Oh boy, this is a long chapter... a bit of Kristanna for some of you guys - and lots more Helsa! :)
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"Should we follow her?" Kristoff turns to Anna, the young girl slowly removes one of her layers and returns it to the burly blond. The sun was beginning to peak out from the sky and heat up the Earth once more. Mountains of snow surrounding them still remained, squishing underneath their feet and emitting chills from within the ground it still froze to, but it would soon be summer again. And yet, her eyes focus on nothing but the castle.
"I don't want Elsa shutting me out," her head tilts to the side a degree to look at the snowman wobbling in front of the pair, as if to find a hidden answer within him; her eyes only gaze off into thought, "but something tells me she knows what she's doing," the Princess's personal dialogue continues, "though I thought she knew what she was doing during her coronation and that didn't really work out as planned."
Kristoff shakes his head, interrupting the girl's awkward conversation with herself. He pushes his large body forward and puts a hand on the feminine curve of a shoulder, "We'll wait a bit and then head in, how's that..." he stretches his arms as the bones pop with air deep within them, "besides aren't you sore from, well, being frozen up in that room for so long?"
The Princess turns abruptly almost spinning on her foot a little too quickly causing her balance to shift onto Kristoff, "Oooh, heh, sorry," she shakes her head and straightens herself out, "Um, yea... we'll just wait a moment."
"Yea." Kristoff turns, replacing his large hands to his pockets as he scratches the back of his neck with his burly shoulders, the itchy fabric was constantly tickling the sensitive skin behind his ears.
Anna bites her lip in awkwardness, when was she ever at a loss of words with someone? And Kristoff of all people? It's easy to spot the blush breaking through on her pale skin as she turns to break conversation with the ice carrier, "I-um, sorry the kiss didn't work... something must have not been right."
"Oh!" The boy's eyes light up as his skin turns redder than the blood that pumped through him, "What we said up there... I-I, um."
The red head nods somewhat timidly, "Right, I was really sick... I..." and yet her head tilts just a tiny bit on that axis once more, "I said I loved you..."
Kristoff could swear his heart decided to take a leap for a brief moment, but he regains composure long enough to force a typical grin of his liking. However, the blond can't help the widening of this grin as he breaks into a nervous laugh, "I can't believe I didn't tell you up there, Anna... but I really like you too."
Really like? The Princess stares into those light brown eyes searching for something more, but she settles – she responds with a smile that exudes warmth into the melting earth around her.
"Good thing Hans didn't know how to kiss," Olaf nods in his fashion, standing oddly close to the two humans. All three of them blink at one another, trying to hold laughs, trying to stop their heads from shaking. What had been the life-changing events that had occupied their last few days?
Anna pulls her hand up to cover her grinning smile, winking to Kristoff while interspersing her giggle throughout her statements – Kristoff had missed that life about her, the whole day he didn't have her, "Actually, Hans did know how to kiss... it was very satisfying."
Kristoff blows the tuft of blond hair falling on his face up into the air, "Yea? They probably taught him that in Prince School or something."
The Princess jokes with the oddly sensitive boy a bit more, "They probably did... You should ask him for lessons, Kristoff."
The boy scoffs at this proposition, "Well, for your information, your majesty, you were no bed of roses to kiss either! With your stone cold lips and icy cheeks. If I wanted to kiss an ice cube, I could have just gone to work today!"
She folds her arms, soaking in the debacle the pair was creating – she loved every second of it, "I suppose you'd want to try again!"
"I suppose I would!" He shouts back in retort. The man quickly pulls away and checks his remarks, afraid of his last statement as a steady blush finds a permanent spot among his cheeks, "I-I mean... um, can, I? Yes? Can we kiss, again?"
The Princess turns on her heel this time with an air fit for royalty of the highest rank, she nods exceedingly with excitement. The ice carrier merely wraps his large arms around his waist and pulls her off her feet into his proximity. His lips land on hers with much more ease than the first time. Her thin lips felt so soft on his rugged ones.
She steps up onto his boots to match his height as his grip tightens at her waist. Something still pounded in the back of his head, that he should say he loved her, that he should do something more. But he wouldn't rush it. This was fine right where it was.
"I wonder if the love experts have any more advice for you guys!" Olaf's mouth smiles widely as the orange carrot that sits as his nose seems to illuminate in the shinning sun with almost as much life as he gives off. Almost.
