Just some movie reference and Isa takes revenge.

Isabela looked at her room after she had dissipated every last god-forsaken rose and painted her canopy and bedspread with so much pollen it had turned black.

She was just wondering what to do first when botany and horticulture books flew off shelves she had never even known were there, extinct plants, rare plants, endangered, plants impossible to cultivate, all spread before her. Miracle herbs time forgot, ancient texts from forgotten libraries of the past, translated into something she could read.

With a wave of her hand, Silphium, Middlemist's Red Camellia, Blood Orchids, Cooksonia, and hundreds of other plants either lost to time or rarer than pink diamonds sprang up around her. She wanted to laugh maniacally and never stop, Abuela would never have let her make these. Suddenly a sundew plant bigger than any other plant of its kind sprang from the ground, it was almost as big as a Palma de Cera.

"I can do more and be more than flowers, I can revive extinct plants I can grow whatever I want or whatever is needed, I am Isabela Madrigal, and my gift plants not flowers," she said to herself.

The only one of the extinct plants in front of her that she knew had uses was the silphium, she didn't know what her mother would do with it but she did know that it had been prized by the Greeks and Romans.

She burst out of her room carrying one of the silphium plants and gave it to her mother.

"MAMA LOOK WHAT I CAN MAKE!" exclaimed Isa like she had the day she got her gift.

"Is that?" asked Julieta stunned.

"Silphium, I can make extinct plants," said Isa proudly

"Dios Mi, how much did you make?" asked Julieta taking the holy grail of herbs into her hands.

"A lot and I can make it anywhere, growing conditions and soil quality mean nothing to my gift, I could grow coffee in the desert, I could grow a cactus in the arctic, I'm unstoppable!" exclaimed Isa running back out of the room as though she were 3 again and listening to her father read Hercules to her.

"I think that candle created a monster," said Julieta with a small smile and shake of her head.

"Isa? Why are you yelling? It's almost 11 at night," said a confused and groggy Luisa poking her head out of her room.

"Time is meaningless to my gift!" shouted Isa as she ran.

She stopped at the nursery, Abuela had long stopped shouting and was probably asleep. Vengeance would be Isa's.

"Casita I promise this is only temporary," said Isa as she sent a wave of magic under the door, not an inch of floor on the nursery was spared from the cactus invasion.

"One more toe out of line Abuela and I'll feed you to Audrey," smirked Isa, Audrey sounded like a good name for her big sundew.

The candle flickered in her peripheral, but it wasn't an ominous flicker. No, the candle was….laughing?

The bright joyous flicker almost hurt her eyes but laughter was the only thing that came to mind and Mirabel did say the candle was sentient.

Mirabel couldn't sleep, the daunting task before her tomorrow was keeping her awake. She decided to go for a walk around her castle to try and make herself tired.

Slipping out of her hammock so as to not wake River, she left the room in just her nightclothes and slippers.

The hollow echo of the floorboards under her feet and the flickering of the candles in their holders were the only sounds throughout the castle. The left hallway had a door that led to another hall that she turned down, she hadn't been to this part yet and had no idea what was in it. She opened a door and a draft of cold air hit her, she descended the dimly lit corridor that seemed to lead deep through the tree and then turned to dirt then solid stone. Candles turned to torches and then she noticed several prison cells, it was so cold down here she could see her breath. The cells ranged in size from giraffe to fruit fly.

"Ok so it looks like I have a dungeon, no idea if I will ever use it but it's good to know I have it I guess," said Mirabel going back up the stairs and back into the tropical warmth of the rest of the castle.

The opposite door also descended well below Casita and even to bedrock but the lighting was much better. Shelves, racks, barrels, all filled with every high-quality alcohol you could imagine.

"Ok note to self, don't let Tia find out this door is unlocked, " said Mirabel

She left her wine cellar and walked down the hall again and soon found an entire wing of the castle dedicated to spa services. A sauna, a room that seemed to be an entire outdoor garden hot spring. Down a few more halls and she came to double stained glass doors that opened out into a courtyard garden with topiaries, rose bushes, fountains of carved marble with veins of gold with golden butterfly statues that had bejeweled wings and pouring crystal clear water from the antenna tips of wrought iron. Lush green grass tickled her ankles as she walked, it was night in the garden, the false sky reflecting the real one outside Casita but the constellations were different, unnamed, and unique for each star was a different color and glittered like gemstones. She could hear crickets chirping and the gurgle of the fountains but other than those, it was silent. She sat on the edge of the largest most central fountain and dipped her hand into the crystalline water. It was cold but not overly so, it contrasted nicely against the warm summer air and the smell of roses wafted through on an infrequent breeze. It was grounding for her. She inhaled the sweet scent of the roses on the breeze, they smelled better than the ones her sister had grown but Mirabel knew those were not roses that wanted to exist, they were as artificial as Isa's smile had been, The roses in Mirabel's room were fragrant, covered in thorns and as real as they would have been if grown without magic. She inhaled deeply again, the scent of the flowers filling her nose and calming her racing heart. Tomorrow would be ok, the animals would make sure of it, her authority was absolute and appointed directly by the Miracle that the people of the town believed in more than God himself, it was a higher power they could see, its existence couldn't be questioned, and it had chosen her. She moved her hand through the cool water of the fountain before splashing her face, she was falling asleep but knew the marble would not be a good place to sleep on so she got up and went back through the blue and green stained glass doors.

Walking back to her room she stopped in the throne room. Tomorrow would be her formal coronation where she would vow to wear the crown every day and uphold the rights, dreams, and laws of the animal kingdom.

Then she would focus on her family and later that week, the town. She walked back up to her bedroom hoping to finally be able to fall asleep and be prepared for what the morning would bring.