Honey Lemon tapped the end of the pencil repeatedly against her notebook, staring off into space, lost in a daydream…

She was a daring warrior princess, who had travelled back in time and was now defending her castle against a giant she-troll who was intent on destroying the castle and all who resided in it. There had been a mighty battle and all of the heroic guards had been defeated, and the noblemen all injured – it was up to her to save the day, and save the day she would! She leapt into the air brandishing

"Yo Honey! You in there?"

A tap on the desk in front of her brought Honey crashing back to the present. She blinked a few times and looked up to see Gogo sitting across from her, textbook open and an expectant look on her face. It was a week before finals and Gogo and Honey were having their study session at the library. Honey sat up straighter and focused on her friend and study-buddy, offering a sheepish smile.

"Yes, I'm here, sorry, what?" Honey said.

Gogo smirked, well used to Honey's ventures into daydream land and popped a bubble.

"I was going to ask if you would quiz me on this chapter, but now I really just want to know what you were dreaming about this time?"

Honey laughed and blushed. Her daydreams were a regular source of amusement among her friends. She didn't mind, she found them funny also, but she had been trying so hard not to daydream during study sessions, she was a little embarrassed to have been caught out. She shrugged it off though, and leaned forward.

"Ok, well, I was a warrior princess…"

The textbooks lay on the desks, open and forgotten for the moment as Honey explained her latest daydream.

"And I was just about to save the day when you interrupted me!" she playfully poked her tongue out at Gogo.

Gogo sat back and huffed out a chuckle, shaking her head.

"You and your princess dreams..." she said thoughtfully, leaning back in her chair again and popping another bubble.

"Well it's over now, so we should probably get back into this," Honey indicated to the textbooks. Gogo rolled her eyes but nodded, and the girls settled in to try and memorize the chapter.

A few hours later Honey walked back into her apartment and closed the door, leaning back against it for a moment. She looked around the dimly lit, sparsely furnished place and sighed, moving quickly to her bedroom to get ready for bed. She didn't spend a lot of time here – what with university and her friends and their crime fighting alter-egos, she really only came here to sleep. Which was handy since she lived alone and she hated being alone.

She trudged through the hallway into her bedroom, flicking on the television for background noise as she walked past to get ready for bed. The local news anchor appeared on the screen, discussing the unrest between the Southern Isles and neighboring countries, Corona and Arendelle.

Honey stopped what she was doing and stared at the television. There had been a power struggle in that part of the world for centuries, since the time of Queen Elsa and Queen Rapunzel.

The Southern Isles wanted Arendelle, and Corona had been a powerful ally to Arendelle throughout the centuries. Eventually, just over twenty years ago the Southern Isles had changed tactics, attacking Corona, while their defenses were over with Arendelle. They instated one of their own, Prince Karl to rule the country and continued their assault on Arendelle from this new vantage point. Arendelle remained an impenetrable fortress however, and the Southern Isle instated king of Corona was swiftly running through Corona's assets in attempts to overtake the ice-harvesting kingdom.

For some reason, Honey found the whole situation incredibly interesting and so she sat down, watching intently as the news anchor launched into a story about the Coronian invasion, and the possibility of a royal survivor. Pictures of the Coronian royal family started flashing on the screen, starting with Queen Rapunzel and King Eugene and working their way through to the most recent Prince and Princess, who were newly assumed to have escaped with their baby daughter, bringing hope to the patriotic Coronians, and the kingdom of Arendelle, that the rightful Heir to the throne could be found and reinstated, finally overthrowing the Southern Isles for good and restoring peace to the region.

Honey's phone buzzed and she grabbed it, absently answering as she continued to watch the screen.

"Hello?"

"Honey! Are you watching the news?" Fred's enthusiastic voice came over the phone. Honey smiled, he had his conspiracy voice on. She couldn't wait to hear his latest theory.

"Yeah I am actually," she said.

"You do know they are looking for you right?"

The idea was so ridiculous that Honey laughed out loud.

"Fred you can't be serious!" she said when she had finished chuckling.

The news anchor had finished up the story and moved on to another one, so Honey turned away, readying herself for bed and focusing on her conversation.

"Honey, babe, did you SEE the pictures they were showing?"

"Yes, they showed the Coronian royal family," Honey said, not following his logic.

"And have you looked in a mirror lately?"

Honey wriggled into her nightgown and walked over to the dresser in her bedroom, peering into the mirror, trying to see whatever it was that Fred saw.

She saw long blonde hair, wide green eyes framed by large black glasses, a small nose and lips. She turned her face from side to side, analyzing it from the different angles. She realized after a moment that Fred was still talking.

"It would totally explain your history too! It's too much, it can't just be a coincidence!"

