Hey, welcome back to the Galaxy Far, Far Away of OhMyDisney!

Happy New Year!

I wrote most of this second part during the French second lockdown. Today, between work, fanfics and drawing, I feel like I have several lives in one, I'm not progressing as much as I would like in my other fanfics. I made the cover of this story, I don't know if you've already seen it, if you haven't, switch to desktop mode or go to my insta account (in my bio). I hope you'll like it!

Okay, this part wasn't planned... the next one yes, but this one really isn't. The advantage is that it will be one more chapters, and a good transition to the next one.

This time the text and the dialogues are entirely mine, I don't have any base. Of course, it's all craziness, literally. It's absurd. I hope you know well your Disney, Marvel and Star Wars!

All right, good luck! See you at the end.

More seriously, I wish you a good reading.


In the Galaxy Far, Far Away of OhMyDisney!, Rey, the new Disney Princess, can count on all her friends, both old and new, whom she met thanks to Vanellope. When the young Jedi feels a little weird, Finn is the first to offer his help. Except that everything is not going to go as planned...


"You really should go."

"No, I shouldn't."

"Why do you always say 'no'?"

"Did you see the topic?"

"Of course, I did."

"Then why did you sign me up for this group?!"

"Wow! Easy, Rey!"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no. No 'Easy Rey'!"

"Come on... I thought it might help you. Since... you know... and meet new people..."

"Well, I don't think joining this group is going to help me, Finn."

The former Stormtrooper sighed in despair and put an arm around Rey's shoulders.

They had just come out from one of the Star Wars studios and they were walking quietly.

It was warm, it was sunny, it was nice. Yes, it was a very nice day. And Finn had just ruined it.

"You need a break, peanut."

Rey stopped, frowning, her lips rolled up in a weird grin.

"What did you call me?"

"Oh, peanut."

"What's this, peanut?"

"No! Come on, Rey! You know so much about droids but you don't know what a peanut is? Are you serious?"

"I'm seriously serious."

As Rey looked sceptical, Finn thought about it.

"Oh, my God... she's serious. Well, actually, it's a fruit, a peanut, something you nibble on as an appetizer."

"You think I'm an idiot."

The young man stared at her, overwhelmed by the absurdity of their conversation.

"Of course, I don't! Wait a second, so you know what it is?"

"Yes. What I don't understand is why you just called me 'peanut'. What do I have to do with a peanut?'

Finn patted his chin.

"Be very careful of what you say, Finn."

"Have you already come to the conclusion that I'm going to say something not nice?"

"Uh, I would say pretty offensive."

"I can't believe it! What's this accusation? I'm your friend, I would never say anything to hurt you! Unless it's really serious. That's not fair, because I know someone who told you a lot of really bad stuff and you didn't tell him anything."

"That's. Different," the girl replied, pretending to study the nails of one of her hands.

"Rey, please... Wait a minute. You're trying to divert the conversation."

The young Jedi puffed with laughter.

"No."

"Rey, you're going to this therapy session."

"Don't call it therapy."

"Uh, group discussion?"

"I'd rather call it a nonsense thing."

The two stared at each other for a while. Finally, after a few seconds, the girl pulled a carrot out of one of the saddlebags on her belt.

A carrot?

Rey bit into it, looking at her friend with boredom. She chewed it, savoured the raw vegetable. She had decided to taste all the fruits and vegetables that existed. That week she had just discovered carrots. The young Jedi had tasted them in many different ways.

Raw, steamed, sautéed, in wok (by the way... a tip to stay alive, never ask Mulan to cook), in salad, in chips, mashed, stewed (Flemmy stew... thank you, thank you very, very much Kristoff... for the indigestion) ... But the way she preferred them was raw.

It was so good! Fresh, sweet and crunchy! In a word, Rey loved it. And the sound of the carrot as she crunched it seemed to annoy Finn prodigiously. It was perfect. She had her revenge.

"Are you really serious? I'm trying to help you here!" his friend asked who watching the scene with dismay.

"Eating ish my sherapy," she replied with her mouth full, looking up at the sky, a blissful look on her face. "It'sh makesh me feel good. She carrotsh are sho great..."

"I can see that. And you're right, carrots are great. It makes you nice."

"I'm nishe!"

Rey almost choked on a piece of carrot. The young man gave her an eloquent look.

"No, Rey."

"Yes!" she exclaimed in a shrill voice.

"Nah, nah, nah. Since he's gone, you're unbearable."

"Huh?"

"I know it's not easy for you, but Rey, you can't just stand there wandering around like a zombie."

The girl raised her carrot and pointed it at Finn.

"He was right. You are a traitor."

Cut to the quick, Finn sniffed dryly.

"Oh yeah, you want to play that? Then watch your carrot, Rey, it's a traitor too. If you eat too much, you'll end up orange! Exactly like it!"

"Sorry?"

The young man grinned and rubbed his eyes at the high-pitched sound of her voice. It was no longer possible. Being Rey's friend wasn't something easy every day. It seemed like she had been replaced by a capricious clone. Let's give him back his nice Rey!

"Carrots contain carotene, which is a precursor of vitamin A, which means that thanks to the enzymatic action, the carotene molecule is transformed into a vitamin A molecule. Vitamin A is known to stimulate the melanin responsible for skin colour, so QED, you're going to turn orange if you keep eating carrots. And why are you yelling like that?"

Rey put a hand on her mouth, eyes wide open in fright.

"Is my voice that bad?" she asked, forcing herself to concentrate on her voice. "But, wow, how do you know all this?"

"Vanellope introduced me to her friend from the search engine, Mr. KnowsMore, once you're in his little papers, it's great," Finn replied, very, very proud of him. "He introduced me to some guys from Wikipedia."

"I'm sorry," she apologized, tucking her head back into her shoulders.

"I forgive you," the young man replied, patting her shoulder. "But you don't have to become a baritone. Just... Just be yourself, please."

"Finn," she moaned, letting her shoulders drop dramatically.

Seeing her miserable look, he had a funny yelp.

"Oh, my poor little peanut!"

Rey couldn't stop him from closing his arms like tentacles around her. At first uncomfortable, the young Jedi just gave him a strong hug. A plaintive moaning followed. Amused, the girl relaxed and finally gave him back his embrace with softness.

Her chin resting on his shoulder, Rey turned her head slightly and frowned.

"Finn, why 'little peanut'?

"Are you still there?"

"Yes, I am."

The former Stormtrooper sighed and patted her back gently.

"Because a peanut is small, you're so tiny and I think it's a cute nickname, it suits you."

The girl suddenly moved away, her eyes squinted.

"OK, if you weren't like my brother, I'd find that totally weird..."

"You're not wrong."

"Then you won't mind if I call you my little peanut?" Rey exclaimed, with a raised eyebrow and a mischievous smile.

"Rey! My ears!"

The young Jedi burst out with a laugh that Finn hadn't heard in a long time. The young man took advantage of the moment when Rey finally looked herself again to re-enter the fray.

"Honestly you know, it's not to annoy you that I signed you up for this group. In fact, I don't think you'll even have to talk if that's what you're worried about."

"Finn... I understand what you're doing, and that's very thoughtful of you, but I don't need to go to this group."

"Nah, you don't need to..."

"Nah, especially a group called 'I'm a cracking-up fictional character and I need help'... Come on," the young girl insisted with an incredulous sneer.

"It's obvious," sighed Finn.

"Isn't it?"

"So, the lightning that almost set the set on fire this morning and had to put the tab of our universe on maintenance was nothing? You're not stressed at all?"

The young girl opened her mouth and stopped dead. Then she crossed her arms on her chest, before putting her fists on her hips. The former Stormtrooper watched her little game for a few seconds with raised eyebrows. Finally, she cleared her throat and waved her hand holding the carrot in front of her friend.

