The throne room was a large and beautiful site, Elsa's favorite room in the whole castle. Everything was shaded green, reminding her of the greenest grass in the summer.

The ovular shaped room had the throne in its centre and Gothel seated on it. To her left, on smaller thrones, Princess Rapunzel and Princess Anna sat quietly. Elsa could tell they always looked tense and even scared to be around their step-mother.

"YOU—GIRL!" Queen Gothel pointed at Elsa. Even though all written texts about Gothel said she's kind, the Queen was really bitter and mean. But that never changed the fact that she was their Queen.

Elsa felt the hairs on her neck prickle up, she liked to be invisible at these meetings but now she wasn't, "Yes, my Queen?"

"Come here,"

Elsa walked over to the throne and held out her tray of chocolates to the Queen. Gothel took one bite and grinned with her divinely white-teethed smile. Everyone knew Gothel was bitter, but she is also easily the most beautiful woman in all the lands.

"This one is my favorite!" The Queen yelled to another maid, "Go get more now!"

The maid scurried out of the room like a scared child.

Elsa felt stiff, her knuckles beginning to turn white from gripping the tray so hard. She hated being near the Queen and now she was forced to stand beside her during the whole meeting.

Elsa's gaze shifted behind the throne to the large balcony that took up almost half the room. The view was extravagant. The balcony led out to a lake and beyond the water, Elsa could see the beautiful capital city of Disney, Arendelle.

"Your Highness," one of the Royal officials, Elsa recognized as Lord Wesselton said to the Queen, "if we may get back to the matter at hand-"

"What is the matter at hand!" Gothel cackled. "Everything is going perfectly! The Kingdom of Dreamworks has no other choice but to seek help from us now! Their land is poisoned! They have no crops!"

Elsa froze. She immediately knew Gothel had something to do with the kingdom of Dreamworks' crops. But obviously she couldn't say anything, she had to stand there and keep her opinion to herself because that what a maid was supposed to do. She looked over at Princess Anna and Rapunzel, they looked guilty but too scared to say anything.

"Yes, Your Highness but the Kingdom of Dreamworks has been seeking help from the other surrounding kingdoms. The Kingdom of Sony, BlueSky, and Illumination have all been trading crops with them."

"Oh," Gothel sounded reluctant. "That is a problem… well, I guess that means we must poison their land too."

"If I may…" remarked Wesselton.

"Get on with it!"

Queen Gothel accidently spit a crumb of chocolate on Elsa but she didn't dare move a muscle to clean it.

"If we poison everyone's crops, the other kingdoms might finally suspect our interference."

"Let them suspect us-I do not care."

"They may want to start a war." Wesselton was turning red, the sweat he was emitting was causing his spectacles to slip down all the way to the tip of his nose.

"So be it," Gothel said. "We have the largest military in all the lands."

Elsa wanted to punch her, this is not how someone should run a kingdom.

"Yes, my Queen," Wesselton continued, "But if all the kingdoms combine their forces against us, there's a chance we may lose."

"I have that under control," Queen Gothel said. "Once they see they have no crops left, they'll realize they must seek aid from us."

Elsa's stomach dropped. She had to put so much effort into holding the tray in her hands and not smacking it into Gothel's head outright. She looked at Rapunzel and Anna who looked as if they wanted to cry.

"Our Grimm Brother's Annual Masquerade Ball is in two days," Queen Gothel said. "I expect you to invite everyone! Invite every royal in all the lands. It is at this event that the kingdom of Dreamworks will kneel down and beg for our help."

"Brilliant plan just like our brilliant Queen." Lord Wesselton flattered.

"Shut up and go send the invitations!"

"Yes, my Queen-Of course, my Queen." Wesselton ran from the room immediately.

"Please leave," Gothel said.

It took Elsa a moment to realize Gothel was talking to her, she was the only maid in the room, so no one else had heard their plans. Of course Gothel didn't care about Elsa, she was just a mere maid in this large kingdom. She was small and powerless.

Elsa rushed out of the room, careful not to drop the tray since all eyes were now on her. She could feel herself trembling.


"Did she really say all those things?" Flynn said to Elsa as he cooked the meal he liked to call Les Poissons.

"Yes," Elsa shuttered. She sat on one of the kitchen counters eating some of the left over chocolates from the meeting. Luckily, the kitchen was practically empty, besides the few other cooks who didn't seem to care for Elsa's presence. Elsa should have been cleaning the library but she decided to take a well-deserved break-mainly to bother Flynn while he cooked the Queen's dinner.

"Well, at least now we can see why the Nightmares were a thing." Flynn said casually as he flipped a fish in the air like a pancake.

"Shh!" Elsa dropped her plate-she caught it reflexively-before putting it down on the counter beside her. "If anyone hears you, you'll get into trouble."

"Why? Everyone knows about the Nightmares rebelling against the throne."

"The Nightmares are different from the Rebels." Elsa said defensively. "The Nightmares assassinated the former King and Queen-who were kind and good for our kingdom-the Rebels are only against Gothel being our new Queen."

"Oh please!" Flynn pointed his spatula at her, "Don't start with your crazy theory again-we all know the Nightmares and the Rebels are the same."

Elsa took another bite of food to keep her from talking. He wasn't right but he also wasn't wrong. Elsa knew nothing about either group, she could only believe what she wanted to.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Ray walked into the kitchen, "Get off my counter! Just because I call you princess Elsa does not mean you can act like one!"

"Sorry," Elsa said casually hopping off the counter, "I'm leaving now."

She left her tray of chocolates on the counter food on the counter-put on her apron readying herself to go back to the library to clean.