Fionna—is a 13-year-old adventurer and Cake's adoptive sister. While usually appearing as black dots, her eyes are seen as blue when enlarged. She wears a rabbit-themed hat (similar to Finn's bear-themed hat) with exposed locks of blonde hair. Unlike Finn, her neck is shown. Her outfit includes a teal blue shirt with elbow-length sleeves, a dark blue skirt, and knee-high socks with two thin horizontal stripes at the top. Fionna is heavier set than. She has a green backpack (similar to Finn's) and Mary Jane shoes. Her name was officially changed from "Fiona" to "Fionna," presumably to make it more similar to Finn's name. The pronunciation, however, has remained unchanged. Like Finn and his crush on Princess Bubblegum, it is revealed in many portraits posted that Fionna has a crush on Prince Gumball. Fionna has buck teeth like a rabbit. Fionna, like Finn, is Cake's adoptive sister.
Cake—Fionna's best friend/adoptive sister and Mo-Chro's girlfriend. She doesn't look much like Jake aside from their body proportions. She has white eyes in which the black pupils become circular if surprised, excited, shocked, or scared. She has a cat muzzle and a small nose (compared to Jake's), cat ears, white fur with many coffee colored spots, and a large bushy tail. Cake may know Morse code in order to speak to Lord Monochromicorn, similar to how Jake knows Korean in order to speak to Lady Rainicorn. Cake plays a hammered dulcimer, as opposed to a viola. Her tail "frizzes out" if it is agitated or worried. As a Lumpy Space 'cat', she is a light color of maroon with large spots of fuchsia to match her coffee-colored spots. Her tail is now lumpy and more beaver-tail-like.
The Ice Queen—she is a mentally challenged woman with powers over ice. Although she was originally much more evil and aggressive than her male counterpart, she in the series, she is much more lame and dumb. Like the Ice King kidnaps princesses, she kidnaps princes. The Ice Queen has light blue skin, long white hair, and lightning-shaped eyebrows. Her hair, while also long like the Ice King's beard, is wavy with curls instead of shaggy. She wears a small gold tiara with red gems and a neck band (incrusted with a single blue gem in the center), a blue long sleeved ball gown, and light and dark blue shoes. Like how the Ice King's source of power is in his crown, Ice Queen's is based in her tiara. The Ice Queen's eyebrows are the equivalent of the Ice King's beard, allowing flight.
Loyalty to the Queen
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Ice Queen cackles as the Princes of Aaa fawn over her, begging and cheering for her...
Ice Queen snored loudly as she laid down on her zebra-print bed. Her white hair, over six feet long, webbed her dress and body like a wooly blanket. Her legs were spread eagle, her arms folded beneath her head. The top of her head was bare, the tiara resting on the nightstand next to the bed. Her snores bounced off the icy walls of her chamber.
Cake watched the Ice Queen intently, knowing at any moment she could wake and attack. She already had her paws set into the air, her claws extracted. Her sister was picking the lock on the icy cage, the constant click-clack of the lock mixing with the Ice Queen's snores. Wedding Ring Prince awaited on the other side, his icy fingers clutching the bars. Everything about him was shivering, and his lips were blue. The diamond on his welded-in ring that rested on his head was blanketed with a layer of frost. His short purple hair curled at the ends, frosty and stiff. Even his white tux was covered in frost.
"Save me, Fionna and Cake." He whispered gravelly, but his voice bounced off the walls. Cake shushed him. He had been saying it ever since she and Fionna had came to the castle when they got his distress letter.
Fionna opened the cell door smoothly, careful not to make it creak. Cake took the Prince's icy hand in her paw, leading him out. "Save me, Fionna and Cake."
Cake shushed him again. "We are."
They began to creep towards the window. Fionna brandished her sword and held it out at Ice Queen, as if she thought she was faking her slumber. But the only movement from the Ice Queen was the rise and fall of her chest.
"Save me, Fionna and Cake."
Cake looked past the Prince at her human sister. "Why does he keep saying that?"
"I think he's traumatized." whispered Fionna, her eyes locked on the Ice Queen's form.
