Hello! So a friend on tumblr pitched this idea, and I HAD TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. SO! Here it is. A crossover of Aladdin and RotG. Enjoy!
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Gossip, especially gossip amongst palace workers, has a way of outracing even the fastest horse.
So it came as no surprise to young Princess Toothiana that her secret wonderful special gift that was just for her became the talk of the kingdom.
Though she had never been outside the palace, the entire kingdom knew that their beloved princess was playing with the gift from her parents for her twelfth birthday. It was a tiny bear cub, mostly white, but with a small patch of dark fur under his chin that looked almost like a beard.
"Oh, Mother, Father, thank you so very much!" the Princess had surely cooed. "I shall care for him like a brother!"
That is how it went, which each bit of news being talked of and known thoroughly before it was officially announced.
And so it came to pass that, a few months after the talk of the Princess's pet bear had subsided, a much nastier rumor was whispered through the streets.
"Have you heard?"
"Oh, my, it's just dreadful!"
"The poor Princess!"
"An illness, perhaps?"
"Nasty business, it is."
"It might have been poison."
"Ah, best not to speak of such things."
On it went, and no one was remotely shocked when it was publicly announced:
King Haroom and Queen Rashmi were dead.
The standing regent, Tsar Lunar, would reign in the place of Princess Toothiana until she was of age. Then she would be wed, and the people would have a proper ruler.
It should have been simple, but the rumors persisted. Most said that the king and queen had caught a dreadful illness during their visit to the northern kingdoms, when they had brought back the bear cub for their daughter. A few, however, suspected foul play, and most in this crowd pointed fingers at the royal vizier.
These people never had the chance to spread such rumors for too long. Anyone with half a brain knew not to speak ill of the royal adviser Kozmotis Pitcherton.
Rumors came and went, until they finally reached a young lad on the outskirts of the city.
"The Princess is in mourning," a voice whispered past his shock of white hair and into his ear.
That night, he stood at the window of his dilapidated residence, and looked out over the city and to the palace, wondering if the rumors about Princess Toothiana were true. He looked in the direction of the palace, then whispered, "I hope you feel happy again soon, Princess."
That was the last he'd think of her for six years.
Jack Frost had turned from a boy to a man by the time he heard the next rumor.
"Princess Toothiana is will not accept any of her suitors."