Sitting on her new throne, in her new throne room, in her new palace, Diana glanced outside and watched Yeva chop another piece of wood.
Spring had fallen upon them, and the morning sun shone brightly upon Yeva's golden hair as she set another piece on the chopping block. Rozie stood outside with her, chatting away. Yeva paused for a moment to wipe her brow and say, "Oh yeah?" To which Rozie might jump up and down, spill more words, and flap her arms in her school uniform.
Eventually, she pointed to the house, to which Rozie hugged her legs and ran inside, backpack rustling as she went.
Crash-landing into the throne room, she skidded toward Diana, who stood to greet her. Like she had countless times before, she made an imprint in the flowing skirts of her gown, to which Diana laughed and caught her, kissing her cheek.
"Have a nice day at school."
"Thank you!" Rozie kissed her back. "Have a nice day, Queen Diana!" Absconding, Rozie huffed and puffed to the front door and yelled on her way, "I love you! Goodbye!"
"Goodbye! I love you too!"
The guards opened the door for her, but not before she shouted to them, "Goodbye Anna and Katya! I love you!"
Both chuckled. "We love you too, Princess Rozie."
As Rozie left, Yeva entered, pausing for a moment. Diana came to embrace her.
"What should I build for you today, My Queen?"
"Oh, I don't know. Why don't you sit with me and we'll consider it?"
"Gladly."
Yeva and Diana took their places next to one another, occupying the throne rescued from the ice palace and one Yeva had recently constructed. Both parents, Diana, and her late husband stood next to a painting featuring Yeva and Diana, dressed like queens, holding one another.
Taking Diana's hand, Yeva kissed her cheek, and they discussed the possibility of a new bed.