Anna pulls away from the blond a moment, "Hey, yea... you're so called love experts totally tried to pair us up as soon as they met us. And you scolded me for falling in love after a day!"
Kristoff can only roll his eyes, "Yea, so they're advice wasn't that great..." he pushes a loose strand of hair behind Anna's ear, it had fallen out of her braids.
Another string of giggles escape from the shinning girl as she stares up into those brown eyes, her hand slowly reaches up to feel the back of his hair, as if she were petting a wild animal. Her body language revealed awe, but her eyes told a story of love she grins a slight catlike smile, "So, what was going through your head when I was frozen?" She looks down at her feet still planted on top of his, "All I saw the white world for one last second, in my last breath, before the creature struck Elsa and that was it... then it turned black and cold."
An arrow of figurative words finds a way to pierce through Kristoff's heart. He cups the girl's cheek, how could he explain how terrified he felt in those last few moments? Thinking not only he'd lose her, but he'd lose his whole way of life? How could he tell her when he felt her frost bit fingers he was afraid to even move in fear of breaking them off? How could he reveal that the very prospect of her freezing to death caused him to remember the death of his own father?
Kristoff's face turns away from Anna's. He could never tell such a happy person about the darkness that he hid within his life. The memories play through his head as he tries to smile back at Anna; though he hardly knew his real father, he can still remember the moment the ice gave out from under him at no more than five years of age, he wanted to be like the men of the village - he wanted to mine ice. He knew how to swim but the ice shocked him and he couldn't find his way out as the unforgiving solid created a hard wall above him. His father ran to the hole and dove in to bring his son out of the water and save him. For some reason, unbeknownst to Kristoff, his father never climbed out with him.
Little Kristoff sat there for hours on that ice bank, soaking wet, cold, waiting for his father to come up from underneath the ice. But he never returned. The last image of his father that plagued the young child's mind was his father's hopeless eyes... as if they had given their life to the ice and the ice had decided to freeze them silent forever.
Only a nudging on his shoulder got him to move from that spot, his face wet with tears. A reindeer had gotten itself separated from its herd. And it was the start to a beautiful friendship.
Kristoff snorts at the sad memories that now seem to roll off his shoulders. He had found a new family. He had found friends. He had found Anna. The brown eyes stare back down into the innocent blue ones, "Anna... you really scared me for a moment. But hey, ice is my way of life!"
Anna smiles widely at his humorous attitude. She needed that. Her hand cocks her hip, "So, what? You would just chop me up and sell me as pieces to your buyers?"
Kristoff nods his head nonchalantly, "Hey, that's business, y'know."
"Supply and demand?" She giggles nudging her nose against his.
The two continue to laugh as the foreboding flickering of ash drifts its way through the breeze. Soot starts falling in puffs as it continues to be blown from the tower of Arendelle's biggest landmark.
The snowman's little eyes squint, "Oooh, look fire! That must mean it's summer!"
Anna turns abruptly, "That's really gotten out of control!" Eyes gather and stare up at the flames igniting the adorned rooftop. Reds and oranges peak out almost like flowers in spring and flicker in the growing sun, it was so beautiful and yet so deadly.
"Let's go, Anna!" Kristoff grabs the girl, breaking their short rendezvous, and pulls her closer to the castle doors. This would now be the second time he enter this building in a rushed manner. What was Prince Fireballs up to?
The two tap their feet on the puddles of slush spraying droplets of melted snow around them. They hear the soft pattering of another set of footsteps behind them. Kristoff slaps his forehead a brief moment turning to greet the snowman, "Hey, buddy, Olaf stay out here... it might get really hot in there. Maybe find some shade? We'll be back in a minute!"
The breathing situation of the young Prince hadn't subsided. His breath remained frantic and uncontrollable just like the fire he exuded. The only thing he could count on were the hands grabbing his waist. The ungloved hands of Queen Elsa.
His eyes shut tightly for a moment, hoping for a brief second he could erase everything. Eliminate this problem. Go home. Leave Arendelle forever. But why would he leave? His eyes brush down yet again to those ungloved hands. They weren't freezing him or shooting ice. She had such a delicate control of herself.
Hans would never admit that the water brimming up near the bottom of his eyes were from tears... no, he just got some ash in them... All around him, every flame that flickered, every splinter that cracked, reflected his fear and slowly began to swallow him whole.. And it was out of control. He could never flatten the fire now, the damage had been done.
