A/N This chapter is also inspired by a suggestion from Wolf heart 22. Also, thank you to the ones who are leaving good reviews on this story.
"Take the monster to trial!" the duke of Weselton exclaimed as he motioned to the unconscious queen on the floor of the ice palace.
"That's enough, Weaseltown!" Hans snapped as two guards shackled the ice queen.
"It's Weaseltown!" the duke corrected. "And no, that is not enough-" He was interrupted by the supposedly unconscious Elsa, who was laughing hysterically. Hans joined in the laughter a moment later.
"Cut!" Kristina called through her giggles. Elson had gone to check up on the work going into the props and stage, so Kristina had been left in charge of the rehearsal.
"What'd I say?" Ryder asked in confusion. Everyone with the exception of himself and the two guards were laughing, including Anna and Honeymaren, who had decided to watch the rehearsal.
"You just called yourself 'Weaseltown'!" Anna exclaimed.
Understanding dawned in Ryder's eyes. "Oh. Sorry," he apologized sheepishly.
"Alright, alright, that's enough," Kristina spoke up when the laughter had finally quieted down. "I don't mean to sound bossy or anything, but Elson's gonna be upset if he comes in and discovers us not rehearsing."
"I'm starting to wonder who's the ruler in this kingdom; me or Elson," Anna commented ruefully. "Honestly, he might as well be king with the way he's ordering everyone around."
"You did the same thing to me when you thought I wasn't looking, Anna," Elsa told her with a raised eyebrow. "And don't you dare try to deny it." Anna blushed sheepishly and shrugged.
"Just a few more weeks," Kristina reminded the adults, "and then you'll hopefully not have to deal with him bossing you anymore."
"I sure hope we won't," Anna mumbled.
"Okay, everyone," Kristina announced, "back to the beginning of the scene. Uncle Ryder, it's 'Weselton', not 'Weaseltown', okay?" Ryder nodded sheepishly and gave her a thumbs-up. "Action!"