"No... It was... It was... It was because of the stew from... from... What's it called again? Oh, yeah! Kristoff's Flemmy Stew! Long live stomach cramps!"

"Yeah. The stew..."

"What does that 'yeah' mean? That's not enough reason for you?"

"So, the fact that Ben is no longer here has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that you are really, really weird right now?"

"No, it has nothing to do with that. Okay, okay, I am just... a little nervous. You know, the end of the year is close, we've been under a lot of pressure lately, and this new Holiday Special filming, it's... special. You know the Lego morphing, Elsa and Anna told me that it wasn't a really nice transformation, so, yeah, I'm a little apprehensive. You see, I'm not stressed, it's just the apprehensions of the job."

"It's because Ben's gone."

"Oh, Finn! Holy liquorice!" she got angry and let her arms fall down.

Hit and sunk! Hit the bull's-eye! Well, to be honest, it hadn't been too hard to guess. Ben Solo was Rey's kryptonite, and vice versa. Although Finn still had a little trouble believing it. How to say... Ben Solo wasn't his best friend. The former Stormtrooper had to work hard to understand the feelings Rey had for the former Supreme Leader. He had succeeded, more or less. He and Finn got on very, very coolly.

In fact, the less they could see each other, the better.

So, Finn took advantage that Ben was no longer there to reclaim his friend. From the outside it was easy to mistake this for misplaced jealousy. And yeah, he was jealous! Rey was his first real friend, and he considered her as his younger sister, so yes, seeing a man, especially that man, monopolizing all her attention, it hurts.

And everybody loved Ben since he had come back to the good side of the Force. It was crazy! For Leia and Han, it was a bit normal, complicated but normal. After all, they were his parents.

With Poe they fought sometimes like cat and dog, and some other times, surprisingly, they got on well, with sharp spikes and manly hugs. Two roosters in a farmyard... Leia tended to keep an eye on the two of them when they were together, because only Han was missing to form an infernal trio.

As for the frilly Princesses with whom Finn got on very well, they had all fallen under his charm as Prince of Darkness. The former Stormtrooper had already surprised him in the middle of a philosophical, artistic and magical debate with Rapunzel, in training with Mulan and Merida, and Rey...

He often spoke with Elsa, very often even. Being enslaved to a magical power and having had a rotten childhood were quite something in common.

Vanellope was laughing so much when she got into car with Ben in Slaughter Race, which Finn didn't understand. It was... dangerous when he was driving. The little Circuit Princess admired him a lot. Not to mention the others Princesses, and the avatars of the fans...

The worst thing was the bond he had with Rey. It was so powerful that he relegated all her other relationships to nothing.

In short, Ben Solo was annoying.

And Finn wasn't at all objective.

"Stop denying it, Rey. And I know it's not because of the Dyade, that you're in such a state."

"That's nonsense."

"Now you're the one taking me for an idiot."

"So, stop trying to psychoanalyse me!"

"That's not what I'm doing. I'm just convinced that it's not just because he's no longer there and he... wow, it's hard to say! And that you miss him, that you're cracking up!"

A strange noise prevented Rey from answering. She and Finn looked down. With an outraged expression, her mouth wide open, the young Jedi raised her hand.

"My carrot..."

His friend squatted and reached out his hand with a tender pout.

"Hello Thumper! Oooh, you are so cute!"

"My carrot..."

The adorable living fluffy toy stretched its little head towards the former Stormtrooper. The young man stroked its silky fur.

"You are so, so cute."

The little bunny seemed to smile and turned towards Rey. It stuck out its chest, its hair swollen and shiny, and straightened its little head and ears. Not very impressed, or moved, the girl hugged the vegetable against her.

"That's my carrot."

Thumper's ears sagged in disappointment. Finn hurried to cuddle him, then he raised his head towards his friend.

"Poor thing! How can you resist such a cute face?"

"I don't joke about food. And it didn't need to ask me to bite into it."

"You should talk about that too in therapy."

Rey pinched her lips and finally she got down on one knee on the floor.

"Stop saying 'therapy', it annoys me."

The young Jedi held out her free hand to Thumper. It approached her gently, cautiously, its snout shaking vividly as it sniffed her fingers and then her hand. The rabbit gratified her with a small lick on the tip of her index finger. Rey put one hand on the top of its head and stroked it between its ears.

"It's true that you're very soft... and cute."

Thumper tilted its head to the side and its round eyes became even more rounded. Defeated, the girl sighed.

"All right, you win."

Rey reached out the carrot under its nose. The rabbit reached for the end of the vegetable and sniffed it conscientiously. The girl saw big teeth biting into it. Wow, that was some teeth. But instead of starting to eat it, he started its little game again and approached the part of the carrot the closest to Rey's fingers.

"Really?"

Thumper ignored her royally, concentrated in its carrot shredding. For a small animal, he had a lot of strength!

"I knew you were going to crack!"

"Oh, shut up, Finn."

"I don't think there's anything cuter."

"Er, yeah."

"Er, no."

"Yes, BB-8."

"BB-8 is a droid!"

"So what?"

"How can you prefer BB-8 to Thumper?"

"Everyone has their own tastes."

"Ah, that's for sure!"

"What's the meaning? OOOWWW!"

Rey fell on her buttocks and pressed her hand against her chest. Giving Thumper a death stare, she brought her sore thumb to her mouth. The little rabbit had retreated behind Finn, terrified by the cry of pain. The young man immediately leaned over his friend and grabbed her wounded hand.

"Are you all right, Rey? I'm sorry, let me have a look. I can see it's bleeding a little."

"I knew it, I knew it..."

"Well, I'm sure he didn't do it on purpose."

"It's obvious that you're not the one who just got bitten! He has more strength than you think with his sharp teeth."

"Small animals don't eat big ones."

"Did you see the size of his teeth? And did you see the size of his head compared to his body? Imagine if he had been the size of BB-8 and carnivorous!"

"BB-8 is not very impressive..."

Rey just snorted. Finn was never playing cool when BB-8 was pulling out his electric shock arm.

"Marshmallow is impressive, the TB-TTs on Crait were very impressive! BB-8... not really..."

"Yeah, sure... What I mean is... Imagine if he had been the size of Rex."

"Rex is a toy, Rey."

"Finn, he's a dinosaur! Get my drift?"

"I think you're doing a lot for a carrot."

"He bit me!"

The young man sighed.

"OK, OK, it would be Jurassic Park."

Offended, the young Jedi quickly pulled her hand away from her friend's, before getting up again. Then angry, she tapped her foot, her nose wrinkled.

Out of sight, out of mind, Thumper had grabbed the rest of the carrot while they weren't looking at him. As discreetly as possible, he hurried away. The rabbit had almost made it to the 'Disney Animation' studio when Rey noticed it.

Finn saw very well when she changed colour. Her pretty tanned complexion turned white and for a brief second, a fierce and scary expression animated her face. Then, she raised her arm, brandishing her blaster.

PIOU!

The former Stormtrooper immediately stepped in and lowered her arm. He took the dangerous weapon out of her hands, furious.

"Are you crazy! You almost killed Thumper! Wait a minute, how could you take a blaster out of the studio?"

"Stop yelling at me, Finn!" Rey got angry. "Anyway, he can't die!"

"No, no, no! Rey. You. Do. Not. Shoot. On. Thumper! Nor on Bambi! Especially not on Bambi. Not on anyone else! That's it!"

The girl looked down as she gradually began to regain colour. She grimaced, seeming a little groggy. Finn's anger evaporated immediately. The young man held her by the waist. Rey passed a hand over her face.

"Are you all right?"

"I don't know, Finn. What just happened there?"

"Okay, something's wrong. You shot Thumper with your blaster, remember?"

"No, why would I do a thing like that?"

"I don't know, let's go sit down."

