Honeymaren went backstage the second the lights went off. The audience was cheering.
"You have their hearts," her manager smiled. "As always."
She sighed. "I think I need some time off."
"Not right this second," the manager insisted. "Go out there and give them a bow. You should do your encore number, too."
"If I have to," she said, forcing a smile.
"You're not feeling ill, are you?"
"No, of course not. You'll get your encore."
Honeymaren went back on stage, her hands up high, waving at the crowd. After some chanting, she stood back at the microphone, and waited.
"Arendelle?" Yelena asked, glancing over the camp rolls. "No, we weren't supposed to have anyone from Arendelle here."
Elsa sat frozen. Somehow, she had gotten on the wrong boat, which took her to the wrong camp, and if nothing changed, she would be expected to dance?
"I'll make a phone call," Yelena said.
"Can we fix this?" Elsa asked nervously.
"Of course," Yelena replied, frowning.
Elsa began wringing her hands without really thinking about it.
"Relax," Yelena said, as she looked up. "I said I'd fix it, I just need to find my old rolodex to look up the number.
Honeymaren sat in the office of the camp director. She had quickly realized that she was not, in fact, at Camp Pop like she was supposed to be, and had gone directly to Mattias after his address to the campers.
After clearing up that she was not supposed to be at Camp Royalty, the director picked up the phone and quickly dialed a number. After a few minutes of conversation, where she could only guess the other half, Mattias hung up the phone and looked up.
"Come with me, Honeymaren," he said, standing up.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
The phone rang, and startled Elsa. Yelena seemed used to the interruption.
"Excuse me, Elsa," she said, clearing her throat as she picked up the phone. "Camp Pop."
Elsa watched as the older woman's expression changed. "It's been a while," was what Yelena said after a pause.
Elsa wondered if it was worth it sitting here through what seemed to be a personal call.
"I don't think you called me just to chat," she heard, and after another extended pause, and she looked at Elsa. "Yes, I have one of yours. How are we going to take care of this?"
"Where are we going?" Honeymaren asked as she tried to keep up with Mattias, the camp director.
"Camp Pop has a student who is supposed to be here. I'm not sure how you two got mixed up, but we'll fix it."
"For what it's worth," Honeymaren huffed, almost out of breath, "I'm surprised that nobody checked identification down at the dock before we boarded those boats."
They arrived at an empty amphitheater. Mattias looked at her with a half smile and shrugged. "I've mentioned that at the occasional meeting, and they say they have it under control. I guess not."
Elsa had followed Yelena to the edge of the camp, where they met in an empty amphitheater, and introductions were made. Elsa felt her tension melting after Mattias, the other camp director, said he remembered her father.
"Honeymaren…" she heard. The other girl was standing there, studying her.
Mattias and Yelena began discussing reviving the tradition of having joint performances.
"Nice to meet you," Honeymaren said. "I suppose we might be in a show together now?"
"I wish I didn't have to. I don't dance."
"I don't think you'd have to dance. Do you play any instruments?"
"I can sing."
Honeymaren smirked. "Well, that's what you can do for the show, I think."
"I didn't say I'd want to sing in front of people," Elsa laughed nervously.
Honeymaren smiled and took her hand. "Hey, don't worry about it! They haven't decided anything yet."
Elsa smiled and relaxed a bit. She was still holding Honeymaren's hand. She looked down and looked up again. Honeymaren met her gaze and chuckled a bit, letting go.
"So…" Elsa began.
"Anyway," Honeymaren said. "We both got mixed up. What's your story?"
"You have time?" Elsa laughed. "This could take a while."
"I've got some time."
"Queen of hearts," Elsa declared, putting down the card.
"You win, then," her father smiled.
"Another game?" Elsa asked.
"I have a meeting soon, unfortunately," he said. "Why don't you get outside and play for a bit? It's a nice day."
Elsa looked out the window. It was a sunny day, but there were a lot of people outside.
"No thanks, I'll find something to read."
She began wringing her hands.
Her father frowned. "Your mother is worried that you never go out."
"Maybe a little later?" Elsa said.
He sighed. "If I see your mother, I'll send her in."
Honeymaren sat in the back of the bus with her family, stuck at a standstill on the highway. They were supposed to be performing at a festival the next morning, and they had discussed several times over how long it would take to get there and how much less time they would have to rest with each passing hour.
"The weather looks clear," Honeymaren complained. "Why aren't we moving?"
The driver looked back. "I just heard from a friend up ahead, all the melting snow in the mountains caused a landslide. We need to find a detour."
"Oh," Honeymaren said.
"For someone who doesn't dance, you really got that choreography," Honeymaren said. "I told you it wouldn't be so bad."
Elsa gave a nervous giggle. "This isn't the kind of dance I usually have to endure."
Honeymaren smiled. "So, balls and things like that?"
"I haven't really done many of those, but, yeah. There's always this thought in the back of my mind, is this person just dancing for fun, or is he going to expect more than just the dance?"
"Oh, that's even worse," Honeymaren laughed. "I've kind of cultivated an image that helps avoid some of the awkwardness."