"Don't worry, Prince." Cake whispered reassuringly to the royal teen. They reached the window at last. After checking one last time, Fionna gestured for them to get out. Cake set the Prince on her back and wrapped her right arm around Fionna's middle. They disappeared into the night, cheering.
However, Ice Queen's ears heard their distant cheers. With a sort of snort, she awoke, startled. "Honey?" She pawed with her icy fingertips for her lamp. "Are you all right?" She pulled the string. "I thought I heard-" She stopped when she saw the cage was empty. Startled, she flapped her eyebrows and glided over to the cage. She grabbed the cell door lightly and pushed it to and fro, the icy hinges squeaking loudly. "I see what's happened." She said to no one in particular, her frosty blue eyes narrowed. "He dumped me." She stalked over to the window and stuck out her head. The sky was peppered with stars, and a nice breeze was rippling the air. She held up a fist. "YOUR LOSS! I'LL BE OVER YOU IN FIVE SECONDS!"
*le five seconds later*
Ice Queen lay limp across her bed like a rag doll thrown violently. A tub of chocolate ice cream lay half-eaten on her nightstand. Candles flickered dimly. Rose petals topped the floor and bed. The photos she had taken of her and her darling were scratched out and cut. "Why did he leave?" She sobbed. Her sobs sounded like wounded crows, helpless and shrieking. "I put all that cool stuff in his prison!" A stereo, a TV, and a red bass guitar. You can't get much cooler than that, right? Ice Queen sucked in a deep breath and sat up straight. She took her palm and slapped herself clean in the face. "Come on. Pull it together." A smile glowed on her icy features. "Hey! Maybe he called me!"
She glided over to her discarded clothes and began tossing through them. Tube top, skorts, cocktail dresses-AHA! She reached into her skinny jeans and took out her Apple. No joke here, it was an actual Apple. It would have been rotting and sour by now, but she put a charm on it so it wouldn't. After dialing a few buttons (which were really just squares she had drawn with a black marker), she held it to her ear for the voice-mail.
Her face went into rage, her nose wrinkled and her eyes flaming. "NO NEW MESSAGES?"
She took the Apple and flung it across the room. It hit the picture frame of her and the Prince, the only one she'd decided to keep. It showed the Ice Queen, smiling happily, and the Prince, who looked very scared behind the bars. Gunta's head poked through the bottom left corner. On impact, the picture frame crashed to the floor and broke into pieces.
Ice Queen stood still, as if shocked by what happened. Then she just cracked. Her hands went in icy blue flames, her hair began to whip around crazily as if she were standing into a tornado. A horrible shriek tore through her throat, which bounced off the walls and caused her ears to ring. From outside the castle, you could hear her shrieking horribly from miles away.
After her little 'episode,' the Ice Queen sulked into her bathroom. A carpet lay in the middle of the floor, royal blue with a snowflake covering its middle. A icy toilet was to the right, a cobalt towel on the rack next to it. A frosty sink with a chilly mirror was to the left, lined with a blue toothbrush and frozen toothpaste. A circular bath was carved into the far floor, filled with water so cold, if you weren't the Ice Queen, you'd freeze to death in it. Ice Queen took a breath, remembering how she had escorted the Prince here and left him alone for his personal business.
Ice Queen stepped in front of the sink and looked up at her reflection in the mirror. She had never liked the way she looked. Her eyes were sunken and sad, no happiness inside, but anger always flaming within. Her skin wasn't really wrinkly, but whenever she smiled, lines formed at the corners of her lips. Not to mention her skin was always frosty, a light blue color like she had dipped herself in paint. Her eyebrows shot ten inches in either direction, lightning-shaped and thick. Her hair was icy white, pooling onto the floor around her ankles. It felt like frozen straw to the touch. "I'm tired of looking at this face." She looked to the side of the sink and noticed a pair of scissors, tweezers, a brush, and a razor. She came up with an idea.