A breath wavers as it escapes his mouth and fear fills the Prince's eyes. The Duke tightens his throat as the grip of fire refuses to relinquish itself from his clothes. These new royals... all monsters.
"Hans..." The Queen's voice speaks softly and yet loud enough to roar over the flames, "Stop."
Elsa had stopped the winter... maybe his brother's didn't know best. Maybe Hans too, could control himself. The first step was to let it go. Slowly, and with shaky awkward movements the Duke's feet find their way onto the floor once more.
Hans's legs bend almost, as if he were to bow in apology for his behavior. He steps back, away from the Duke, trying to calm himself down. Elsa's eyes shoot up at the first moment of action, he was doing something. Had her words meant something to him?
She starts to pull herself away, but the Prince's head shakes and he somewhat violently re-grabs her hand to hold onto. The Queen is startled by the typically cool Prince's upset demeanor. Hans holds the hand, their bare skin rubbing against one another. There was no fabric barrier.
"Yo-" The Duke opens his mouth to speak but is immediately silenced by the icy glare of the Ice Queen herself. She continues to walk backwards with Hans, awaiting his next movement... his next self-realization.
He frees his left hand, keeping a tight grip with his right on Elsa's, hovering the free fingers out in front of him. His energy and emotions swirl around him as he tries to focus them. He is in control... and yet fire was much more wild than ice, it took a stabler person to control. Elsa rubs his index finger slowly, trying to calm the frightened man in any way she can.
"Think of a happy time... a happy place," the Queen's voice was as soothing as a lullaby. Was she a singer in the past? Any babe could fall asleep to her gentle hum.
And then the Prince let out another sigh, this one heavy with ash and dust. There weren't very many happy memories to be counted in his library of progress... but his mother's voice reminded him of the Queen's. Back when she didn't care her son was a freak - no, he had to think happy things. She loved you, Hans... his breathing cracks as he tries to picture her without the rain and her harsh final words.
"Fire, strong and bright... let your flames shine light," the Prince merely mutters these lyrics under his own breath to himself, and yet Elsa can hear every word. She watches in amazement as the fire dims a little softer as if it were being entranced by its tamer, "Make my Hans rejoice... bring him his happy smile," the song is so sad and yet she doesn't know why.
The Prince grips her hand even harder as he enters the final verse steadying himself with pictures of him on his mother's lap. Her long dark hair twisting into knots as he grabbed at the curls, "Scorch those hateful words... change his fate's design."
His eyes open to the charred hallway as his posture straightens. He removes the last bit of oxygen from the flames breathing it in through his nose, "Bring my Hans his joy... and his happy smile. His happy smile."
The Prince doesn't smile. He stands on the seared wood beneath him. Through the corner of his eyes he could see a bit of the city. Elsa had controlled her powers, and now all that was left was bits of water and slush... He had destroyed this room. He was dangerous.
"Elsa! Hans!" Quick footsteps pound on the loud floor boards and quickly halt at the dilapidated scene of the castle, "Woah, what happened here?"
"Anna," Elsa turns unsure of what to tell her sister... whatever the Prince had locked up inside of him it was clear he would only open the door to Elsa. And it wasn't her place to reveal that to any one else, "Can you please get the guards, we'll need to make sure no one else in the castle is hurt."
Anna nods and quickly turns to head back down to the courtyard but is stopped by Kristoff, "What about Olaf, Queen Elsa? The little guy might melt?"
Elsa blinks in current with her nod, "I'll be down there in a moment..." she turns to a still unresponsive Hans, and notes the Duke still cowering in the corner, "could you please escort the Duke of... um, Weasel Town, out of here? I think he's had a hard day."
"Oh," Kristoff raises his brow at the annoying small man, "It'd be my pleasure."
Elsa watches the large man pick the little old one up and over his shoulder as the Duke silently allows for any chance to leave the presence of the sorcerers. It was as if he were paralyzed by fear, only his distant ramblings escaped his lips, "I'm going to give up business for good now... yes... maybe I'll join a monastery, no crazy warlocks there!"
The pair leaves down the corner and Elsa looks for a place to pull Hans into. She wasn't sure how to comfort him, but she needed to do something. She had never seen someone look so defeated and destroyed before. But in a way she had. Her head tilts for a moment to observe those big green eyes of Hans's... how they stuttered with confusion. She had seen someone just like that. It was her, it was like looking into a mirror.
