The Queen enjoys an afternoon stroll through the Castle gardens with her Attendant by her side. Despite her condition, she is determined to embrace the outdoors in her snow boots and fur coat. It has been so long since she tasted the fresh air, felt the breeze on her skin. The frosty temperature provides a refreshing relief from her regular flushes, and for the first time in weeks, she felt truly alive.

"Isn't it just wonderful, Impa?" she sings. "Whoever said that the cold was something to be feared?"

Her Majesty admires the icicles that hang from the window ledges as Impa trails behind her carrying a basket of cakes. Impa is biding her time. She hands an iced bun to the Queen and clears her throat.

"I don't suppose you are learned in the Hyrule's history, Your Majesty?"

"I studied a little in school when I was younger." she answers, still intrigued by the natural phenomenon hanging from the window ledge. "Why do you ask? Do you have a story for me?"

"Sort of…" Impa confesses. "I was conducting my own personal research in the Castle Library last night; more specifically, the Hyrulean Civil War. I believe Sir Victor played a crucial role in securing victory for the Royal Family?"

The Queen nods carelessly as she runs her fingers through the snow. "I believe so."

"Were you aware of the accusations of war crimes perpetrated under his command?"

The Queen stops and lifts her head. "War crimes? Of what nature?"

"According to the Hyrulean Act of Ethical Warfare, they can range from torture, to taking hostages, to even the killing of children."

"Those are pretty strong accusations, Impa…" the Queen says with worry.

"Indeed." Impa agrees. "And through my research, it turns out, those accusations were true."

From the bottom of her basket, the Royal Attendant extracts a piece of folded parchment. She hands it to the Queen. Her Majesty gently unfolds it and carefully processes every word. She clasps her hand to her mouth.

"This…this document…where did you find it?"

"I cannot disclose that information, Your Majesty." Impa replies. "I want to hear your thoughts. Is there any possibility that we could reopen this case?"

"Reopen it?" the Queen turns to her with ferocity. "Impa…the court order has explicitly stated that this case is closed! Furthermore, it is not to be discussed in public!"

She hands the parchment back to her Attendant.

"I don't know how you came by this legal document, Impa, but I must ask you to return it to whence it came." the Queen states firmly. "We are not here to tamper with the happenings of the past. What's done is done. We can only focus on the future. My husband is currently in a state of emotional vulnerability. If he were to find this…he would surely crumble. His holds a high opinion of his father which he would not want tarnished by such slander. I order you to keep this information to yourself, and not speak of it to anyone. Do you understand me, Impa?"

"But, Your Majesty-"

"Do I make myself clear, Impa?" the Queen reiterates with a sinister frown.

Impa retracts her boisterous defiance and resigns. "Yes, Your Majesty. I shall return the folder at the earliest opportunity."

"Superb." the Queen reverts to a smile as she nibbles on her iced bun. She closes her eyes as she savours the taste. "Delightfully delicious!"