The former Stormtrooper guided her, and she fell gracelessly on the bench. The young man crouched down in front of her friend and took her hands in his.

All of a sudden, she started crying. Confused, Finn didn't really know what to do.

"Hey, what's the wrong?" he asked in a soft voice.

The answer came to him with difficulty, broken, between sobs.

"I don't know. I, I think, it's because of, of Ben..."

Finn had to hold himself back from telling her once again that he was right.

"Tell me. Did he do something wrong? Did he hurt you?"

"No, Finn," she grunted. In fact, everything's fine. It's just... he's gone and I'm... I'm totally freaking out!"

The young man stood up and sat down next to Rey. He hugged his shoulders. The young Jedi let herself go against her friend.

"I think I had noticed. You realise that we've been beating about the bush?"

"Yes, I'm sorry. You know it's not easy to talk about... me and my emotions," Rey replied, trying to speak through sobs that had turned into hiccups.

"I know. But I think you shouldn't worry."

"You do? But imagine that... there is a problem and he doesn't come back..."

"Yes, I do," the former Stormtrooper interrupted her.

Rey stepped aside slightly to face him. She dabbed her eyes with the bottom of her wrist, raising her eyes to the sky. Then, with a sigh, the girl stared into his eyes.

"Finn, you're right."

"About what?"

Uncomfortable, she brought her knees to her chest and then distractedly grabbed her friend's hand.

"I should go to this group therapy."

The young man held back a sigh of relief. At last! But given her emotional state, he just smiled gently at her.

"You're going to go," he said, tapping his hand gently. And don't worry, Rey. You can do this. You can do this."


"I can do this. I can do this," Rey whispered to herself.

She looked back one last time. In the distance, Finn nodded and smiled confidently. The young woman gave it back to him, then she turned to the blue door. A piece of paper was placed at eye level under the silver star that adorned the wood. Perplexed, Rey frowned as she read the message.

"Every Friday we invite all those who feel stressed, misunderstood, desperate, abandoned, overwhelmed, tired, anxious, depressed, worried, oppressed, panicked, lost, hallucinated..."

"Hallucinated?" she murmured, amused.

"This is for all the Disney characters, all studios combined, whether you are nice or villain, to share your experiences and/or emotions. Because everyone has the right to feel loved and to love him/herself! To sign up, go to Grumpy at the Characters Association. But don't forget that in each studio, you have a representative who ensures more meetings. »

Below the message was a list of subscribers. Rey didn't pay much attention to the other names and found the one she was looking for. Hers was indeed inscribed. Finn had planned everything in advance.

"Finn, you're a traitor!"

The young Jedi knocked against the door with a great inspiration.

Rey had no answer, but she could hear voices in the room. Timidly, she lowered the door handle. The door opened to a relatively large space. In its centre, a series of chairs formed a circle. Not all of them were occupied.

The young Jedi cautiously approached the circle. She sat next to Elsa, who watched with interest the discussion between Thor, sitting next to her, and Grumpy.

"Hello, Elsa."

Her friend turned around with a slight start.

"Oh, hello Rey. I am really glad to see you.

"You've changed. You look different... You let it go, you're free of your chains, free of protocol."

Elsa responded with a chuckle.

"Sorry, it wasn't on purpose! You must be tired of being told," Rey apologized.

"I don't blame you, Rey. In fact, I'm starting to get used to it. But a lot of people are having a hard time getting used to the idea that I'm no longer the Queen of Arendelle. Now we're coordinated wearing all that white!"

"It's true! So, what exactly are you?"

"A spirit. I have less responsibility than before. At least to the people of Arendelle, you know. It feels good."

Rey frowned. As usual, Elsa was beautiful, elegant and polite. Her smile was sweet and shy, which didn't change either. So why did her eyes always look so sad?

"I'm glad everything is all right for you. But tell me, if your new life suits you, why are you here?"

The eyes of the former Snow Queen widened in surprise. The next second she hardly swallowed her saliva.

"Uh, that is to say..."

"Hi," Thor interrupted her, addressing Rey. "Hey, this is the first time we've met in real life. I've heard a lot about you."

Elsa had suddenly retreated to the back of her chair, her back stuck against the backrest, one hand against her nose and mouth with a disgusted look on her face. Sitting next to her, the hero had leaned over to get closer to Rey. The young Jedi wrinkled her nose and also moved away.

"Oh Lord, Thor!" Elsa exclaimed rolling her eyes, her voice muffled by her hand.

"Nay, sister, that's not 'Lord'. Nor Lord of Thunder, it's Thor, God of Thunder. How many times do I have to tell you?"

"Oh no, don't repeat it! Please step back! How many pints of beer have you had today?"

"Not enough."

"Yes, I think so. When was the last time you bathed?"

"You don't want to know, sister."

"It's so gross..." The Fifth Spirit moaned.

Rey hesitated between disgust and fun. The great God of Thunder was in a pitiful state. His long blond beard was thick and it looked like... pieces of food were stuck in it. His hair in a braid that could have competed with Rapunzel's looked like straw and was greasy. Yuck.

He reached out a hand to the young Jedi and looked down at her eyelashes. Rey shook his hand not without hesitation. Thor might have been charming if he hadn't been so repulsive. Elsa, on the other hand, was still holding her breath.

"Nice to meet you," Thor said with a charming smile.

What a big oaf. Rey squeezed his hand harder.

"Yeah, really niiiiice to meet you! Ah, ah, you've got some grip! By the way, I love what you're doing," he exclaimed, freeing himself.

The Avenger shook his hand and then he winked at her. The young Jedi looked away, very uncomfortable. Thor finally moved aside and nonchalantly leaned back against the back of his chair, knees apart, hands folded behind his head. He breathed an annoying virile assurance... and beer, literally.

Rey discreetly approached her friend and couldn't help but examine the God of Thunder again. One detail almost made her laugh.

"Are they all like that, the Avengers?" she whispered.

"I don't think so," she whispered. "Ever since we met and he knows I'm from Norway, he hasn't let go of me and calls me 'sis'! I don't understand why!" Elsa replied in the same tone of voice.

"I feel sorry for you, he does seem a bit... sticky."

A laugh threatened to cross Rey's lips. What she was staring at didn't help. So, finally, she forced herself to look away.

Except that, unfortunately, Thor was still there.

"You have the right to admire, it doesn't bother me," he said without losing his arrogance.

Exasperated, Elsa sighed. In support, the young Jedi tapped her hand.

"It's all right, I can do this. I'm going to tell him."

"Tell him what, Rey? There are too many things to tell him..."

"I don't think admiring is the right word, Thor."

"Mmh, yes, admiring is good. Adulation would be better."

"But there should be something to admire. Adulation, no, really... it's... still a bit premature."

The God of Thunder started laughing.

"Hey... You've got some answers. I like it. But I am the God of Thunder, King of Asgard. Show some respect, girl."

"I probably would have if you didn't smell so much like beer, if you didn't have food stuck in your beard and if the only thing that didn't jump out at me was your paunch full of that beer."

"You've abdicated," Elsa added in a low voice, staring at the ceiling.

Thor's jaw dropped. He looked down at his swollen belly under his black T-shirt and checked shirt and then looked at them one by one.

"Girls, it's very low to league you both against me."

"But it's the truth."

The former King of Asgard looked at Elsa with a sad look in his eyes.

"You're right, little sister."

Nevertheless, he quickly recovered and his gaze wandered to Rey.

"So, I hear you're pretty powerful."

"So, yes, it seems I am."

"Come on, what kind of power do you have?"

"I don't have any power, strictly speaking, but I am powerful in the Force, an energy, which allows me to levitate objects, to influence people, to read thoughts, to create a light saber..."

"Ok, ok, I get it, it's a magical power that allows you to do a lot of things."

"You didn't listen to me..."

"And your lightsaber is a kind of luminous sword..."

