"It's Weselton! The duke of Weselton!" said duke corrected angrily. He turned to Elsa and Anna. "My, what an honor it is to meet you, Your Majesties!" he said as he bowed low…which caused his toupee to flop over his head. Elsa and Anna both struggled to hold back laughter. "Dance with me, Your Majesty?" the duke asked Elsa. "I assure you I am an excellent dancer. As agile as a peacock in fact! Like a chicken with the face of a monkey, I fly through the steps!" He jumped and pranced about in a very strange routine, then stopped and bowed again, which once more caused his fake hair to flop forward. Elsa was about to answer the man, but she was stopped by laughter.
"Cut!" Elson exclaimed, glancing over at Honeymaren, who had a hand pressed to her stomach as she snorted and laughed. "Not again!" he moaned, pressing a hand to his forehead in annoyance.
Ryder grinned and turned in the direction of his sister. "I'm glad I'm amusing someone other than the queen and princess," he stated, bowing low to Honeymaren. This time, he bowed so low that the gray wig he was wearing fell completely off of his head. He glanced up at his sister and raised an eyebrow, wiggling his upper lip back and forth so that his fake mustache jiggled.
At that, Honeymaren completely lost it. "S-stop!" she protested through the laughter, tears now streaming down her face. "Y-you're gonna k-kill me, R-ryder!"
"At least I'll be killing you through laughter instead of something much worse," Ryder teased, picking up the fallen wig and placing it back on his head. Behind him, Anna stood watching the siblings in amusement, while Elsa had a hand pressed to her forehead, her shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter and she shook her head back and forth.
"Just a little over a month left until the Great Thaw celebration, and they're getting distracted by Uncle Ryder being crazy," Elson muttered.
"Look who's talking," Kristina returned with a smirk. "You tend to be just as crazy at times." Elson only shook his head as he waited for the laughter to die down.