"Hans, let's go sit down..." Elsa offers. The man still refuses to respond, but her room was only just down the hallway at the opposite end. Her hand is no longer only gripped by his, slowly both their fingers intertwine within each other. The Queen felt strange... she had never felt anyone else's skin like this before.
The Prince follows silently behind her, like he was a broken toy soldier that forgot its marching pattern. She carefully opens the lock to her room and helps him into it. Both make no sound. There's no need to make a sound.
"You're the first person to be in here," Elsa states to the open air. Her large windows cast long rays of the sun into the room that seem to dance on her floorboards. It seems in her absence someone had come in and dusted her room for her, for the books were clean and the bed was made – usually she cleaned it herself.
The Prince sits on the bed, breaking away from her hand for the first time. His fingers find their way to his auburn hair as he combs through the strands in an unsteady manner. The fingers touch his whole face, he holds his head up by his chin, he whips his hands through his hair once more, and then he rubs his eyes as he tries to come to terms with what had just happened. Elsa watches every single movement made with those special fingers of his.
The Queen sits down next to him. It was her room, her bed, and yet it was awkward. Her eyes search for something to set on as she tries to get the boy to speak. Where had the calm and collected Prince from a few days ago gone? Her voice almost stumbles on the words, "That was a pretty song..."
Hans's adam's apple bobs a moment as he swallows, "My mother used to sing it to me."
"It's about your fire?" Elsa turns to look at him, but only his side profile was visible. The hefty sideburns he was growing seemed to merge with the freckles a moment as his cheeks twitched.
"Yea. She," The Prince stopped a moment. Was he really going to tell her? His face turned to catch hers head on, those icy blue eyes, that pale complexion. Yes. He would tell her, "She sang it to me when I got upset about my fire. I would sneeze after I first got... cursed," he seems to whisper the word in fear an invisible person might be hiding in the giant room ready to pounce on him like the Duke had, "and that would cause my fire to escalate... so in the Southern Isles, because the temperature was so warm... for a long time I had to stay up in the highest tower of our castle. The logic being that the blooming flowers couldn't irritate me up there. I had to sit up there all day and watch as all my other brothers got to run around and play..."
"You were stuck in a tower," Elsa looks around her room, picturing herself throughout her whole childhood stuck in frozen in different poses around the painted quarter afraid to exit the safety it provided, "like me..."
Hans turns to her again with a confused face, his gingerly eyebrows curving in genuine sympathy.
"I-I, was afraid to leave this room because of my powers," she turns to his eyes trying to calculate his next question, "so this is my tower." He had revealed so much to her... was it her turn now? She bites her lip, "I got really scared that Anna might see."
"Anna didn't know?" Hans shakes his head, "Oh, my brothers knew."
"I accidentally struck her once... in the head," Elsa could feel her hands getting colder. The whole room started to take on a different temperature, "then, I struck her again a few days ago in the heart." Her hands crack with ice. The bedpost freezes as snow wraps around it sensing the Queen's mood.
Hans quickly grabs her hand, not even thinking about the repercussions. Her hand is so cold, but slowly he warms it up again, "It's okay Elsa..." he takes a deep breath turning to look at nothing in particular, "It's so crazy, a day ago I was waiting to get married to Anna, but with you..."
The Queen's eyes grow wide, what was he going to say? Elsa's eyes grow restless but plant themselves into the Prince's charming green ones. She could drown in them. What would he say next? Her mouth slowly breaks into a smile that she can't seem to help as her thoughts run rampant. She knew what she was going to say back.
"It's -"
"Elsa!" A heavy knocking shatters into the room breaking the moment between the two royals. Hans seems to lock himself up again. And Elsa turns away. It was a past.
"Elsa!" Another voice calls in, this one obviously Anna's, "Wanna build a snowman, yet? Because Olaf's melting!"
The Queen quickly excuses herself from the bed, "Anna, you're really loud..." she looks around for the little ball of snow, "where is he?"
"Down here!"
Elsa's hand reaches for her mouth as she stares wide eyed at the tiny ball of snow and carrot. She quickly conjures a snow cloud to hang overhead the small ball of snow, rebuilding him and giving him his shape back. The snowball looks up at the small cloud and happily prances around. Elsa turns to Anna who shares a sisterly exchange of looks with her and both are resorted to a small laugh.
