Author's Note: Yay! Glad to see that a faithful reader, Dream Guardian King Allen, is still reading the story! I couldn't do it without you! And thanks for the encouragement.

I've been scared of losing my audience, but my view count really hasn't suffered much. (If you're a long-time reader still reading, please message me or something to quell any anxieties. Just stop by and say hi! You can talk to me. I'm not scary, I promise!) Thank you all so much. You're the best.

Also, I've just finished a book in one week (if you know me, you know how rare that is), and it's actually about fanfiction. It's called "Fangirl" by Rainbow Rowell. I just thought I'd give it a boost, in case you're interested in reading actual fiction that deals with fanfiction as a type of genre. It's really interesting. Gushy, but well done.

Additionally, these chapters are getting longer.

Enjoy!

"Bonnie," Woody started, pacing in front of her. She was there for what the toys had called "an intervention." She didn't start her shift as an intern until later in the day, since she wasn't technically an employee. Andy had headed off to work an hour ago, with Chris not too far behind him. "Do you know why we've called you here today?"

"Andy's sad."

"Well," Woody tipped his hat, "Yes, but why?"

"His girlfriend left him and he's being too big of a baby to forgive his best friend." Leave it to Bonnie to sum up months of complication in a single, blunt sentence.

"Okay, so you do know why you're here." Woody stopped and stood with the rest of the toys.

"Well, I know that's the reason for this meeting, but I don't know exactly what we're trying to accomplish." She leaned back on the couch, folding her rainbow-clad arms.

"We're trying to get Andy and Chris to be friends again."

"They're still friends, Woody. Andy's just mad and can't work it through his foggy skull that he needs to forgive Chris."

Buzz walked forward. "Bonnie, if you're going to help us get them back to normal, you might need to treat the situation a little more gently."

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Well, I could try that. But if it doesn't work, am I allowed to hit him upside the head until he gets some sense inside his brain?"

"No."

Bonnie huffed.

"Bonnie, please," said Bo Peep, walking up to her. "We've tried everything. He needs someone else to tell him. Who better than you?"

"Okay, okay. I know." She rested her elbows on her knees and let her forearms go limp. "He's like my big brother, guys. Try to understand why I'm frustrated. And why I want an excuse to hit him."

Jessie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I think we've all been that frustrated with Andy recently."

"I also want him to be happy. So, I'll talk to him. I'll be gentle at first. But if that doesn't work, I'm calling in the tough love. He doesn't have time to waste. Chris has been out of his life for too long."

The toys smiled. "Then it's a plan?" asked Woody.

"Consider it done."

"Wilbur!" He thought he must have heard something wrong. But he turned around and was greeted by two arms and a blur of red floral fabric. Lilo threw her arms about his neck and almost tackled him to the ground.

"Lilo!" He patted her back, eventually moving his arms around to hug her back. "What's up?" He thought that they had settled that there needed to be a bit of distance between them. But as she stood hugging him in the center of the Shopping District, it didn't look like that was going to be a problem anymore.

"I've got it." She pushed back and held him by his shoulders at arm's distance. "It's not that we have to be apart. It's that we need to be closer together."

He raised one dark eyebrow. "Lilo, we've already tried this, remember? It didn't work out."

"No, no, no. That's not what I mean." She grabbed her head, smiling, like she just cured the common cold. "I mean, what if we just expected too much, too soon? We just kind of threw our friendship on Stitch and expected him to be okay with it, cold turkey. What if we just, I don't know, weaned him until he got used to you?"

"Lilo, I can only take so many beatings until I have to draw the line."

"No? Ugh . . . I don't know." She stood back from him, wearing her thinking face. "I want to see if I can just show Stitch that you're not bad for me, and that you don't change anything about how I need him. We could start out small. I could tell him about nice things that you did for me. When I was sure that he wasn't going to hurt you again, I could bring you over for short amounts of time until he gets used to you."

He smiled that pearly white smile down at her. "You're brilliant."

"I know."

He sighed, looking up and away from her. "I just don't know how we're going to pull it off," he said, exhaling through the sentence.

She shrugged. "We'll figure out something, Wilbur. I promise. Just leave it to me."

He smiled back at her. "Whatever it is, let me know. I'm on board." He pulled her into another hug. "Anything for you, Lilo."

Funny thing about reunions. They're sort of an annual thing.

Love it or hate it, the Princess Annual Reunion was happening. There was some controversy every year that the princesses were the only ones with a reunion. Some of the princesses didn't even want to attend, let alone their princes.

Supporters of the event always said that others had every right to have reunions for themselves, but other arguments stood that that didn't stop Disneyland's royals from seeming like a clique. (And some of the princesses weren't sure that suspicion was completely false.)