After a good hour of plucking, cutting, brushing, and razoring (she hated plucking with the tweezers the most), Ice Queen looked up at her reflection and smiled. She couldn't help her skin and wrinkles, but everything else seemed unrecognizable. Her eyes were filled with flames of hope, flickering and going out before appearing again. She had plucked her eyebrows cleanly so that they were normally-sized, and normally arched as well, slim and silky. Her hair fell a little bit past her shoulders, ending with curls and satiny to the touch now. She looked like a complete stranger, like the Ice Queen never existed. But not only that, she looked very pretty now, younger and healthier.
"Not bad." Ice Queen observed herself nicely. "Maybe some good exercise will help. I'm forgetting about that silly breakup already.
Ice Queen bent over on her knees, gasping for air. Her chest heaved up and down rapidly. Her forehead was covered in sweat. But her form was already looking better, like magic, with a slightly slimmer waist, long smooth legs, and strong shoulders. She had changed out of her usual gown and was now wearing a fit blue active top, black shorts, and white sneakers. A royal blue headband kept her sweaty hair from her eyes, and a water bottle filled with cold water bounced at her hip. She had kept her tiara on.
"Alright, that's enough for today." Even her voice sounded healthier and younger. She crouched down and jumped up-
But landed on her stomach.
Confused, she stood with a new bruise on her knee, purple on her blue skin. She patted her eyebrows. Silky and slim, not long and thick. "Idiot." She muttered to herself as she walked over to a nearby bench and sat down. The shade from the large purple tree covered her from the beaming sun. "You can't fly without your eyebrows." She sighed and cupped her face in her hands, resting her elbows on her knees. "I'll be alone forever."
"Hello."
Ice Queen jumped at the sudden voice. She span to her left and looked down. Slime Prince was smiling up at her. Ice Queen's chest constricted. It had been such a long time since someone had smiled kindly at her. Hundreds of years. Not knowing what to do, she smiled back. "H-Hello?"
"Pardon me for approaching you, miss." Slime Prince rubbed the back of his head, as if scratching. "You just seemed so...approachable." He blushed shyly.
"That's odd," the Ice Queen giggled. She couldn't help it. "My looks usually put people off..."
The Prince laughed gleefully. Ice Queen frowned, not grasping the joke. She looked to her right, but only saw the purple bark of the tree, paper-like and stuff. She looked up at its blue leaves, but nothing could be seen. Then she looked up and down the road, as if she expected to see someone with a camera. "Is this like a punishment for you to do this?"
The Slime Prince jiggled with laughter, like Jell-O on a plate. When he was done, he turned to the Ice Queen. "So tell me about yourself."
"Well, there's not much to tell." Ice Queen giggled. It felt good to giggle, the last time she had was...since Brent..."I'm just the Ice Queen."
"Ooooooh!" The Prince said interestedly. "So you're the Nice Queen?"
Ice Queen giggled and shook her head. "Oh, no, you misheard me. I'm not the Nice Queen, I'm the-"
She stopped when she saw that the Prince was looking at her, in an infatuated and fascinated way. She cleared her throat. "I'm a REALLY Nice Queen. And I'm single."
The Prince went into ecstatic laughter.
Up the hill, Lumpy Space Prince looked down from inside his parent's car, a lumpy red pickup truck. He dug around through the chip bags, empty soda bottles, and wrappers of food and candy and finally took out his phone. He dialed the third number (057485-38503-3850238) and waited. As the rings went by, he reached over for his hamburger and took out a large bite.
"Hello?"
"Dude, it's me." LSP said through a mouthful of meet, mayo, and tomato. "Listen, Slime P is in the park, and she's talking to this super-hot new queen, who's supposed to be awesomely nice. And the babe is SINGLE. I'm looking at them right now. But don't tell anybody."
Hazelnut Prince hang up his phone after LSP finished. He rested his phone down half a second before dialing another number. He called Wildberry Prince and told her about Nice Queen. Wildberry Prince called Emerald Prince. Emerald Prince called Ghost Prince, who called Corndog Prince, who called Muscle Prince, and you get the picture. Soon, every prince in the land knew about the new Nice Queen. Prince Gumball was called by Princes Princes Princes, but he didn't really care. But everyone else did.