Hans finds his way out of the bedroom and stands oddly close to Elsa. Anna scrunches her brows a bit as if to read into the odd pairing and relation. What had happened with those two? Kristoff nonchalantly slinks his arm around her shoulder and she smiles acknowledging him. The Prince eyes the pairing, he knew it was bound to happen... and yet it felt so weird to say goodbye to Anna.
The four humans and the dancing snowman stand in an awkward hum of silence.
"Thanks for saving me, Hans," Anna speaks up, smiling softly at the somewhat brooding Prince. She pats out her dress, "Arendelle thanks you... and you too, Kristoff!"
"It was nothing, Anna," Hans offers a slight smile but it does nothing to ease the awkward tension of the meeting.
"I, um... the engagement?" Anna pushes her fingers together, not making eye contact with anyone, "What are we... I mean-"
Hans shakes his head, "Anna, it was probably just the fondue that got us all wound up. I won't hold you to an engagement... You love Kristoff," he nods to the blond, his voice holds no emotion in it, "I should probably head back to the Southern Isles now that the ships have been cleared it seems."
The window outside reveals not only a setting sun, mixing with the colors of the day, but also the warm flesh of water spraying against the surf yet again after being confined into blocks of ice these past days. A slight breeze wafts through the broken hallway and tickles the bare skin of the humans.
Elsa shakes her head, looking at nothing in particular only gauging her intuition, "Hans, you can't leave. We'll hold a feast in yours and Kristoff's honor."
Somehow he knew how to translate her words. She knew he wouldn't be happy back home, and perhaps it was selfish of her to want him to stay with her – but she just couldn't let someone go... not someone who was going through all the pain and suffering she was.
Anna's face lights up, "Yes! Oh, Elsa! Another party! We'll open the gates for good now, and -"
Elsa's eyes widen yet again, much in contrast with her sister, "That's not what I said. We can have a quiet gathering... opening the gates, Anna? That did not turn out well the last time..."
"You can control your powers,"Anna lowers her excitement and reaches for her sister's hand, "you have me, and I'll make sure everything is okay."
The Queen sighs in defeat. No one ever said no to Anna. It was nearly impossible. She was either to stubborn, or you just gave in because she was so persistent. Her white hair brushes her shoulders as she tries to re-braid it, "Go see if you can find Kai... the kingdom will resume the coronation party. Have him make up dinner for anyone in the castle and anyone who wishes to come," she brushes to her side getting closer to Hans, her cheeks get red with some form of attraction inching its way up to them, "I need to go get ready."
Anna practically screams with joy, "Elsa thank you, thank you, thank you! I love dancing, even though I'm not very good..." she shakes her head with her optimism, "we'll dance all night Kristoff!"
"I have nothing to wear," the blond whines. He hated people. Obviously, except Anna. His true love danced around him, her two braids flying and smacking him in the face.
"You can borrow one of my outfits," Hans perks up. The couple stops its outlandish behavior and observes the strange Prince. Seriously, what had happened to him? Kristoff eyes him steadily.
Anna jumps up a little bit, clapping, "Yes! Ooh, I'll dance with you too, Hans! I hope they make extra fondue!"
Hans snickers, "Anna that last fondue had so much cherry liqueur in it we got engaged! Maybe you should be careful," he smiles... somehow looking at this girl brought him happiness. She was pure, and unbroken, somehow, even after all these crazy events.
"Pff, it's only a little," a loud clang is heard down the hall, "I have to go tell Kai to get ready!"
The male duo watch as the small girl scurries off to warn the servants of her planned debauchery tonight. Both can't help but smile.
"My things are across the hall. I suppose we should go get ready too," Hans nudges the big blond. He didn't really like Kristoff, but there wasn't anything to hate about him either. The same could be said for Kristoff's opinions on the Prince.
"What should I wear?" Both men look down at the little snowman smiling widely, "I've never been to a party before!"
"I don't know," Kristoff shrugs, "What do snowmen usually wear?"
Hans looks down at the odd creature, still confused by its existence, "can you make a jacket out of snow?"
Kristoff pulls on his chin trying to seriously think about snowmen fashion. He stoops to his knees and starts patting at Olaf's body, forming sleeves and details. Hans merely chuckles at the childlike behavior but soon finds himself with the large blond, on the floor. He melts bits of snow to form buttons on the snowman's form and shapes out a fancy design on the hem of the snow coat.