"It is not a sword. It's a weapon that combines many technological elements, including a kyber crystal, without which construction is impossible. I'll spare you the technical details..."

"I am grateful to you for showing such leniency towards my poor spirit," the God of Thunder mocked.

"... but you have to know how to manipulate the Force in order to be able to build it. The blade is pure energy! It pierces almost everything!"

"Yeah, it's not bad."

"Not bad?"

"Mjöllnir is more powerful than your magic sword."

Rey leaned over to Thor, her eyes ready to hurl lightning bolts.

"It's not a magic sword. I don't think your hammer is that powerful, since it has been broken."

For a second the remark seemed to affect the Avenger. Then he leaned back, a false malicious look stuck on his face. Between them, Elsa abruptly pushed her chair back, pinching her nose.

"They say you can throw lightning bolts...," he eluded.

"No, I can't."

"... and that you've fraternised with the enemy."

"It's taking a few shortcuts..."

"That's not pretty, little girl, it's even very naughty."

"No, it's having hope."

The words had burst forth. She wouldn't allow anyone to attack Ben.

"There's something special between you and him, isn't there?"?

"Yes," she scolded.

"But didn't he die in the last movie?"

For a moment, Rey thought he wasn't hopeless. The girl almost jumped on him, with the idea of strangling him with his braid, when a clear throat stopped all her plans. So, she just pointed two fingers in front of her eyes and then pointed them back at him. The discussion was not over.

Rey turned to Grumpy who was standing in the middle of the circle.

"Well, I think we can start. I see we are not many, which is good, this will allow you to express yourselves more. Please come closer! Come forward!"

The girl obeyed, surprised.

"It's Grumpy?" she asked Elsa.

"Yes," she replied with a smile as she sat down.

Rey imitated her and finally paid attention to those present. Indeed, there weren't very many of them. Thor, Elsa, Scar, C-3PO and her. C-3PO? C-3PO! The droid also seemed to notice her presence. He tilted his head slightly to the side and waved his hand. The young Jedi replied in the same way, her eyes full of questions.

"Hello to all of you! Welcome. As I was saying, there are not many of us here today and that's a good thing! I'm going to introduce myself, tell you a little about what we're going to do, then it will be your turn to introduce yourselves and share with us what is bothering you, I could bring you answers or we could find them collectively. That's what's interesting about being in a group..."

"Are you sure it's Grumpy?" Thor asked Elsa.

"Um, um... Yes," she replied, leaning towards Rey.

The Dwarf turned towards them, eyebrows raised. Rey, Elsa and Thor each sat down properly on their chairs, caught as children.

"Good. I know that some of you are surprised to see me in this position. My association exists for eighty-three years. For a long time, I was on my own, then the Queen and the Hunter thought it would be good to have someone to talk to and who could defend them within Disney itself. Today, with the number of existing masterpieces and the number of new studios that have been added, we had to organise ourselves differently, by studio. From time to time, we run discussion groups where characters of all kinds can meet and share their experiences. The emergence of the Internet has changed things considerably. With the acceleration of information and the intrusive and not always friendly presence of the avatars, many of us are more and more stressed and uncomfortable..."

"I beg your pardon, sir, but were these meetings only for the bad guys?" C-3PO intervened, with a certain interest.

"No, since I'm not a bad guy."

"Then why did you create this association?"

Grumpy stared at the droid's expressionless face. Then he took off his glasses and sighed. The Dwarf sat down in his own chair and stared at the little assembly.

"When my film came out in nineteen-thirty-seven, I was labelled as a character with a bad temper. I don't pretend not to have temper and I can be very grumpy when I want to be, I'm neither the eldest nor the youngest of my siblings, so to be heard, sometimes you have to raise your voice. For the film, and my dear Snow White, I played along for a while, but when I wanted to show who I really was, I was gently made to understand that this was not what was expected of me. The Queen and the Hunter had the same concern. We joined together. That's how it all began."

Thor leaned forward, looking very intrigued.

"You say that you had to organise yourselves differently, by studio. You mean that there are representatives for each of the studios?"

"That's right, Blondie."

The God of Thunder did his best to ignore the muffled laughter of his neighbours.

"If you could avoid ' 'Blondie', that would be nice. Let me guess, for Marvel, I'm sure it's Loki! This idiot loves to play the saviour so he can spend his time being complained about!"

"No, it's not him."

"Banner?"

"Neither."

"Then who?"

"Thanos."

Thor nearly choked on his own saliva. Compatient, his 'little sister' gently rubbed his back while keeping her nose a reasonable distance away.

"You are crazy!"

"If my answer doesn't please you, you can get up and leave this room, Thor."

Tense, the God closed his eyes and passed a hand over his face. Elsa whispered to him to calm down. Rey was wondering the same question as Thor about her own studio.

"What about Star Wars?" she asked sarcastically, expecting to hear her grandfather's name.

Grumpy frowned.

"Didn't he tell you?"

"Uh, no?"

"It's Master Ben," the protocol droid replied sitting on the other side of the girl.

Surprised, she turned to him and a loud "What!" escaped her. Frightened, C-3PO almost fell off the chair. Scar stood up on his hind legs to hold him down.

"If you are both willing, I will take over the reins of this meeting."

"Of course," Rey and Thor stammered at the same time.

" Thank you very much. Scar, since you're the only bad villain in this group, I suggest you start."

The Lion yawned, revealing some impressively sharp fangs. A roar like a thunder rumble came out of his throat.

"Thank you very much. Hello, my name is Scar."

"Hello, Scar!" they all replied.

"I come to this therapy because I feel rejected and misunderstood. I'm the oldest, but my brother took advantage of my physical weaknesses to take my place as King of the Lion Rock. This is the law of nature, you might say, but he rejected me and abandoned me. I was an outcast, a nobody. I know I have qualities. I attract the attention of the crowds, they listen to me. I have good ideas. But my brother never took them into account. As you know, I took revenge... in the film. But even at the studio, Mufasa and my nephew ignore me. Still, I try to make an effort!"

The lion was all sheepish, his spine bowed, his ears drooping.

"What efforts are you making?" Grumpy asked while writing.

"I'm covering my great-niece with gifts, I'm taking her to discover the kingdom..."

"Are you taking her to the Elephant Graveyard?"

"No. Of course, I don't."

"Scar."

"All right, all right, it happened once. Twice. But it's true, I've repented, spread an apology... I feel like nothing's working."

"I see," the Dwarf mumbled, before clearing his throat. "Thank you, Scar, for sharing your feelings with us."

Rey raised her hand. The speaker motioned for her to go for it.

"I think you should go to your brother and ask him to speak, alone. Afterwards, tell him how you really feel, deep down inside. Drop the mask. And don't take your little niece to this Elephant Graveyard anymore."

The Lion just stared at her with his odd green eyes.

"Thank you, Rey. I'll think about it," he answered, getting his self-importance back.

"You're welcome."

The young woman felt really embarrassed by his piercing look and his Machiavellian smile. For a moment, Rey had forgotten that Scar was a villain.

"Elsa, your turn?"

The former Queen of Arendelle nodded her head, her cheeks turning red.

"Hello, I'm Elsa."

"Hello, Elsa!" the little group exclaimed.

The Fifth Spirit put a lock of hair back behind her ear and a nervous laugh escaped her.

"So, there it is... you all know the story now, I suppose. I let it go, into the unknown to show myself..."

"Vanellope is right, there is spotlight and music," Rey whispered to herself.

Looking at the perplexed faces of her interlocutors, Elsa sneered again.

"All right, I've found myself. I am no longer Queen, but I am a Spirit, the Fifth Spirit. I am... free, I have left the reins of Arendelle to my little sister... But... for some time now, I am not feeling happy, and I am asking myself a lot of questions."

Elsa crossed her arms and stared at the ground.