Fionna giggled as she and Cake walked through the jungle. She still had the troll's severed head in her left arm, the black blood splattering the grass and her leg. Her other hand held her ruby sword, bright in the sun, against her shoulder. "And then," she took a moment to giggle while Cake listened. "I was like 'Back off!' And she was like, 'YOU back off!' And I was like 'Fat chance!' And then she was like 'Ah! My spliung!'" She finished with a great laughed. She noticed that Cake had her furry arm stretched above the tree tops. "What're you doing?"
"Trying to get a single." said Cake, tilting her phone to the right. "I promised Lordy I'd call him after we were done, but I can't get a signal. It's like everyone in Aaa is on their phones or something."
She crashed into something heavy. It was so hard she fell on her back roughly. Fionna grabbed the fur at the back of her neck and helped her to her feet. Princes Princes Princes stood in front of them, twelve of their fourteen eyes glared down at them (the other was still drooling and staring into space.)
"Watch-" said one head.
"-Where-" said another.
"-You're going." finished a third.
"Where's the fire?" asked Fionna, raising a blond eyebrow.
"IN OUR HEARTS!" The heads cried in unison (except for the drooling one)
Fionna was completely confused. She looked down at Cake, who shrugged. "Pardon?"
"We're going-"
"-to see-"
"-the Nice Queen."
"Nice Queen?" repeated Fionna. She knew every Prince, Princess, King, and Queen in Aaa, from the Royal Family to the Zebra Royal Family. Since when was there a 'Nice Queen?'
"She's a-"
"-new queen-"
"-and she's-"
"-super nice-"
"-and we're going to-"
"-marry her."
One of the heads screamed and looked down at the blond head. "A SCRATCH!"
The other heads gasped and turned to the blond, who was whimpering. "CAKE!" they all screamed in unison. "YOU SCRATCHED US!"
"Uhm..." Cake paused. She had only bumped into their lower body, no part of her had touched their face(s). "Sorry...?"
"YOU WILL BE!"
"PPP," reasoned Fionna, "I don't even see a scratch."
"You don't?"
"No."
Princes Princes Princes paused, as if embarrassed, or unsure of what to say. "Then will-"
"-you please-"
"-step out-"
"-of our-"
"-way?"
Fionna stepped to the right a bit. But Princes Princes Princes practically STAMPEDED past her. She and Cake both fell to the ground, Cake on her face rather than her paws. The troll's head fell out of Fionna's grasp and fell to the grass like a basketball. Her ruby sword impaled the grass, sicking straight up. She looked over at the head, propped on her elbow. The head had landed upside-down, the two-feet wide mouth dangling open as if singing. A toad hopped into it to claim a new home.
"Darn." huffed Cake, patting away the dust that smeared her clean coat of fur. "Now we have to get rid of that toad..."
"Naw." Fionna stood and dusted the dirt and grass from her blue T-shirt and skirt. "Let her keep it. Hey, if there's a new Queen, we should offer out services."
Cake beamed. "Fionna-and-Cake style."
Nice Queen was in heaven. Word had gotten around so quickly that she was a nice, good-looking queen. And now every prince in Aaa knew about her. LSP had floated up to her and Slime Prince, then Hazelnut Prince, and then Wildberry Prince. The more the princes came, Ice Queen knew she needed a castle to call a kingdom for her new position. She couldn't use the Ice Castle, the princes were all to familiar with it. So she had asked the princes nicely (no pun intended) to make her a castle, because her old one 'was overrun by trolls.' They gladly accepted. They had gathered all of their gold, silver, and gems and made a castle purely out of their precious items. Now, a gold castle stood thirty feet tall. The windows were made of diamonds, the door knobs made of emeralds, the carpets made of rubies, and all the furniture made of studded silver. It was a castle fit for a queen.
After the actual castle was built, the Nice Queen asked them to make her a cage. They asked no questions and made a gold cage lickety-split. When they were done, Nice Queen locked all of them inside. No one complained at all. But now, Nice Queen was outside from them. They had their arms sticking through the cage, trying to reach and touch her.
"Gentlemen!" said Nice Queen. "I have time to meet you individually later! Please, hold still!" She pushed Turtle Prince back in as he climbed out.