The boys stand up and admire their work of the dapper snowman. Hans nods in approval, "Now all you need is a date!"
"Do you think Marshmallow has a sister?"
"I think Marshmallow's family tree is better left untouched, buddy," Kristoff chuckles as he continues to move through the castle with the Prince.
Anna's word had apparently broken out very quickly. Servants hurry to the burnt area of the castle, scurrying to get it taped up and cleaned for the coming party. Hans quickly moves away from his mess, this could have easily been his castle...
Kristoff's eyes wander, somewhat surprised Anna was a real Princess. A heavy smell of cream wafts up from the kitchens and into the blond's nose. He loves his mother's soups... but pine needle puree and nut surprise could only go so far. Rocks still haven't figured out what this 'taste' thing is all about.
The Prince holds the door for the ice carrier, keeping up with his polite attitude. Kristoff would never be able to do it. He hated people, and he could tell that Hans did too, the Prince was just really good at lying about it and pretending to like them.
"Here," Hans pulls a large flouncy shirt from his traveling chest, "this is actually my older brother's, but it's too big for me."
Kristoff takes the rich fabric and holds it in his hands. Sure there's a little wear to it, but it feels so soft, and has a gorgeous stitching to it. He has never owned something so nice before.
Hans unfastens his heavy coat, the heat never bothered him - the hotter the better. Something deep within him wants to pick some form of clothing that would impress a certain someone, but he quickly brushes away all these thoughts. She isn't interested, Hans.
The Prince settles on a white pant with his imperial boots, he really loves these boots – especially for riding. His jacket is heavy with appliqued buttons, embroidered with a decorated yellow stitching. It was one of the nicest jackets he owned. Both men begin changing. They know clothes make the man... and both have someone, whether admitted or not, they want to impress tonight.
Meanwhile, Elsa nervously explains herself to her advisers in the room adjacent. The Queen paces as the fancily dressed men stroke their chins and pout in response to her pleas, "Please. Hans has no charges against the kingdom, if anything he's a hero of the kingdom. I am back, and will take my rightful duty with the crown."
"Speaking of which," an old man with a pointed mustache sneers at the Queen, where is your, eh, crown."
Elsa bites her lip. She had thrown it off a mountain, "It must have gotten misplaced..."
"Hm, yes... well, you'll need a replacement for tonight," the men bicker and discuss over the trivial matters. The only reason the Queen keeps them around was because her father believed in their capabilities.
"Your majesty," Kai comes in, huffing with a seeming lack of oxygen, "the guests are beginning to mingle and await your appearance."
"Thank you Kai," Elsa gazes over at the aging men she was supposed to follow for advice, "I await my crown."
"Yes, I will go retrieve it," the servant leaves.
The Queen continues to let the men argue, she had the ultimate say anyways. Her meeting room was adorned in gold and fancy Nordic design. She had always liked how peaceful the room was – when it was void of people, of course. A large mirror hangs across the room and she catches her face in it.
She looked regal, special. Her dress was simple, but elegant. It was embellished like the one she had made for herself in her other castle. The gloves had found their way back to her fingers and she found herself safer than ever before. The kingdom respected her, if not feared her... and it would take more than parties to change that.
"Queen Elsa," Kai comes through the carved door once more evoking attention from those in the room, "your father's crown has been stolen!"
"What?" Elsa moves quickly, leaving the room and heading out into the bustling air of a party. People litter the hallways and the ballroom. She follows Kai down the stairs, distracted and visibly upset – who would have stolen the crown?
A large circle sits in the middle of the marble floor, blocking people from passing, the Queen huffs a moment. She had drawn quite the number of stares from guests – traditionally she would have been announced to the party not just run out like she had. An arm reaches out from the circle and pulls her in, tensing her sensitive body to the core.
"Elsa!" Anna's intoxicating laugh sounds through the entire castle. Her hair is wound up with a green ribbon and her dress is a flirtier version of the Queen's, "This guy is so funny!"
"This is the story of how I froze to death..."
"Oh, come on Eugene!"
I hope I didn't kill you with the Tangled (Rapunzel) references. :D I wonder who that pair in the middle of the circle is? And who stole the crown? Oh. I wonder. ;)
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