This is taken place in a universe that Walt Disney Motion pictures studios does not exist, and the Disney characters live in the same world. Sorry for the short intro.

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"No! I will not do it. Not for all of the technological resources in the world." Shuri said as she stomped to her desk, her face heating up.

"Sister, it is for the good of our country." T'Challa called after her.

She stopped, turned on her heel and put her hands on her hips. "How is joining an European club full of rich white woman complaining about chipped nails going to help Wakanda?"

The Dame Institute of Sophisticated Noble Elegance of Youth (or DISNEY for short) was a special exclusive club for royalty, or, to be more specific, princesses. Shuri was invited shortly after their country opened up their doors (or shield) to the rest of the world. A primitive form of a message was sent to them in the form of a letter, with elegant cursive writing that no one could read. In the end that had to get one of Shuri's gadgets for decoding secret messages to help them read it.

To Her Royal Highness, Princess Shuri of Wakanda

Congratulations!

We are pleased to invite you into our club, the Dames Institute of Sophisticated Noble Elegance of Youth.

We believe that your presence will be a welcome addition and hope you consider our request.

If you do/not want to join, please send this letter back with your answer.

Sincerely

The Head Chairwoman, Queen Elsa of Arendelle

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When Shuri read the "congratulations!" she already decided that she would rather go up against three of W'Kabi's armoured rhinos with a broken spear made out only of wood than to dress up in long power pink dress and waving a fan around the place.

Her brother sighed. "We need to get along with the other countries, and this is a perfect opportunity. Especially since they are royals we can establish trading connections."

"I honestly don't believe that you want me to do this, brother. I understand the whole trade relations thing, but to make me become one of them." She shook her was no way on this planet that could change her mind.

T'Challa rested his hand on her shoulder. "Shuri, I am not asking you to change the way you look or how you act or who you are. I am not asking you to trade your lab clothes for an uncomfortable dress, but what I am asking is for you to help me and our country. Look at it this way; you are going to be representing Wakanda. You will be able to strut in there, as you do, and show them how it is to be a true princess. Show them that there is more to life than drinking coffee under umbrellas while servants run around them. You will be able to show them that we are not some poor third world country, but a highly advance technological society whose princess serves her people as an inventor and head scientist, not as a some girl whose main choice of the day is the colour of her dress." He turned her around and looked her in the eye. "Show them how it is done."

Shuri was silent, pondering on what he said. So maybe there was a way to change her mind. He did have a good point. She looked up and smiled at him while nodding.

"Yes, I will accept. But I am going it my way." She took the paper and crumpled it up and threw it behind her.

Her brother just laughed. "I would accept nothing less from you." He turned around and walked away. "Make me proud!"

Oh, she will, once she finds everything she needs to introduce herself properly.

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The weekly DISNEY board meeting was in session in Belle's and Adam's Castle. Queen Elsa was sorting through the itinerary with the rest of the committee.

"So on Friday, we are agreed, that we will have a ball in honour of Ariel's and Prince Eric's soon-to-be-born child." She looked up and smiled at the red head. She was wearing her pink gown and a small bump was noticeable, "Congratulations again."

Ariel blushed. "Thank you."

"Onto the next topic: the stolen jewels of Agrabah..." Queen Elsa was cut off with a blaring noise.

The Committee all clutched their ears, blocking out the sound and looking at each other in panic when the screen on the wall turned on.

Instead of a black screen it showed a girl with dark skin wearing a beautiful white dress and her hair tied up intricately with white beads. Elsa immediately recognised her as Princess Shuri of Wakanda, the newest invitee of the club.

Shuri was squinting into the lens whispering to herself. "Is this on? Do you see me?"

The crowd was too busy being shocked to reply. Shuri could see them through the screen next to her.

"I take that as a yes." She walked back and cleared her throat. "Hello, I am Princess Shuri of Wakanda. I accept your invitation, and hope to see you soon. Is next week Monday good for you?"

Elsa cleared her throat. "Um, sure..."

Shuri smiled. "Oh that is brilliant! I will meet you where ever you are. I have the co-ordinates here so you do not have to worry about directions. Goodbye!"

The screen went black.

The Committee members turned to Else in unison. She was silent.

How the...did she... What just happened?

"I do not know what happened," Mulan piped up in the silence. "But she has some serious style."