"This looks like a prison." He said in his helium-from-balloons pitched voice.
"No!" Nice Queen said quickly, maybe a little too quickly. "It's just a waiting room!"
"NICE QUEEN!"
Nice Queen span around ridiculously fast. Fionna and Cake were charging in her directions, their arms flailing. They stopped in front of her. Nice Queen began to bubble with rage. She was happy now. So happy. She wasn't about to let them ruin this for her. "YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!" Her arms shot into blue flames fro her palms to her shoulders.
Fionna and Cake jumped. The princes went ghostly silent. What was her deal? She never even met Fionna OR Cake. Fionna exchanged a look with Cake, who looked baffled. "You're the Nice Queen, right?"
Ice Queen sizzled down. Her arms went out, not even a single burn behind. She smiled. "Oh yeah. I keep forgetting that. Apology."
Fionna smiled, sort of awkwardly. The princes smiled too, but still remained pleasantly quiet. "Well, I'm Fionna and this is Cake."
"Howdy!" waved Cake.
Ice Queen froze. Fionna and Cake? Serving her? That made as much sense as the sun being made out of ice. But they didn't recognize her, did they? "Serve me?" she echoed.
"Totally." nodded Fionna. "We are your Nice Ladies-in-Waiting."
Nice Queen let out a disbelieving laugh. It sounded like a choke at first. She took her ruby scepter and gestured for Fionna and Cake to bow, which they did. She tapped the scepter twice on their shoulders. "By the power invested in me, I dub ye my Nice Ladies-in-Waiting."
The princes cheered crazily. Fionna and Cake stood, beaming. "So what is our first command, oh Queen?"
"NICE QUEEN I LOVE YOU!"
"I DO TOO!"
Nice Queen looked past the human girl and cat to the crazily cheering princes. She bit her lip. She needed to do something, or the princes would go ballistic soon enough. "Just a second, I have to talk to my-"
"DO YOU LIKE OPERA?"
"DO YOU LIKE PASTA?
"LET ME LOVE YOU!"
"LET ME SPEAK TO MY LADIES-IN-WAITING OR I WILL BLOW YOUR HEADS INTO PIECES!" Nice Queen shrieked, her eyes flaming red and her wrists in sizzling blue flames.
The princes, Fionna, and Cake jumped. In unison, every gasped a "what?" Nice Queen realized her mistake and took a deep breath. The flames disappeared as if she had blown them out. She gestured for Fionna and Cake to come closer. They did so, very cautiously.
"Listen, my main enemy right now is the disorientation of my love life." She whispered.
Fionna's eyebrows creased in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"I need to to catalog my princes."
"But we don't handle love-dazed princes." said Cake. "We kill stuff."
"I'll choose my husband first. Then you may kill whatever you please. There's plenty to slaughter later."
Fionna and Cake exchanged worried glances. Sure, Cake had a boyfriend, and Fionna had a crush, but actually managing love admirers wasn't their thing. But they had sworn to serve the Nice Queen. They had to now.
"Do you like guitar?" asked Fionna. She was sitting on the silver love seat, a gold check board in hand and a ruby pen in the other. Cake was in the other loveseat, with the same objects. Surprisingly, the seats were plush, even though they were made from solid silver.
"Uhm..." Ghost Prince paused for a moment. He didn't really sit in the silver loveseat, he sort of just floating a few inches above it. In his echoing voice, he asked, "Am I supposed to? I'm so nervous right now..."
"We understand." Fionna reassured him. After drawing 'N/A' in the check-box, she said. "Let's try something easier. Are you fond of women with magical abilities?"
"Well, my mother had magical abilities and she was a wonderful woman...But I was kidnapped by the Demon Queen for fifteen years, and she had magical abilities too, so I'm sort of confused by how I feel right now."
"Alright." Fionna drew a '=' sign for neutral in the box. "I think we have everything."
"You may return to the waiting room now, sir." hissed Cake. Fionna jumped at how angry she sounded. Ghost Prince flew away, yelling about how he was such an idiot and screwed it up. Smiling, Cake turned to her sister. "I say that went well."
