A/N: Finally I have this finished! Lol, it's about time, right? Well, I don't have much to say right now other than a disclaimer, but I will say that I don't think this chapter is as funny as the last few guys, I'm sorry. =( I tried, I really did, but I don't think my funny bone was working much while typing this... Anyway, I'll let you read it now.

Disclaimer: I don't on PaTG.

Irene sat about as close to Froglip as he would allow her, which was probably a minimum of twelve feet. Her soft red lips were pursed into a soft scowl that she normally pulled on her father when she wasn't allowed to do something. She kept the facial expression because, a bit of her hoped that he would cave and say it was cute and allow her to help the goblin prince. But after a bit he had to do the most manly thing a person, or in this case, goblin, could do.

"Why are you making that ugly face at me?"

Her light scowl hardened into a full on, deadpanned glare that didn't answer Froglip's question at all. His shoulders shrugged up and he held out his hands, palms up, as if he hadn't a clue why she seemed angrier at the statement. The princess rolled her eyes and let out a loud sight, glaring at the fire instead. It had been about thirty minutes since she had tried to warm him up in the first place and not getting her way with this was really tugging at her. She seriously pulled the cutest pouty-face she could muster, and he called her ugly? The nerve!

They sat in silence for a few more moments, Froglip going over how he was going to get out of here and Irene still fuming at the ugly-statement. She actually wasn't this vein but if a goblin called her ugly that was pretty bad. At least in her book.

Froglip glanced at the seething princess next to him before looking back at the fire. She was doing the same thing his mother did to his father. His parents weren't separated or divorced in any way but he had witnessed enough fights between them to recognize the signs. Irene has been eerily quiet since he asked her why she was looking at him, her muscles were tense and her facial expression has been the same for the past five minutes. He looked uneasily back at the fire and took a deep breath.

Five… four… three… two…

"I'm not ugly!"

He knew he shouldn't have said that.

"Does it matter if you are?"

"Well do you really think I am?"

"Why in the world does my opinion even matter to you?"

Irene opened her mouth to retort but her voice caught in her throat. After a second, her mouth still hanging open from the shock of her realization, she blinked and retreated from her offensive position. Why did she care about his opinion on her looks? Despite that calling her ugly was absolutely offensive, Froglip had no room to talk. He wasn't exactly prince charming himself!

"I don't," she finally stammered, still regaining some of her composure by straightening her posture and turning her nose away from him. Froglip raised an eyebrow at her before shrugging and turning back to the fire. After a moment he glanced back at her now slumped form once more, his mind coming up with ways to torment her over this.

"So what would you have done if I called you otherwise?" he asked, leaning over slightly on the girl who looked absolutely repulsed. She leaned away from him and before he could get another word in her expression darkened.

"I've already punched you once today," she threatened, "Would you like double that?"

Froglip stopped in mid-lean and gulped before silently leaning back into his original spot.

Approximately four more minutes went by before Irene looked over to see Froglip still shivering. It annoyed her to hear his teeth constantly chattering yet it made her feel sorry to see him in such a vulnerable state. This was not how she pictured the fearsome Goblin Prince when he was trying to kidnap her so many years ago. Though he was still that same goblin occasionally, right now just wasn't one of those moments.

Without saying a word, Irene leaned over and began to gently rub the goblin's ears. Froglip stiffened at first, glancing over at her with a terrified look in his eyes. But after a moment he realized that he shouldn't actually care whether or not he was being touched. Right now if he shivered any longer he just might freeze to death out here. After swallowing his pride and… a few other feelings he began to loosen up, drooping his eyes slightly. He had to admit, it did warm him up. Irene eventually began to rub his arms, forearms, and wrapped him in a tight hug that made him want to reconsider.

He did feel warmer, but this was just too close. The Goblin Prince tried to just take in the warmth and forget the fact that it was a human trying to share body heat with him, but the image of Irene holding him like this just crept right back up to the front of his brain. Eventually he lost the battle with himself and scowled.

"I can't do this," he said flatly, pushing Irene away. The redhead scoffed, and crossed her arms before a thought entered her mind.

"Are you just nervous because I'm a girl?"

Froglip's ears perked at her question and he turned to her, eyes narrowed, "I'll have you know that I've had plenty of women in my lifetime, and no you do not make me nervous," he snapped, each word drawing him nearer to the princess. Irene wasn't taken aback at all, satisfied that she had clearly struck a nerve but she wasn't finished. As he drew nearer she realized the bigger victory held in this small standoff and therefore she held her ground, stretching her pink lips into a sly grin, "You just don't seem to understand that Goblins and Humans have thought of each other as hideous for generations and I am not about to be the first to change his mind, no matter how difficult you make it. So no, just because you are a girl isn't why I am nervous."

