"Oh my."
The Princess stood in her throne room. Her fair form was clad in customary dress and family coat of arms. Her blond tresses fell just past her shoulders, and shone like sunlight. Her violet eyes were wide in surprise and bewilderment, and one white-gloved hand covered parted lips.
The Hero stood before her, wearing the green tunic and tights that had become trademark. Brown boots nervously scuffed the fine red carpet, and a calloused hand brushed a stray lock of crimson hair behind a pointed ear.
Zelda slowly shook her head as she took in the other differences this Hero held from Link; an anxious expression that had never graced the Hero of Time's face, red hair that tumbled to the middle of her back, and, most notably, an hourglass figure.
But more important than all her differences was one similarity to Link. That one similarity shone out now in response to Zelda's proximity, light pouring from this Hero's hand much like it poured from Zelda's.
Hyrule was again threatened by darkness. Thus, the Hero had returned.
But Link was gone.
And Malon held the Triforce of Courage.