"I feel guilty about making him sad...I'm not sure this is what Ladies-in-Waiting do."
"Ladies-in-Waiting do WHAT THEY'RE TOLD. We have to do this."
"I dunno, Cupcake..."
"Loyalty to the Queen!" vowed Cake.
"Can't argue with that."
"Girls!"
Fionna and Cake looked up at the whispering yell. Up the gold tower, Nice Queen was sticking her head out of the diamond window. "I told Pinata Prince I liked him a lot. But I really don't. Can you too break it off for me?"
On cue, Pinata Prince shuffled through the door. Fionna felt horrible. She knew this wasn't going to end well. She glanced at Cake, who gave her a 'Loyalty to the Queen' look.
Fionna turned to the Prince. "Her Highness isn't looking for a relationship right now."
"But I thought we had something special..."
"It's not you, it's him."
"But my daughter needs a mother."
Fionna smiled. "I'm sure you're a great parent!"
"NO I'M NOT! SHE ALWAYS STEALS AND DESTROYS PROPERTY, AND WHENEVER I TRY TO TALK TO HER, SHE BREAKS ME OPEN AND STEALS MY CANDY!"
Before Fionna could reassure him, Cake spoke up. "Just curious: Where's your daughter right now?"
"OH MY GOODNESS I TOLD HER TO WAIT FOR ME OVER AT THE DEMON PORTAL! I AM SUCH A HORRIBLE FATHER!" He ran off, screaming.
"We did it!" cheered Cake.
"But I feel terrible." sighed Fionna. She felt like someone was stabbing her over and over. "We broke his heart like glass."
She decided to tell Ice Queen how she felt about it. Telling Cake to wait, she walked through the silver door and climbed up the topaz stairs. She opened the Nice Queen's door. Nice Queen's room was glamorous. The bed was made out of soft sapphire, the carpet from plush ruby, and the bookcase made from pure pearls. Nice Queen was in the window, smiling as she watched Pinata Prince run away. Fionna noticed her eyebrows looks slightly thicker, and her hair had become an inch longer, but she said nothing of it. "Nice Queen?"
"Hm?" Nice Queen turned to her.
"I...don't wanna do this anymore."
"YOU QUESTION YOUR LOYALTY?"
"It's not that. You're supposed to treat the princes NICELY. You're the NICE Queen, not the ICE Queen."
Nice Queen bit her lip so hard that icy blood dripped on her tongue, salty and coppery. She was about to say that she didn't want her opinion on this matter, when the door flung open and LSP came soaring in. "I'm ready!"
Fionna smiled as her friend entered the room, but Nice Queen shivered. She didn't really like LSP, he was too dramatic and not really macho enough. "Fionna." Fionna turned to her Queen. "Get rid of him."
"Wha? NO WAY!"
"He's too loud and lumpy. Do it for your Queen!"
"WHAT?" LSP screamed loudly. "WHO'S LOUD?!"
"YOU ARE!" Nice Queen yelled rudely. "I like smooth, quiet princes." She made a sphere shape with her hands.
"I CAN SO BE SMOOTH!" He began to hug himself tightly. His blood veins pumped out, his muscles straining. Finally, gasping and panting, he turned to Fionna. "Fionna, punch out my lumps."
"WHAT?"
"I want to be what she wants! I can change for her!"
"I can't punch a prince. I'd be dirty forever."
"PLEASE!"
"I CAN'T!"
"Fionna!" yelled Ice Queen. "Just punch him! I want to see him smooth." She made a sphere shape again.
Loyalty to the Queen Cake's voice echoed in her head. She had to do this. Nice Queen demanded it. She turned to LSP and rose a shaky fist, and LSP beamed, ready. Fionna shut her eyes and threw her fist down.
Her fist collided with LSP's soft muscles. LSP grunted in pain, but was happy none the less. Fionna hit him again. And again. And again and again and again.
"One more." She socked his shoulder, and he gave a final grunt. She ran a hand over his form. "Smooth."
She stepped back. LSP's form was no longer lumpy, but now somewhat resembles a sphere. A floating purple sphere with a star and a mustache. Smiling, they both turned to Nice Queen.
