The crown had been missing for days, but it was no accident. No no no, it was not stolen. It was merely put away.
Simon Petrikov, now known as the Ice King, sat on his throne bored with a penguin in lap. Earlier he had been shifting through his "The Past" room and found some interesting notes. Usually he would not bother with them, for most confused him and only seemed to bring up sadness which he could not place, and would let them be. Not today. These notes were on his crown and had many a scribbles about something important that would happen if the crown was out of his very grasp for a certain period of time. He was confused by this, but it seemed interesting enough. It was mostly curiosity that drove him, maybe it was a spectacular trick the crown would preform!
He decided that the only way to find out would be to try the trick for himself, even if it may cause danger. He did not care, as long as he found out more about his crown which still remained a mystery to him. "Oh Gunter, how much longer do you think I'll have to wait?" The lonely old king sighed, petting his pet penguin. A familiar squawk was what he was met with.
"I know it said a week Gunter! How long has it been, six, six and a half days come on don't leave me hanging." He commented, waving his left hand around dramatically. The penguin squawked once more, wiggling it's own pair of wings around.
"Maybe you're right. It might take some more time. This still sucks, being with magic is boooring." He sighed, looking down at the penguin on his lap. "Gunter, do you mind getting me some medicine or something? I have a crazy headache."
Gunter looked up, head turning slightly and squawking.
"Try and find some from a store. You can walk." He waved his hand off dismissivly, earning a unappreciative squawk from the penguin. "Don't talk back to me Gunter!"
Once the penguin was gone, The Ice King stood up and started to pace. "Stupid penguin, always sassing me." He paced and paced, trying to keep his mind occupied. "How long until this wo-" He suddenly stopped mid stride. His mind began to cloud, yet it became clearer. It was a feeling of falling and speed and it unerved him. The feeling became stronger and with each passing second images began to appear in his mind. All these images were so forgien yet so familiar. Along with these images came rushes of emotion, emotion that like the images was so unique yet so familiar all at once.
He gripped his head, and was beginning to ache even more when suddenly the pain stopped. He bolted upright a scream threatening to tear from him. Suddenly everything was so clear, so amazingly clear he had trouble believing it was not a dream. He shaked horribly, triyng to figure out what he had just gone through. He tried to find words but could not. All he knew was that he suddenly knew everything, he suddenly realized that he was himself.
"I am Simon.." He whispered, closing his eyes. It felt good to say those three words, he had said them before sure, but he had never believed them, felt them in his heart when he said them. He had only repeated what he had heard like an obedient parrot. "I am Simon!" He said more confidently, standing up tall. He repeated the phrase, becoming more confident with each remark. "Yes! Yes it worked! I'm free!" He looked down to his broken wizard form. "Almost. Almost free." He sighed, striding towards the lone window in the grand room. "Now, what do I need to do next?"