By the time he was finished Froglip's nose was barely toughing Irene's. Her sapphire eyes were half closed, eyebrows raised, and sly grin stretched further out into a smug one. Froglip's eyes widened slightly at the realization that he just suggested something so sick his mother might as well throw up. He backed away from Irene's winning smile just as she made her victory comment, "So I'm not really ugly."

He wanted something to retort, something to grumble but the look on his face would probably ruin any comment he had left. Instead he forced down the flushing of his cheeks and swallowed, hard, so that he could breathe again past the lump gathering in his throat.

Irene took his silence as the trophy to her little victory. She tried to help, tried to be nice, tried everything her father and his first maid had taught her to be a polite lady but nothing was working. She very much so wanted to hit him upside his big head but how she just embarrassed him was worth far more. Straightening her posture and scooting away from him, Irene held out her hands, palms out, to warm them against the fire.

After getting over herself and her victory, she allowed her real mood to surface; disappointment. How on earth could she forget the spell that brought them here? And how come her grandmother hadn't magically found them yet? It had probably been a good hour or two since she's been gone, how can Irene not get tracked? And did her father miss her? Because surely he had no clue of these magic lessons and as far as she knew, it could be dawn by now and the servants would be looking for her. And her new maid, ugh!

As much as Irene wanted to stay out here she had to get home, and the more she thought about that the more her mind wondered to how she had forgotten the blasted spell in the first place. Was she stupid? Certainly this had to be some sort of backfire that caused her to forget it but she just couldn't think of anything.

Froglip started tapping his foot on the dirt ground, drawing Irene's attention back toward him after it was finally away from him. The goblin prince kept his gaze averted and twitched his ear nervously, hoping her attention would be drawn from him. But as soon as he began to tap his foot on the cold, stone ground, he heard the faint sound of drums beating at the same tempo. He looked curiously at the fire as said drum began to shape in the flames. Quickly he looked at Irene to see it was her doing, her blue eyes glowing with amusement while her mind focused on the flames.

"Do you like puppet shows?" she asked as the flames grew and more drums joined the first, beginning to play a tune that Froglip could only describe as earthy.

"I use to watch them as a child," he confessed softly, mesmerized by the drums in the fire, "Mother stopped making me watch them when I turned eight."

Irene frowned, almost sympathetic for him and quickly remembered the snide comment he had made earlier. And the ones following it.

She's watched puppet shows ever since she would sit up long enough to watch them. Before her mother died, that is. She vaguely remembered the poorly made puppets that made her laugh and scream with joy. Irene watched them until she was at least thirteen, when she decided she no longer wished to see them. But Froglip had to give them up at eight? What kind of mother would do such a thing?

Irene refocused on the fire and the drums grew louder. Even more so as she stood up.

"You know, when Curdie and I were still allowed to see each other we would build a fire in the woods and sit around it," she said, her chest feeling empty at the memory but forced herself to continue, "On nights that we were cold we would dance around the fire. I didn't know if you were still freezing but it's just a suggest-"

"I don't dance."

"Oh come on, do you want to freeze to death?"

"No, but I don't dance, and I don't cuddle with Sun-People!"

"It's not even really dancing!"

"Then what is it?"

The drums ceased and Irene leaned closer, her eyes filled with mischief.

"Do you want to know a secret?"

The abrupt subject change brought Froglip to a screeching halt in his thought process. He looked at her wearily but beckoned her to continue with the raise of an eyebrow. Irene adjusted her position so she was facing him a little better now, licking her lips, obviously excited she had remembered the news.

"A few months back, Father just recently heard rumors that another continent was found. A whole new continent! I don't remember the name of the man who found it, but there were more rumors spread that the natives there lived in the wild! No buildings or anything, they hunted the animals the could find in the area."

Irene's excitement towards this news confused Froglip to no end. Who cares if there was another continent found? It had nothing to do with either of them and it wasn't as if they were going to go someday anyways. But he let her continue without interrupting, "But most of all there's all these tales on how they have these rituals."

By this time Irene started to stand and the drums started once more, picking up where they left off, "They would build a fire and smoke from these huge pipes!" she exclaimed, the smoke in the fire beginning to change colors, "And the others would dance around it, but not really dance like… skipping."

She demonstrated the dance, skipping around the fire and twirling when she reached the place near where she started. Irene bent down to Froglip's eye-level, her excitement growing, "And they would do this to contact witht heir gods."

"Gods?" Froglip scoffed. Before he could say anymore Irene had taken hold of his wrists and hoisted the Goblin Prince to his feet. He couldn't protest at all and he hadn't a clue why. Irene spun and pulled her weight away from his, causing him to spin too and eventually he was forced to skip along with her. Irene let go of one of his wrists and spun herself in a circle, feeling light on her feet as she danced just like others had described the Indians dancing. Irene spun again to see that Froglip was actually following her!

