[Denmark runs his hands up his own face and tangles them through his already messy head of hair. He looks scared, confused and incredibly annoyed right now, taking it out on Norway doesn't even occur to him, but he's begining to pace the lawn.]
A thousand years!? Between us?! What sorcery is this-- [He whips around to face Norway] You must know!
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A thousand years!? Between us?! What sorcery is this-- [He whips around to face Norway] You must know!