She looked indifferent, as if unsure whether she like it or not. "Nah. I don't like it."
"THE QUEEN DOESN'T LIKE ME, FIONNA!" LSP jabbed a finger at her. "YOU DIDN'T MAKE ME SMOOTH ENOUGH."
He floated out of the room and down the stairs.
"I can't take it anymore." Fionna couldn't bring herself to look at Nice Queen. "Breaking hearts...punching princes...This isn't nice at all."
"YOU ARE SKATING ON THIN ICE, FIONNA!" Nice Queen shrieked. Fionna jumped. Her voice sounded so much like the Ice Queen's. 'Nice Queen' realized it and coughed. "I birthed you. AND I CAN UNBIRTH YOU."
Ice Queen felt a tug at her eyebrow. Confused, she touched it. She gasped. It was frosty, thick, and was starting to take a lightning-bolt shape.
"Hm..." Fionna stared at it. "That...eyebrow makes you look really familiar..."
"The jig is up!" Ice Queen said to herself.
Fionna stared. "What jig?"
"Uh...My jig!" Ice Queen did an actual jig. She swung to the side, kicked her feet, and flailed her arms, never taking her hand from her eyebrow. Fionna couldn't help but smile. "I have a new assignment for you! Very important."
"What is it?" Fionna was bubbly with excitement.
"The Ice Queen stole my stuff: my scissors, my tweezers, my brush, and my razor. Sneak into her trap-filled castle and retrieve it. But don't get caught. And don't look in the shoebox she keeps under her bed behind the board games!"
"Wait. Wha-"
"THOSE ARE MY ORDERS."
Fionna and Cake crept down the icy hallway of the Ice Castle. There weren't many sea lions around, and the Ice Queen must have been on an errand. As they reached the corner of the hallway, Fionna glanced past the hall to the other room. Fionna pointed at her eyes then at the room.
Cake nodded. She shaped her eyes like goggles and stretched them out past the corner. After a moment, Cake drew her eyes back and shook her head. It was only the kitchen.
WAAAAAAAAAAAIII!
Their was a heavy sound of a bass guitar screeching. Fionna and Cake ran down the other hallway and stopped in the other room. "ICE QUEE-" She stopped.
Gunta stared at the two girls, her eyes wide, her flippers still closed around the bass guitar. Oh.
"Sorry!" Fionna and Cake said in unison.
"I don't think the Ice Queen is home." Cake said to Fionna as they stepped down the hallway. "Let's go get the Nice Queen's stuff!"
After creeping down some more icy hallways and corridors, they reached the bathroom. Icy, frosty, and clean. The bath's tub was still evaporating cold mist. But there was something noticeable: hair covered the center of the room, in a five-foot-high pile. The hair was coarse and frosty, like frozen hay, and was the color of the snow outside. Fionna couldn't step aside it. It took up half the room. She marched into it. It went up to the top of her skirt, and it caused her arms to form goosebumps. "This is a lot of hair." she shivered.
"I think she shaved her legs." giggled Cake as she stood in the doorway. They both laughed.
Fionna glanced down at the bowl of the sink. Lining the icy sides, there were shiny tweezers, an icy razor, a frosted razor, and a royal blue hairbrush clotted with white hair. "I found them!"
She turned.
Ice Queen was staring at her.
She screamed.
"It's just me, Fifi!" giggled Cake. She had taken handful after handful of the hair from the ground and plastered them to herself. There were now thick, frosty white eyebrows on her forehead. Wavy, coarse white hair fell from her furry head. She looked like a cat-version of the Ice Queen.
"You got me there." Fionna giggled. She buried her face in the hair, thrashing her head and adding them to her eyebrows. She resurfaced, identical to Cake. They both laughed.
Cake picked up a tuft of hair and let it fall down. "This stuff could make anyone look like the Ice Queen."
"Yeah." giggled Fionna. "Even the Ice Queen."
"..."
"..."
They both gasped in realization. "THE NICE QUEEN IS THE ICE QUEEN!"
Gunta hit the cymbals like an exclamation point.