A pang shot through her chest at the mention of her past and Honey turned away from the mirror.

"Every foster kid wants to find out that she's a princess Fred, but newsflash, that doesn't happen in real life." she flopped back onto the bed, removing her glasses and staring at the now-fuzzy ceiling.

"Ordinary people don't become superhero's in real life either and yet here we are,"

Honey smiled. Here they were indeed. It had been almost a year since the incident with Krei Tech, and their gang had pretty much wiped out crime in San Fransokio. But superhero's and princesses were two different things, and with all the daydreams Honey already had about being a princess, she didn't think it wise to indulge in whatever fantasy world Fred was currently living.

"Fred, I have to go, I have an early class tomorrow," she begged off the conversation.

"Ok, goodnight your majesticness," Fred's cheery voice sang out before he hung up.

Honey lifted the now-disconnected phone and stared at it for a moment. Fred had had some crazy theories before, but this one was pretty outrageous. She tried to shake the idea, reciting the table of the elements and the different parts of a neutron, but Fred's theory kept popping into her mind until, unable to help herself, she googled images of the Coronian royal family, staring for long moments at the features of the women in the family. Fashions and hairstyles differed with the changing time periods that they lived in, but all of the eyes were a shade of green, and set in a bone structure that was remarkably similar to the one that she wore.

Could it be possible? Could she actually be the missing princess of Corona?

She shut off her phone quickly and shoved it away from her.

"Aiko Miyazaki!" she growled sternly to herself, using her real name – one that only she knew, "this is not the time for your princess daydreams! Get your head out of the clouds and back to reality!"

With that she rolled over and closed her eyes, determined to dream of calculus and chemistry and absolutely nothing to do with princesses.


Kristopher, the third crown prince of Arendelle, wore a look of focused concentration as he studied the six headshots the private investigator had left him. He spread them out over the desk and six pairs of green eyes stared back up at him. This was it. This was Arendelle's best shot at finding the missing Princess. He studied each headshot in turn, taking in details. A headband on this one, three sets of piercings and some heavy eye liner on that one, one with a small birthmark on her left cheek. The girls all shared similar facial structures and each had the same wide, expressive green eyes.

He grabbed one of the headshots and examined it a bit closer. Aiko Miyazaki, 23-year-old Chemistry student at San Fransokio Institute of Technology. An interesting name for the possible missing princess of Corona, but he didn't rule it out completely.

The night that the princess's parents had escaped had been a terrible massacre, with the entire household – both royals and staff, being brutally murdered in their sleep. The escaped royals had surely seen the fallout on the news and taken extra precautions to safeguard their daughter. It wouldn't surprise him at all if they had given her a foreign name to mislead the Southern Isles if they ever came after them.

Kristopher had been safe in Arendelle, and all of 3 years old at the time of the attack, and so had not known of the massacre until much later, but he had grown up familiar with the conflict of the Southern Isles, and seen the suffering of the Coronian people under Karl's tyrannical rule.

Arendelle had been a close ally of Corona, and so the royal family made it a priority to not only protect their own borders, but also to seek the one who could restore Corona to its former dignity and grace.

Kristopher had been charged with the task of finding the lost princess. His oldest brother was in line for the throne, and still had much to learn from Father. His next brother had joined the army and was working with those on the front lines, doing everything they could to end this war.

Kristopher was glad for this assignment, glad to be able to do something about the situation, and now that he had intelligence on these six possible princesses, nothing remained but to fly out to each of them, and find out if she was the girl they were looking for. Thankfully, they did have a way of making sure they got the right girl.

"Stuart," He called out to his head of security and intelligence. The man appeared in the doorway a moment later. Kristopher continued to study the headshots as he spoke.

"Are you sure the magic will be evident in the princess?" He asked.

"It was confirmed to be in Princess Sophia, her mother, and I'm afraid it is the only chance we have of finding her."

Kristopher nodded, history books stated that the magical healing power that had resided in Queen Rapunzel's hair before it was cut, had remained inside her and been passed down to her children. While the hair of her children and descendants did not glow, it still maintained the healing qualities of the original golden flower if applied directly to a wound while the song was sung. It had also evolved in that the hair could be cut, and the power would remain. If the song was never sung though, it was quite possible that the princess would not even know what her own hair was capable of doing.

A knock on the door interrupted the Prince's train of thought.

Kristopher glanced up at the intrusion.

"The plane is ready your highness," the servant advised, bowing low.

"Thank you," Kristopher dismissed the servant with a nod.

"Well we may as well get this show on the road then," Kristopher muttered to himself as he gathered the headshots into a manila envelope and made his way towards the airstrip. It was time to find the heir, and end this war, once and for all.


KC

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