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Chris Buck sits in his leather chair, gazing into his fire place. As the crackles and pops surround the room, a faint creak of the floorboards can be heard. Chris sits, calm, waiting for more to approach him, before finally another one sneaks it's way out.
"Come here, my child. Why are you up at such an hour?"
Reed let out a shaken mumble "wh-why uhm..why are you um-" He coughed. "Why are you ma-making a sequel to Frozen, dad?!"…