Nice Queen looked at herself closer in the diamond mirror. Now that she looked closer, she didn't really like her face now. Her hair was shorter, yes, but still coarse. Her left eyebrow was thick and three-inches long now, in a bolt shape. Her skin was still blue, and she still had lines at the corners of her mouth. "What do those princes see in this face..." She rubbed her other eyebrow. It felt thicker. She guessed her magic was causing her to grow out more. "I hope I can keep this under control."
Her right eyebrow flew up three inches in a bolt shape. She gasped. She grabbed them both and tore them out. Her forehead burned with the pain. Then her hair began to frost and it grew longer. She ripped out tuft after tuft of forming hair and eyebrows. Her head felt like fire.
"NICE QUEEN!"
Nice Queen ran to the window. Fionna and Cake were far below, waiting with their hands behind their backs. "Hey! Did you guys get my stuff?"
"Yes." Fionna sounded odd. "And also...THIS!" She rose her hand high. A thick tuft of white hair was in her grasp.
"MY HA-I mean...what is that?"
"IT'S YOUR HAIR, YOU BIG LIAR!" yelled Fionna. "Come on, Cupcake." They headed for the door.
"Stop!"
LSP appeared in front of the both of them, holding his hand up. He was lumpy now, no longer smooth. He looked angry and protective.
"LSP, what's the deal?" asked Fionna in confusion.
"We won't let you beat up the Nice Queen." The other princes crowed behind LSP in agreement, all angry and ready for a fight. Some were snarling.
"That's not the Nice Queen!" Fionna tried to reason, pointing up at the tower.
"We don't believe you!" scoffed LSP.
"Boy, these guys are desperate." huffed Fionna. "Cupcake, what do we do? We can't beat up these guys?"
"Why not? You've been punching them and breaking their hearts all day."
Fionna began to hyperventilate. She sweated crazily, and she was trmbling all over.
"Calm down." advised her sister. She stuck out her muzzle. It morphed into a curving, square shape, like a police shield, with her teeth in the front. "Get behind my muzzleshield."
They charged. Fionna felt Cake hit something, and Wildberry Prince flew over her head. Soon, they were caught in a battlefield of flying princes, yelping and tumbling away. They charged through into the castle. They looked up. Ice Queen's figure was running up the spiraling topaz stairs. They charged up after her.
Ice Queen ran into the attic. There was absolutely nothing inside. There was simply a window, pouring in sunlight. She ran to it and got into position-"Wait!" she told herself. "I can't fly!"
"LET ME HELP YOU!"
Fionna flew across the room and punched Ice Queen right in the nose. They both flew through the window and began to speed towards the ground. Cake jumped after them.
The air rushed past Fionna's ears, howling sharply. Her clothes whipped everywhere. The tuft of blond hair she had was ruffling. Fionna reached both hands into her backpack. One grabbed a large tuft of hair, the other the glue bottle. She poured the glur onto Ice Queen's face, applying tuft after tuft of white hair.
Finally, when she was done, Cake flew down to Fionna. Fionna hopped onto her back and Cake floated them to safety.
Ice Queen hit the ground harshly. Pain shot up her spin. She stood, groaning. Then she gasped. Her hair was tumbling to her ankles once more, her eyebrows five inches long again.
Fionna and Cake landed next to her, their arms crossed. "See, Princes?"
Ice Queen span around.
The Princes were gawking at her.
"It's OK!" Ice Queen stammered, sweating all over. "I-I can shave it of again! D-deal?"
Glaring, the Princes lunged for her. Soon, Ice Queen disappeared, screaming, into a pile of angry, thrashing Princes, punching and kicking.
Fionna and Cake smiled as they watched. Fionna turned to Cake, smirking. "Well, that was a close shave."
Cake laughed, shaking her head and closing her head. "No. That was terrible, Fifi."
"Well, you're laughing a lot."
"Because it was terrible."
TRIVIA
Prince Gumball does not appear in this episode, despite the fact he is a main character/princess. Though his personality makes it seem like his love life is not his priority
There is a hint that Ice Queen had a previous boyfriend, Brent.