"Introducing the child of High King Harald Bonesplinter, heir to the Jarldom of the North, Catra Haraldsdottir." Glimmer had been expecting Adora to do several things that would be seen as embarrassing among royalty and nobility. She couldn't blame her, parties like the Princess Prom weren't exactly normal for her, she had been raised in the Horde after all. One of the things that Glimmer hadn't been expecting was to be drenched in whatever the current She-Ra had been drinking as the blonde's attention shot to the main entrance to the ballroom.

Somewhat drenched and annoyed Glimmer growled at her relatively new friend. "Adora!" Her anger quickly receded as the Princess of Bright Moon noticed that her friend both had tears in her eyes and looked like she had seen a ghost. "Adora? Are you ok?"

"Catra?" No, Adora was not ok, but she wasn't ok in a good way. Catra had been her best friend in the Horde, until she had disappeared... No not disappeared, died. Shadow Weaver had told her that Catra had died in a training mission, that there hadn't even been a body left to bury. She was supposed to be dead, yet there she was, the same wild brown hair, the same cat like ears, the same fur, the same beautiful eyes. The only things that were different were her age and the fact that she was sporting an extremely tight fitting blue dress lined with some kind of fur instead of the standard Horde uniform. "Catra!"

The next thing Adora knew she was on her back, her best friend kneeling above her ready to claw her face off before the look of rage she had been sporting turned to one of shock and then joy as tears filled her eyes. A smile spread across Catra's face, that same beautiful, fanged smile that she had remembered and missed. "Hey Adora."

Adora couldn't see through her tears but it didn't matter at the moment. "You're alive!" She wrapped her arms around her best friend and squeezed as hard as she could, and she was never going to let go. "You're alive! You're alive! You're alive!"

"Uh, Adora? Everyone's staring..." Glimmer's voice knocked Adora back to her senses and her grip on Catra loosened as she looked around.

Everyone was indeed staring, some with amusement, some with confusion, but they were all definitely staring at her. "Uhhh..."

She heard Catra laugh as she stood up, it was a beautiful laugh. "Come on Adora, we can talk somewhere in private." She felt the catgirl grab her wrist and drag her to her feet. Adora nodded dumbly and allowed her old friend to drag her away from the main hall out onto a balcony. "So what are you doing here? Did Shadow Weaver overthrow Hordak claim herself to be Queen and make you a princess?"

Adora sputtered at Catra's question. "What? No! I deserted the Horde after I found this magic sword that-" Seeing Catra raise an eyebrow Adora sighed. "Long story short, I picked up a magic sword and now I'm an honorary Princess. What about you? It's been six years, Shadow Weaver said you were dead!" Catra frowned and scoffed.

"Oh, she's going to wish I was dead. Remember that time you kissed me in the locker room?" Adora felt her cheeks heat up and she nodded, how could she forget? That was the last time she had see Catra, well that is until today. "Well, Shadow Weaver found out somehow, decided you'd be better off with me gone, beat me to near death and somehow managed to dump me in the middle of nowhere in the far north."

"Catra- I- I'm so sorry! This is-" Catra frowned and flicked her on the forehead.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence, it was Shadow Weaver who nearly killed me not you. Would have succeeded too, if my father hadn't found me."

Adora blinked in confusion. "Wait, what do you mean? I thought you were an orphan like me?"

Catra responded with a chuckle. "Adoptive father, Harald Bonesplinter, High King of the Jarldoms of the North." A smile worked it's way onto Catra's face as she looked over the balcony. "He saved me twice actually, first when he found me after Shadow Weaver nearly killed me, and again when he claimed me as his daughter." Catra smirked and looked back over at Adora. "Looks like we're both Princesses huh?"

Adora smiled and opened her mouth to speak, but someone else beat her too it. "This is great! We came here to recruit Princess Frosta and her kingdom to help the rebellion fight the Horde and now we can recruit you and your father too!"

Adora hissed at her short friend who had been listening to their conversation. "Glimmer!" She looked back at Catra, expecting her to be mad, or at least annoyed, but instead she looked like she was inspecting Glimmer...

After a moment she looked over to Adora. "Shadow Weaver, is she still alive?" At her nod Catra smirked. "Well, you can count on my help as long as Shadow Weaver is alive, if I tell me Father that it's a matter of honor he'll probably give me his blessing." Her smirk turned into a frown. "But I can't promise that he'll ally the kingdom with the alliance."

That was okay with Adora, she would be happy as long as Catra was around, but Glimmer wasn't ok with it. "The Northern Tribes have some of the fiercest warriors on the face of Etheria. They would be a great ally in the fight against the Horde, is there any way we can convince your father to ally with us."

Catra shrugged. "Despite being called the High King of the Norther Tribes, he doesn't actually rule them all, only a third of them. Still that's further than anyone has gotten before." She looked away, over the balcony railing again. "The thing is, he dreams of a kingdom, of all the tribes united. He's determined to make that dream come true before he dies. And if he doesn't, I'm going to do it for him." She turned back with a new smirk on her face. "Help us with that, and you'll definitely have the Jarldom of the North as an ally."

"We'll do what we can!" At Glimmer's declaration Adora suddenly had the feeling she'd be really busy, really soon. She smiled though, as she looked at her oldest friend. If it was to help Catra, she decided, it was worth it.