"I have the feeling that everyone is happy except me. My sister is getting married soon, but I am desperately lonely. I wonder if one day I'll meet the right person for me, if I'm gay, or if I don't deserve to be alone. After all, it's true, I've caused so many problems at home. Who would want to bond with someone like me?"

A thunderous laugh broke out. Laughing, Thor wiped the corner of his eyes.

"Oh, little sister, you are the light of my day."

"Thor!" Grumpy threatened, pointing his pen.

"You, gay? Personally, I have nothing against it, but the studio would rather leave you alone until the end of time than let you have a girlfriend!

Rey discreetly moved her chair back and stretched out her arm behind Elsa who hid her face in her hands, red as a Tagada strawberry. The young Jedi gathered momentum and with a big vicious smile, she threw her fist against the Avenger's arm.

The God didn't move an inch to her disappointment. He turned a bored look towards Rey.

"Ouch... Frankly, what's the matter with you? Do you have something against me? We've known each other for, like, five minutes. Five minutes!"

"Can't you see she's not feeling well! And you're making her even more uncomfortable!" Rey exclaimed, pointing a finger at him, still behind Elsa's back.

The God struck his hand. With a little cry, the young Jedi sat down properly and massaged her sore hand. Wouldn't you know it? The one that Thumper had bitten.

"Easy now, you, tiny grain of sand. What I'm saying is that no matter what her choices are, everyone should accept her as she is. It happens to everyone to make mistakes. I have made mistakes! Your boyfriend made mistakes, you probably did too. And all I did was tell the truth. The studio would rather leave her alone than with a girl."

"That's not how you said it. And leave Ben alone!"

"STOP!"

Silence fell and everyone turned to Grumpy. His face was scarlet, his nose, burgundy.

"That's enough, both of you!"

"She started it," Thor complained.

"How old are you? Two? If you continue, I'll fire you!"

"Sorry."

"I forgive you, Rey."

Scar was examining his claws when he let out a little laugh.

"What a pity, they are so funny. No need for Disney+, Netflix, Amazon Prime..."

"Scar, don't you do that either!" Grumpy threatened.

"All right, all right!"

The Lion got down from his chair and spread out all the way to the feet of C-3PO. The protocol droid tried to protest, but a loud yawn from Scar made him stop. Thor tried to hide his smile somehow.

"Well, Thor, since you seem to have so much to tell us. Go ahead, please, it's your turn."

The smile of the God fell at once, and Rey's smile rose again.

"Are you sure? Maybe Rey should rather... it's... to be gallant," he stammered.

The girl looked up at the sky, shaking her head.

"No, it's up to me," the Dwarf answered back.

"Hey, that's not what you said..."

"Uh... Hello?"

Six pairs of eyes turned towards the entrance of the room. A handsome young man stood in the doorway. After a moment's hesitation, he decided to come in.

"I'm sorry I'm late, I had troubles with a huge snowball."

Grumpy waved him closer.

"Welcome, Hans. Pull up a chair, please, and sit down."

Rey stood up to move her chair and the one C-3PO was sitting in so that Hans could put his own next to hers. When she sat down again, the young Jedi saw Elsa's gaze. She didn't look very happy. Her blond eyebrows were furrowed and her clenched fists were covered with snowflakes.

"Do you know him?" the girl asked.

"Yes," the former Queen scolded.

"Hello, Elsa," Hans said.

The Fifth Spirit did not answer him and looked straight ahead. Disappointed, the young Prince cleared his throat, embarrassed.

Between them, Rey, who had stood back to observe this exchange, which in the end was not one, frowned and crossed the eyes of the God of Thunder. He returned her look to her, then leaned forward, a little uncomfortable with his belly, and put his elbows on his knees, fists closed, staring at the newcomer insistently. The poor young man didn't look very well, bundled up in his princely costume. He ran a nervous hand through his coppery hair, swallowing with difficulty.

Grumpy broke the silence.

"Thor? You must tell us what is troubling you at the moment."

"Um... Yeah, I guess so."

"We're listening."

The God of Thunder sighed deeply.

"As I was saying earlier, before a grain of sand interrupted me, I too have made mistakes. I started wars out of sheer arrogance, I literally destroyed my world, Asgard. I condemned my people to wander in space, and Thanos reduced them to almost nothing. I lost my whole family, and I even miss my poor idiot half-brother. And, I was dumped by my girlfriend who lives on Earth. But that was a little before... I left my crown to a Valkyrie who knew how to deal with this drama with more balls... more composure than me. I helped save the world, I travelled through time, and now I follow a bunch of losers with a rabbit, uh, a raccoon, sorry... In short, it's a mess in my head if you knew... The only thing that keeps me from going crazy is having met Elsa and Anna. I feel like I've found a family again! Anna doesn't really have any power, but she reminds me of Jane. She is brave and intelligent. And Elsa, your powers! They're amazing! I hope you don't mind me holding on to both of you like this. It makes me feel less lonely."

Thor turned to the one he called his 'little sister' with tears in his eyes. Rey frowned with one eyebrow and raised the other one. What a drama queen! She understood better why her friend said he was clingy.

"Yes, I understand," Elsa replied in a soft voice.

The God took her hands.

"Ah, your hands are cold. Oh, snowflakes! That's funny. Sorry. You know, my father died in Norway, he loved your country very much. I feel like I would feel better if I wanted to protect my family. It's true, I can protect you. I can protect you. I..."

"All right."

"I can protect you from some Prince who's a real tight-ass..." he continued, staring at Hans.

"I said all right!" Elsa exclaimed.

He turned his attention back to her with a big smile.

"Really?"

"Yes, but only under certain conditions."

"Go ahead. I'm ready!"

"You're leaving the Guardians of the Galaxy. They are too bad influence on you..."

"Nobody influences me..."

"Daily bathing is non-negotiable, as well as beer withdrawal. Oh, and diet and work out might help a lot."

"What?"

"Beer is just a way to escape your problems and put them off until tomorrow. So, the beer is gone."

"But why is the beer gone!"

"Thor!"

"Sorry, little sister. High five!"

Elsa looked at the big paw in front of her. Carefully she struck the palm of her hand against his.

"Oh I want to give you a hug!"

"No! Perhaps it will only be possible when all the conditions have been met."

"That's a lot of conditionals..."

Everyone would have expected even more protests, but to the general surprise, Thor, God of Thunder, gave up all stupid and arrogant airs. He very solemnly laid a hand on his heart.

"Elsa, I promise to do everything I can to become the big brother you always wanted."

"Uh..."

"I promise to protect you, Anna and your kingdom. And my offer still stands, I can rid you of the Machiavellian, treacherous, devilish Princes..."

"Hey!" the interested party said.

"Thank you, but I think I can handle it myself."

Hans rose abruptly and knelt down in front of Elsa. Surprised, the Spirit grabbed the seat of her chair. It was completely covered with ice. Rey shouted a cry of surprise next to her.

"That's so great!" Thor chuckled, delighted.

The young Prince, for his part, did not seem surprised, or did not show it. He looked at Elsa very seriously.

"Your Majesty, forgive me, I did not know we would be here at the same time. I will leave if you wish. And I shall not need any help for that, thank you," he said, casting a suspicious glance at Thor.

Thor punched his fist in his palm, the walls shook. Hans shook his head and turned his attention to Elsa.

"The opportunity is too good for me to pass it up. I'll only ask you one thing. Please listen to me."

The Spirit was thinking when Thor leaned over to her.

"It's a trap," he whispered.

"He's right. It looks like a trap," Scar confirmed, still stretched out all the way.

Elsa and Hans winced as they smelled the sweet fragrance of the Avenger.

"What a filthy character," the young red head man moaned.

"At least we agree on one thing."

"Hey, can't you see he's trying to get his redemption?" Rey intervened, her gaze travelling between the Lion and 'Blondie'.

"Pff..."