She had to admit that when she let go of him she mostly expected for the goblin to sit right back down where he was. But he kept dancing along with her and it just made her smile broaden, and the drums make more noises.

After a moment, she didn't know when, but the drums had died down when her focus on them lessened and eventually the only sounds in the cave were her and Froglip's laughter.

Laughter. He was laughing now!

Irene couldn't believe it. She had actually gotten the Goblin Prince to thaw out just enough that he was dancing and laughing. Was she really just passed out somewhere in her room and dreaming?

Froglip didn't care anymore.

He was locked in a cave with the only Sun-Person he sometimes considered murdering, warmed up by a fire that hardly seemed hot, and was dancing and laughing around it like a lunatic. He had finally lost his marbles.

And he just didn't care.

Froglip danced around, following Irene's movements and careful not to stub his toes. At one point, he had gained on her without noticing and only caught a glimpse of her looking at him in mid-spin.

The Goblin Prince almost staggered on his feet. For a moment the look on the girl's face was completely calm and serene. Her long, firey red hair whirled around her as she spun, her huge, blue eyes were half closed in a calm focus that made her look almost too comfortable, and her chemise clung loosely to her figure as she moved. Froglip moved past her, watching her in shock of what he was feeling and kept going straight.

Irene was just finishing another spin, feeling so relieved that she had gotten him to warm up that she almost missed the loud crash that sounded just behind her. Irene turned abruptly to see that Froglip had actually ran straight into the wall.

"Are you okay?" she exclaimed, rushing to his side instantly. Froglip was dazed at first but when he recognized Irene's face hovering over his own he couldn't suppress the frown. He shoved her away with hardly any strength and lisped, "I'm fine! Quit touching me!"

Irene, looking taken aback, stepped away from him and crossed her arms. She opened her mouth, about to retort something, no doubt before she jolted upright at the sound of a new voice.

"Irene!"

She whirled around to see her Great, Great Grandmother standing just a few feet behind her, tapping her foot. It didn't even occur to the princess right away how awkward this probably looked. She followed her grandmother's gaze down to her chemise, and felt her face burn as hot as the fire.

"Uh… Grandmother, it's not what you…"

"Hush hush!" she commanded, unfolding her arms, "I've been looking for you all evening, I could hardly pick up your magic in order to find you. What on Earth are you doing so close to the Poles?" she demanded. Irene's face paled. She was near the Poles? How could she have come so far from home!

"And you!" she pointed a finger at Froglip, who had just gotten to his feet but still needed the support of the wall in order to stay erect, "Your mother is worried sick!"

"How do you know?" Froglip challenged before Irene turned and made a sound to silence him, but his gaze never tore from the strange woman now before them both.

"I know a lot of things," she replied, growing less aggravated and more amused, before turning sharply to Irene, "How come you have not come home yet?"

Irene looked guiltily to her dress still drying on the rocks, "I forgot how…"

Without being told she briskly walked over to her still wet dress and gathered it into a folded bundle into her arms. Froglip watched her, now able to stand on his own without the support of the wall, and both turned expectantly to the strange woman who Froglip still didn't know.

"Your father is looking for you too, Irene. I'll send you both home, but don't let this happen again. And you," she turned back to Froglip, though her tone was no longer as strict as it had been, "Don't be getting my great granddaughter into anymore trouble."

Before Froglip could protest, or even say anything at all, everything went dark.

Irene stared at the spot where he once was and turned slowly to her grandmother, shifting her weight from side to side, "Am I in trouble?"

Her grandmother's gaze softened and she shook her head, "Not at all, my child…"

"Even though I was with a goblin?" she asked, surprised that there would be no verdict over this issue.

"Irene," her grandmother started while the room began to glow around them, pulling them away from this place, "That goblin is going to get you into trouble worse than this."

And with that, she was home, in her room, and musing over her grandmother's words. She walked over to her bed where Turnip now lie and picked him up. The cat awoke from his nap and purred softly, rubbing his head into the crook of her neck.

"What on earth could that mean?"

A/N:And that's the end of the Winter Wonderland Two-shot! Sorry it wasn't as humorous as the last few one, guys. But at least we got to see the Goblin Prince soften up a little right? Haha! He's not going to be happy the next time he sees Irene...

And now for review replies. Thankyou guys so much for reading, it means a lot to me! =)

DarkraixCresselia: Ir eally tortured both of them a lot didn't I? xD I'm glad you love it a lot so far though, I hope this chapter was good too!They definitely flirted a little bit more in it. ;)

The Non-Existing Person: Thankyou so much! =D

16 SilverMoon 16: I like cookies! D:

Sorry they're all so short guys. I'm really tired now, but thankyou so much for reading and reviewing!