So, on that normal Tuesday evening for all other inhabitants of Disneyland, the princesses and their princes met at the Pavilion for their reunion . . . however chipper or begrudging.

The whole place was lit up and busy all at once . . . it was very lady-like to be directly on time. No one would dare to use "fashionably late" an excuse. (Except for the few . . . Merida included.)

For the most part, the royal couples attended in their best outfits, best manners on display, greeting everyone like they hadn't seen them in a long time. There was a lot of buzz going around about three people in particular, however.

There were two new princesses, and only one of them had a prince. They had been informally inducted into the Royal Court, because one of them had a country to run, as she was actually a queen. Only the lucky few, Rapunzel, Merida, and Jasmine, had met them a long time ago. They had heard nothing bad about the sisters, except for the small incident with controlling magic that the older one had a while back.

Before they even arrived, Elsa, Anna, and Kristoff were already the life of the party.

Which was ironic, because when they walked in, no one noticed. They were too busy talking about them to actually talk to them.

The first one to notice them was Rapunzel. She came running towards her cousins, hugging them both by the neck. "Elsa! Anna! Good to see you." Eugene followed through the crowd to the four.

He stuck out his hand to Kristoff. "Good to see you again, Kristoff."

Kristoff took it and grinned. "Thanks, good to know someone here."

The girls went off to a table and began talking away immediately, drawing the attention of other princesses and creating a large group.

Eugene crossed his arms and faced the table of chatting princesses. "Yeah, I know the feeling. It takes a while to get used to. How long are you staying for?"

Kristoff mimicked his pose without meaning to. "Just tonight. Elsa's a busy lady, and Anna wouldn't dare leave her side. I've suggested moving here several times, but Anna wants to get used to life with Elsa in Arendelle first." He shrugged. "We'll figure it out. Life's been pretty good lately. I'm not in a hurry."

"That's good to hear."

"What's been up with you?"

Eugene moved his head around out of uncertainty, not exactly sure where to start. "I don't know. There's just been this weird feeling around Disneyland, lately. Like something is waiting. Not to mention that there's been a lot of silence between the princesses for a really long time. I wonder what's up."

Kristoff nodded his head. "I can feel it. Like they're talking to each other but not telling each other everything. Have you figured out anything?"

"Well, Rapunzel and I have been talking to a few of our friends. It just seems like nothing's really been going right for any of us." He shrugged. "I don't know about everyone, but I know a couple that's having trouble with money, and another with having a child. And we all know what happened to Cinderella. Every time we've talked to our couple friends, it's like they're not progressing. Nothing good is happening, but usually, nothing really bad, either."

"Like you said, you're just waiting."

He shrugged. "Well, Rapunzel and I are fine. It's the others that make us feel bad for doing okay."

"You can't help that. Maybe the reunion will help." Kristoff gestured towards his wife and sister-in-law. "You know, they're supposed to make a speech. I don't know what Elsa's got planned, but if I know Anna, she'll pick up on how everyone's doing and do something about it."

"Yeah?"

Kristoff sighed. "I hope so." He smiled. "Come on," he said, starting to walk towards their wives and waving for Eugene to follow him. "We've got to be arm candy."

"Psh, arm candy? You?" Eugene said, joking with him, but he complied.

Elsa, Anna, and Rapunzel were all talking to each other and the other royals seemed happy to just spectate, though occasionally someone would ask one of the newcomers a tentative question.

Snow White, who was fully invested in the conversation, piped up from the other side of the table. "So, what's life like in Arendelle?"

The sisters looked at each other, smiling. "Well," Elsa started. "Sunny."

"But only if we want it to be." Anna said, looking at Snow White.

"It's pretty good, to be honest. I can't imagine living anywhere else," Elsa said, looking gracefully over the princesses. "No offense."

They all grumbled in various tones that there was none taken.

Elsa quirked one eyebrow upwards, suspiciously.

They all continued the conversation until one of the planners announced that it was time for the feast. They all found their official place settings and sat down, waiting to be served.

"You ladies are quite popular," Rapunzel said, gingerly cutting into her fresh vegetables.

"We're new," Anna said, "Surely you remember when you were new, too."

Rapunzel looked at Eugene. "Those were the days," he said.

"Then Merida came," said Rapunzel. "But she's a great friend to have around. We're glad to have you, Mer." She reached across the table and patted the girl's hand.

"Thanks." Merida smiled and pulled a piece of medium-rare steak off her plate and into her mouth.

"You know, it's really nice to talk to another royal who's single," said Elsa, looking at Merida. "We're in the minority, I do believe."