Under Rey's gaze, Thor moved aside not without sighing and boredom.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

"I'm not a Highness, Hans."

"Then you are not a Princess?"

"Ah... Yes, sorry, I'm not used to it."

"By the way, you are Princess Rey who? Because it's not very clear. Skywalker? Solo? Palpa..."

"THOR! YOU'VE HAD TIME TO TALK! NOW YOU'RE SILENT!"

Furious, Grumpy looked like he was going to explode, literally. With what little dignity he had left, the Avenger took his Ray-Ban out of his shirt chest pocket. He put them on his nose to sulk discreetly.

"My goodness, this meeting doesn't respect any protocol."

"YOU TOO TIN CAN! SHUT UP! EVERYBODY SHUT UP! THIS IS MY MEETING, I'M IN CHARGE!"

Everyone stared at Grumpy with open mouth.

"Thank you! Hans, go on, let's get this done!"

"Aaall right, I'll try to be concise. I'm sorry. I was stupid, arrogant, pushy and whatever else you want to call me. I really wanted to help you, and I..."

"Seriously messed up...," Thor grumbled.

"... betrayed your trust, and I apologize. I am ready to make amends. I am truly sorry. You can ask Rey to read my mind if you need to be sure. Please, I offer my life to Arendelle."

Confused, Elsa froze. She would have liked to take her hands off his, but her Queen's habits prevented her from running away. So, she said the first thing that came to her mind.

"To offer your life to Arendelle, you will have to ask my sister about it. I abdicated in her favour."

"What if I offer it to you?" he asked point-blank.

Elsa's mouth opened several times, but no sound came out of it. Shocked by what he had just said, she tried to find the best answer. Never in her Princess life had she been asked such a question. But when she saw that he was as red and embarrassed as she was, the young woman began to laugh nervously. Then, Thor re-entered the fray.

"Wait, am I dreaming or are you flirting with my little sister?"

"No! I assure you!"

"Nah, nah, your tricks don't work with me! I can see what kind of charlatan you are, I had the same one at home. False modesty, tricks, I know it by heart."

The two men looked at each other with defiance. The God of Thunder was always showing off by playing the huge beats that served as his hands. Hans did not seem very impressed, rather tired of being interrupted. He looked up to the sky and turned to Elsa again without responding to the provocation.

"Elsa, I mean it. I only ask for your forgiveness."

The Spirit stared at his face and eyes for a long time. His shoulders lowered, his eyelids blinking repeatedly, the tension in his jaw. The trembling of his hands. He was stressed, anxious. Sincere. The young woman swallowed with difficulty before removing her hands from his.

"You will still need to speak with my sister. I am no longer queen," she eluded as calmly as possible.

The young Prince seemed to understand what she was not saying.

"Thank you."

Hans returned to his place with a sigh of relief. Scar, still lying on the ground with his head on his paws spread out on the floor, looked at him with a piercing look and a grin that revealed some impressive fangs.

"Thank you, Hans, it wasn't what I expected, but we'll say it'll do," Grumpy grumbled, still grumpy.

"Rey, you're the last one."

"But what about C-3PO?"

The protocol droid raised his hand.

"I'm not here for therapy."

"Then why are you here?"

"I'm not at liberty to disclose that information."

Rey frowned.

"Who sent you?"

"I promised!"

"3PO..." she threatened.

"No! I promised the Master!"

The young Jedi folded her arms and pouffed in amazement.

"Ah, well..."

"Say, isn't your boyfriend a control freak? It's super creepy..." Thor observed.

"Shut up!"

"Seriously, it's so weird!"

"It's none of your business!"

"In fact, you're weird too. You're defending him like a mummy bear! And all this repressed aggressiveness... Something's not right, you little grain of sand."

Rey's expression became so fierce that even Elsa pushed her chair back.

"Shut up."

That was when Grumpy decided to intervene, very annoyed.

"Calm down, both of you, C-3PO is replacing Ben Solo because he has been kept elsewhere. It was the first time he had to attend a multi-studio meeting. C-3PO is there to report back to him. Now that's enough, otherwise I'm going to get really angry."

"Master Ben also asked me to look after you. Besides, it must be said that this meeting is anything but a therapy. I am afraid of the effects it could have on you."

Rey felt her heart melt when she heard that Ben was taking care of her, even though he wasn't there. However, she soon came back to reality.

"What do you mean?"

"Given your agitation right now..."

"I am not agitated..."

"You threw a bolt of lightning this morning."

A deathly silence fell suddenly. Thor opened his mouth, but the Fifth Spirit dissuaded him with a glance.

"I... No... I... It was an accident," Rey stammered, feeling the panic mounting.

"But why are you afraid?" Thor asked enthusiastically. "It's great to be able to throw lightning."

"No! It's not great!"

"On the contrary, it's very effective."

"It's the dark side!"

"I'm not on the dark side and I throw lightning!"

"We don't come from the same studio!"

"What's the big deal?"

"No, no, no, no, no, no! That means I'm a Palpatine! Palpatine is the reason I almost lost Ben! He's the most horrible grandfather!"

"Relax, sweetheart, you're makin' this story sounds like some Greek tragedy."

Annoyed, Rey folded her arms.

"Ah, ah, really very funny, but leave the Muses out of it. And yes, it sounds like a tragedy! I'm dead, he saved me, and he's dead! It's Shakespeare!"

"AH! I love Shakespeare!"

There was a general startle at Olaf's cry.

"Olaf? What are you doing here?" Elsa asked, as surprised as the others.

"But I've been here all along. I'm thinking about what I'm going to do when I grow up, because apparently, I have to think about my future! I'm testing my discretion with Gale to become a secret agent."

"Secret agent?"

"Why not? Or a psychologist. Rey, I don't know how, but I feel the conflict in you."

"What?"

"I think you're afraid of being abandoned. And you're confusing the movies with your life in OhMyDisney. In fact, it's pretty clear you all do. You can't separate them anymore, which causes you a lot of stress..."

"I... Nah! I can tell the difference!"

"No, you don't, which translates into physical manifestations such as the lightning bolts you threw, the urge to shoot Thumper. You should do what I do. When things aren't going well, I go and lie in the sun," the Snowman babbled before taking on a dramatic voice. "But don't forget... Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hatred and hatred leads to suffering..."

Frozen, Rey gawked for a few seconds, before letting out a very nice swear word.

"Fucking hell..."

"AAAHHH! You said a swear word! I need a swear word box!" the Snowman exclaimed. "Elsa, Elsa! Please!"

The young woman ignored Olaf who was stamping around in front of her to study Rey. Without looking at him, she waved her hand and a transparent box appeared in the Snowman's box.

"Did you shoot Thumper?" she asked in disbelief.

"Apparently..."

"Rabbit is delicious," said Scar, purring.

The audience turned to him. He feigned innocence.

"What's that? It's a very fine dish."

Elsa and Thor exchanged a shocked look.

"No! Rabbits are so cute!" the Avenger cried. "I'm travelling... er, I travelled with a rabbit. Oh no, it's a raccoon! Thor, you should remember by now!"

With a raised eyebrow, the young blonde woman was staring at him. Her gaze softened when she put a hand on his shoulder.

"Quitting the beer will do you so much good."

The God of Thunder breathed a deep sigh. Meanwhile Rey was biting her lips, more and more nervous. Olaf had just put his finger where it hurt. Oh, he hadn't just revealed something to her, she already knew that, but hearing it said out loud made her hot, then cold, her heart got excited (and not in a pleasant way), the stress was slowly but surely spreading through her body. The young woman was experiencing this surge of energy without being able to control it. Leaning forward, staring into the void, she twisted her hands and cracked her fingers nervously.

Thor, who had noticed her strange behaviour, reached out his chin towards her.

"Hey, are you all right? You don't look so good, you're all white."

