The trolls and the bergens celebrated late into the night, but the party mostly died down before midnight even struck. Many of the bergens (who had only just discovered their own internal capabilities for happiness) had never celebrated anything in their entire lives, except, of course, the return of Trollstice.

Even the trolls, the happiest creatures ever, couldn't keep the party going. It had been a very long few days. It was time for some peace and quiet: it was time to sleep.

There were a few individuals, however, who were still wide awake.

Poppy reached up to touch the crown that now lay on her head. As the last few trolls went to bed she reflected on the events that led to where she was sitting: the party that attracted the attention of the Chef, the journey she set out on to rescue her friends... and Branch. She was glad he had been with her.

She took the crown off of her head and stared at it. Her father had given it to her as he declared her the new queen, but did she deserve it? Poppy wondered silently if he truly believed in her or if it was only because of the heat of the moment.

I can do this. I saved troll village; I can rule them too.

Then again, she hadn't done that on her own. Branch had been with her.

It doesn't matter, she thought, I can still do this.