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Yzma lay on her bed with her hands covering her head, crying in shame at the thought that anyone would be about to see her, her sobs intensifying as Elsa and Rapunzel come in. Rapunzel lifted her head gently, her eyes soft. "It's okay. I may be able to help. But you have to let me try." Yzma nodded and she began to sing, her hair glowing though nothing changed.
Elsa took Yzma's hand gently, holding it like she would that of her best friend. Wait. Could it be? Was this woman who now looked so much older honestly be her best friend? Yes, she decided. She could be. And as she held her, she knew they were feeling the same thing. "Come on. We're going to get you to that dance Yzma. This is your last chance to experience Fire and Ice. You're not missing it just because you don't look the same."
Yzma shook her head, burying her face in her hands. "I'm not coming out. I'm not leaving this room. You can't make me."
Rapunzel knelt, frowning. "Yzma, she's right. You need to do this. Hey. Here's an idea. We'll go see Mim and she can-"
Yzma scowled. "She did this. I will not go to her."
"But you'll still, uh, come with me won't you," a voice asked from the doorway.
The girls turned, and Elsa smiled a little. "You came."
"Of course I did." Yzma took in a breath and stood, her eyes sparkling as she walked toward him. "I… I think I will. Who cares if anyone sees me? Its one night. But who are you?"
He smiled, taking her hand. "I'm Kronk. I couldn't help but overhear your friend Mim telling one of my friends you probably didn't have anyone to take you to Fire and Ice, so… here we are."
She smiled and let him lead her to the ballroom many others turning to look at her as she entered and Mim breaking out into a fresh wave of laughter as she sees what she had done, a few turning to look at her in either disbelief or admiration though their attention completely shifts off Yzma as she is lead onto the dance floor, the song upbeat but at the same time slow though Kronk knew if he let go of her she would bolt for the exit. "I've wanted to ask you to this dance for three years. "
Yzma frowned, wanting to be back in her dorm until she saw Mim take to the floor with her own partner. "So this is a sympathy date? I'm not the person I once was."
He shook his head, holding her close. "No Yzma. You're…well to me anyway, you're even more beautiful than you were. You're kind. The Wicked Ones are not."
Yzma laughed. "Oh I'm still one of them. I'll be their leader until the day I leave this place. And then? I don't know. None of them are my friends truly except Hans and Anna. And she's just a recruit."
Kronk nodded, watching her. "But something tells me you're not as wicked as you were. You changed. And I think I like this new Yzma better than the old one. But why is…?" He glanced over to Mim and her partner, frowning. "Kuzco! You know she did this right?"
Yzma pushed away, running for the exit and through the door, colliding with Vanessa on the way out but not bothering to look back as she ran back to her dorm and locked the door.