"Yes, we are! I'm fine with it being that way, too," Merida said brightly and a tiny bit defensively.

"Oh yes, me too," remarked the young queen.

There was a brief silence as everyone chewed their gourmet meals. "Don't get me wrong," Anna said, "But is there something that we're not aware of?"

Jasmine squinted her eyes at Anna, confused. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know. Things just feel weird. Is everyone okay?"

Elsa put her fork down and widened her eyes at her sister, reprimanding her. "Anna," she whispered, "That's very rude. And not at all what we should be talking about while eating."

"Calm down, I'm just asking a question," Anna said, rolling her eyes. "I just want to help. Is everyone okay?"

Jasmine thought about how she wanted to possibly move back to Agrabah. Merida thought about how she was helping two ex-villains integrate into Disneyland with Jim Hawkins, who didn't exactly have the best reputation. Rapunzel thought about how she didn't know how to help some of the most important people in her life.

Jasmine smiled genuinely. "Fine. Absolutely fine." Her husband looked at her, suspicious for the first time that something might be wrong.

"Same," said Merida, staring into her full plate.

Rapunzel couldn't lie, so she just nodded a little, doubtfully, avoiding Anna's glance.

Anna squinted her eyes, "Okay, then . . ."

Aurora came up behind the sisters, putting a hand on their backs. "Hi, ladies. I just thought I'd let you know that we have you scheduled to talk in about five minutes, but take your time finishing your dinner. No rush." She walked back to her table.

"Come on," Anna said, gesturing wildly to her sister. "Eat faster."

"I'm fine, Anna. A lady is never in a rush." She lifted the spoon to her lips and sipped her pumpkin soup daintily.

Anna crossed her arms. "Well, this lady's going to make a change of plans."

Elsa raised her eyebrows, but didn't look at her sister. "What do you mean?"

Kristoff nudged Eugene in the ribs, as sort of an "I told you so."

"You'll see," Anna said smugly, smiling at her sister.

Elsa smiled and shook her head, moving on to take the last sip of her soup. She raised an eyebrow at her sister, swallowing. "You ready?"

"Of course!" Anna stood and dragged her sister by the sleeve.

Anna bounded onto the stage and Elsa elegantly stepped her way up the stairs. As soon as both sisters stood side by side on the stage, the crowd turned their eyes to them and got quiet.

"Good evening, everyone," Elsa began. "I believe that we've met everyone, but in case that's not true, I am Elsa, and this is my sister, Anna. You might not recognize us as we are from far away. If you have not heard, I was crowned Queen of Arendelle not so long ago, and my sister remains the kingdom's faithful princess, along with our prince and Official Arendelle Ice Master and Deliverer, Kristoff, who is seated at the table in the center."

Kristoff awkwardly waved a large, rough hand, wincing as he looked at the polished crowd of royalty-borns.

"We enjoy our life in Arendelle, but we are certainly glad to be amongst you all here in Disneyland, to celebrate another year as fellow royalty. And now, my sister has something that she would like to say."

Anna, a little bit shocked that it was her turn to speak, smiled nervously and stepped forward. "H-hi! I'm . . . I'm Anna, Princess of Arendelle. Thanks for having us! It's been great to finally meet you all, it really has. I just wished we could stay longer." She straightened, took a deep breath, and continued on. "But, while we're here, I would just like to offer a word of encouragement."

Elsa raised her eyebrows at her, urging her to go on.

"Uh, well, I don't know if this is normally how you all act, but I feel like there's something, well . . . missing. And I want to help you find it, I guess." She cleared her throat. "Or, help you start to find it. Now, I don't know what's going on in everyone's lives, but I feel like there's a lot that we're not telling each other. And that's no way to live as a community." She looked around the room, seeing a lot of guilty faces.

"Even though Elsa, Kristoff, and I won't be around longer than tonight to help, we want to tell you this: If you are going to make it, as princesses . . . and princes, of course, then you're going to have to work at it. You're going to have to be open so that other people can help you, otherwise you'll never get closer and you'll never get better." She sighed. "Because, can I be honest? Being prim does have its time and place, but so does being able to rely on your friends." Anna smiled. "You're all going to make it. You're all wonderful people! You deserve the best. So act like it. And keep us posted." She shot the crowd a wink and a big thumbs up then looked up at her sister.

Elsa looked back at her with an astonished, but pleased, expression. "Okay! Well, on that note," Elsa began, "That's it from your distant royalty. Enjoy the rest of the evening."

The sisters walked down off the stage unwitting of what great amount of good they had just done, and what exactly they had just started.