Rey gave him a dirty look. A very dark look.

"You're really weird... Hey, girl, you need to relax a little bit."

"Mind your own business," she whistled between her teeth.

"No, I mean it. If you want some advice, and I think your boyfriend will more or less agree with me, you should accept the darkness inside you. Aren't you tired of putting it off all day?"

"No!"

"Rey, he's quite right," Elsa intervened. "I've been fighting my power for years..."

The young Jedi stood up, her face wrinkled with perplexity.

"Oh yes, and now you're having an identity crisis. You sure are doing well," she mocked with a bad laugh.

"In fact, that's all I have to deal with now..."

"And it is also a success for the great Lord of Thunder, between your paunch, the beard with mould nuggets..."

"God of Thunder, God of Thunder," the Avenger moaned.

"... the hair so greasy that you just have to wring out the oil, and that breath..."

"STOP!" Thor shouted.

His outburst had the merit stop Rey in her tracks.

"Are you possessed or what? If you could stop insulting me, thank you! Do you want me to tell you what your problem is?"

"Careful, Thor," Grumpy warned, making big eyes at him.

Rey squinted her eyes, her arms folded over her chest.

"Your problem is that you are... a Palpatine..."

The young woman leaps to her feet, her stare black, her nostrils dilated with anger, her breath short.

"Let me finish before you get angry. You're a Palpatine. That's a fact. But... we know very well that that's not the only reason you call yourself Rey Skywalker..."

The Avenger left his sentence on hold. Elsa had a bad feeling. The young woman pushed Olaf back behind her chair. As the Snowman felt the same emotions as she did, he obeyed.

"I'll understand when I'm older," he murmured.

"We know that you have a lot of affection for Leia and Luke," the God of Thunder said. "But, girl, you want to be a Skywalker for another reason. A reason that has something to do with your boyfriend. Don't look at me like that. You're desperate for him to do his job as a Prince Charming. Hey, you little grain of sand, this is the twenty-first century, you have the right to take the lead!"

"I... You're talking nonsense! As you said, this is the twenty-first century, I'm independent."

There was some eloquent throat clearing. Rey turned around. Elsa gave her a desolate grimace.

"Oookaaayyy, we're going to say you are," the God of Thunder said, sweeping the air with his hand. "Except that, you're afraid he'll disappear from your life one way or another if he doesn't do his job as an APC..."

"APC?"

"Almost Prince Charming. But you're also afraid that he will, because you know that if anything happens to him, it will hurt even more. Do you see what I mean?"

"Yeah, has anyone ever told you you talk too much?" she retorted, acid.

C-3PO's voice rose behind the girl's back.

"Forgive me, mighty Thor, you are talking about marriage, aren't you? Master Ben often mumbles to himself, but I've never heard him mention a ring or even a wedding."

Rey clenched her fists. Her face got so hot that it became almost as red as Grumpy's.

"You see, girl. If you don't go for it, you will remain a Palpatine. Or else... you'll remain... nobody," Thor said.

The young Jedi was speechless for a few seconds. He had dared.

"But if you want a ring on your finger, I'll be happy to pick up the pieces of your little broken heart. I like you, even if you're weird."

He barely had time to finish his sentence when Rey pointed an angry finger at him, her face deformed by the fury. Oh, at that second, she looked like a fury. Suddenly a fine black smoke surrounded Rey. Sparkling red pixels appeared anarchically in the curious smoke.

"We have to get out," Elsa whispered, pushing Olaf toward the exit.

The Snowman went outside. At the same moment, Rey's figure shook.

"ThaAaAt'sss EeEnough!"

The young woman's voice shook like her figure wich changed for a split second. A pale, sickly face, sly black eyes, pale lips curled fiercely over some kind of Bruce's slender teeth. It was good timing, it was Friday... except there were no fish.

"Get out!" Elsa ordered in a voice without appeal.

Everyone listened to her, except Thor, of course. Hans hesitated, but finally obeyed when she begged him with her eyes.

"It's not a mosquito like her that's going to scare me. You know, I've seen some weird things in my long life, it takes a lot to impress me."

Except that meanwhile the red pixels were getting more and more excited in the smoke that enveloped Rey.

"Come on, Palpi! Joke over! Show me what you can do!"

"Thor!" the Fifth Spirit exclaimed put-out.

And what had to happen happened. A mighty light shone from Rey's hands. It struck the ground. Lightning bounced off the walls, some of it pierced them. One of them almost reached Elsa, who used her magic in extremis, transforming it into a shiny icicle. With a kick, the floor was covered with a thin film of frost to nip any flames in the bud.

Thor, on the other hand, looked like he was having the time of his life.

"I think I've found my soul mate! It tickles!"

The young woman turned towards her 'brother', her forehead wrinkled with perplexity. She shrugged her arms and shoulders, before letting them fall back, desperate. The sound of a crystalline object falling to the ground attracted Elsa's attention and she turned around again. Her blue eyes fell on an icicle that had trapped a bolt of lightning. It was still shining from the inside. That was then she remembered that ice was frozen water and that water conducts electricity.

The ice cube could not contain the lightning's energy. The electric shock hit Elsa right in the chest. The force of the impact threw her backwards. Thor stopped laughing and intercepted her before she reached the ground.

"ELSA!" the young Jedi cried.

The God of Thunder looked up at Rey, who had become perfectly normal again, except for that horrified expression on her face. The Fifth Spirit sat down with a groan, her hair up on her head, looking a little stunned.

"Wooow... I'm all right, I'm all right..." she mumbled.

Rey knelt down beside her.

"I'm so sorry! So sorry."

Her gaze passed between Elsa and Thor before being drawn to the ceiling.

"Why are there holes in the ceiling? And in the wall?"

The Avenger frowned.

"Don't you remember? You've just thrown lightning bolts in the middle of a black smoke crackling with furious red pixels."

"Uh... I... no... that's impossible."

Thor nodded his head and looked into her eyes. The girl swallowed with difficulty. Since the morning nothing but strange things had happened to her, especially since her disastrous meeting with Thumper. The worst was that she couldn't remember pointing a blaster at the Rabbit at all, nor throwing lightning bolts. There was something to panic about.

The Avenger helped Elsa to get up. She waited to assess her balance before reaching out to Rey. Surprised that she didn't blame her, the young Jedi hesitantly grabbed her hand, but her friend's firm yet gentle grip reassured her. 'Sorry,' she articulated once again.

The three of them walked out of what was left of the building. Many of the characters had gathered together to try to find out what had just happened. A shout rang out in the middle of the crowd.

"ELSA!"

Anna made her way through and ran to take her sister in her arms.

"I was so scared! I heard a huge explosion and I saw a huge flash of lightning. Wow! Your hair! It looks like mine when I wake up!"

"I'm fine," Elsa reassured her in a calm voice, caressing her sister's hair.

For her part, unable to face all the glances, Rey turned, her shoulders hunched over. The God of Thunder put a hand on her shoulder. He looked oddly serious.

"It doesn't matter if you throw lightning. But that you forget what you're doing, that's not very reassuring."

"I know," the girl whispered, her eyes fixed on the remains of the meeting room.

"And... I'm sorry I pushed you too far..."

"No, it's not your fault!"

"I went a bit too far," he admitted, scratching his cheek.

"So did I."

A clears throat interrupted their peaceful exchange. Grumpy waved an accusing finger in front of them.

"You two... Never again... Basta! I'm stopping!"

Then the Dwarf walked away furiously.

Rey waved her head from left to right and then she turned to the God. In spite of everything that didn't charm her at that moment, his blue eyes were beautiful, kind and sincere. But much less attractive and intense than Ben's. And frankly, Thor really didn't smell like a rose. The girl politely stepped aside and gave him a smile. She held out her hand to him. The Avenger stared at it and squeezed it tightly.

"So, peace?"

