride. It gets a bit tedious sometimes,...