She looked at herself in the mirror. The ballgown wasn't as uncomfortable as the horror stories she had heard growing up, and she rather liked how her hair was done.
As she walked into the ballroom, she heard whispers of people wondering who this princess was. She chuckled silently at how they were fooled. She would enjoy it.
"There you are, Ikka!" a familiar voice exclaimed. "We hardly recognized you!"
Honeymaren was standing right next to her.
"I hardly recognized myself," she admitted. "Where's Elsa?"
"Talking to the King and Queen." Honeymaren gestured over.
"Will we be introduced?"
"You will."