"Peace."

"I really don't stand a chance against your boyfriend?" he tried.

Rey could barely hold back her laughter. She shook her head vigorously. Thor shrugged his shoulders and sighed dramatically. Then he stared at something over the young Jedi's shoulder. He pointed to what was catching her attention with his chin.

"Speak of the devil..."

Rey frowned.

"Can you please stop quoting Hercules."

"I can't help it. Anyway, your Prince of Darkness is here, girl."

The girl turned around at once. Oh, Ben... He looked perplexed to say the least. Rey split the crowd to join him. Her first thought had been to throw herself into his arms, but seeing him with his arms folded and his eyes squinted, the girl wondered how long he'd been there. A little ashamed, she approached timidly. Next to him, Anakin was clearly containing a laugh. He raised his eyebrows eloquently to Rey. Oh Lord, they had seen everything.

"So, I'm leaving for two days and it's the end of the world?" Ben asked.

The young Jedi wrung her hands. Ben used and abused of dry humour and she had to make a big effort to find out whether he was laughing at her or not. But his slightly hoarse voice and the discreet raising of his eyebrows pointed her in the right direction.

An embarrassed laugh escaped Rey.

"Er... no, it's Finn, he signed me up for group therapy behind my back, I blame him... a little."

"Oh, he's a traitor."

"Yes. No! Ben!"

"Ah, because, if he's a traitor, then I'm a traitor too."

"What do you mean, you're a traitor?"

Instead of answering, he grabbed her hand and drew her to himself. As soon as their skins came into contact, the girl lost all her strength and allowed herself to do so, hypnotised by his dark eyes. Next to them Anakin Skywalker shook his head with a smile.

"Well, I'm the one who asked him to sign you up," he whispered warmly in her ear.

Ben Solo was sly. How was she supposed to get mad at him when he looked at her like that, when she was trapped in his arms? The girl shook her head in an attempt to come to her senses. She put her hands on his chest and moved away as far as he would allow her to face him. He seemed to look so proud of himself!

"I thought you didn't like Finn!"

"We know how to get along when we have to."

"You're a traitor!" she scolded, pounding his chest with her fist. "And when were you going to tell me that you're organising group therapy at the studio? Is that why you went to the Arcade with Ralph?"

"Yes, among other things," Anakin replied evasively.

"What do you mean by that?"

"The races in Tron are not bad. The ones in Sugar Rush are great!" the former Jedi Master praised.

Sceptical, her gaze travelled between the two Skywalkers. Finally, with a grunt, she hit her Almost Prince Charming again.

Ben barely moved, just to please her. The young man didn't hold back his smile. Unable to resist him, Rey pushed a rebellious black curl out of his eyes before letting her fingers slide across the skin of his cheek, following the wrinkle created by his smile. His sulky lips fell back and Rey perceived the twitch that shook him. She too had some power over him.

"You're my traitor," she sighed, falsely fatalistic, clutching the white collar of his tunic and the one of his very Han Solo black leather jacket at the same time.

He nodded his head distractedly, his eyes fixed on her mouth. Ben leaned over to kiss her. As usual, Rey felt her body liquefy. A sigh escaped her. The girl couldn't deny the relief of having him back.

"Um, um... I'm really sorry to interrupt but you have an audience."

Rey and Ben turned, their eyes blurred, to the former General of the Clone Army. With an amused pout, he pointed to half of OhMyDisney! who had just witnessed their passionate kiss. Next to him, his daughter was looking at them tenderly.

The young Jedi saw Ben frown, upset.

"Uh, Rey, I think Thor wants to tell you something."

She turned in his arms. With his perpetual silly smile, the Avenger waved his hand and winked at her. Ben's arms stretched around her. The girl knew that if she turned around, she would see his jaw tighten and his eyes throw lightning bolts. She would never tell him, but seeing him jealous was a big blow to her ego.

Thor reached out his left hand in front of him and shook his fingers. Rey frowned. Then the God of Thunder tapped his left ring finger with his other hand. The girl's jaw dropped. Seriously! She turned to Ben. He was really, really pissed off.

"What does that mean?" he asked in a white voice.

Rey put a hand against the burning skin of his neck, which brought the young man's attention back to her.

"Nothing, it's Thor. He's just... weird."

But Ben squinted his eyes.

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course," he replied, seeing the panic in her eyes.

The young man looked again in the direction of Thor. He knew he had nothing to fear from God, but jealousy took over without warning. One of his hands left Rey's waist and grabbed her neck. She had to tiptoe up with surprise exclamation. Her mouth collided with his in an even hotter kiss. Amazed, Rey thought she liked it when he was jealous. As Vanellope said, he was well on his way to devour her.

"That's his father's son!"

Ben almost choked. He abruptly broke away from Rey, who made a small noise of protest. Han Solo raised an inch in the air. His wife hit him.

"Ouch!"

Ben stared at his grandfather, father and mother with a grimace. Leia and Han began to argue under Anakin's arbitration.

"Children, they are all children," Padmé sighed, looking at her husband, daughter and son-in-law with a disillusioned look on her face.

The young man took Rey's hand in his own and drew her with him away from the crowd. Once he was far enough away to his liking, he turned towards her. Han's interruption had got his head straight. Ben examined her with concern.

"You really are... a permanent distraction. Now that I'm thinking clearly... Enough jokes, tell me what's going on with you."

"Er... that is..."

What a helping hand from destiny, Anna stood next to them, as if mounted on a spring.

"Rey! Ben! I have very good news for you! We've set the date for the wedding! Will you be one of my bridesmaids? And Ben, Kristoff doesn't dare to ask you, but would you be one of his groomsmen? I am so excited. Oh yeah, most importantly, the wedding is next week!"


Not far away, a small rabbit was watching the hustle and bustle. This new Princess had almost got his skin. He hadn't expected her to turn against him. The rabbit retreated into the shadows of his studio. He looked around him. No one else. Good, if only someone had seen what was going to happen...

His eyes turned yellow and mean. The little rabbit shook its head. He opened his mouth, as if to yawn. A strange black smoke crackling with red pixels came out of it and out of his ears.

The small round body of Thumper swayed. In the middle of the black smoke, the blurred contours of a face appeared. The yellow eyes reappeared wide-set and ringed in the centre of a head with a disproportionate grey skin skull.

The little rabbit came to his senses and when he saw what was floating above him, he jumped with fear. Thumper ran away as fast as his legs would allow.

"But why are you running?" the frightening shadow asked him, before bursting into a Machiavellian laugh.

The face without a body watched the crowd in the middle of which Rey and Ben Solo were trying to escape. They managed to get out of the crowd. The young man looked worried, and when he took his girlfriend in his arms, the shadows saw the frightened expression of the girl. A big sly smile revealed yellow teeth. Perfect. He had chosen very well.

"The little idiots! They have no idea what I'm up to! I finally have my revenge! Sugar Rush and the Arcade will finally be mine!"


I hope you enjoyed it. I loved writing Thor that way. I think his comic potential is quite interesting since Endgame.

Rey's reflections on rabbits are the same ones I get from watching my own. Underneath their super cute looks, they are real little devils.

With a chapter ending like that, you can imagine that it will stir up the next one. I saw huge! Big anything! It's going to be a real crossover, literally. As I tend to spread out a lot at the moment, I think there might be a fourth part, and probably a bonus, when Ben and Anakin go to see Ralph at the arcade.

I think I've found a theme music for this story. As Rey mentioned Shakespeare, I was thinking of Alizée's 'Mademoiselle Juliette' (French song). I know, it's old, I used to listen to it when I was a teenager, but I think the lyrics fit well with the story.

Many thanks to L, Agent N, LightWitch13, SirCJ, Tj-Mystic and beetleboo52 for the reviews, favourite and following. I'm glad it made you laugh, I hope I've done it again!

See you soon!