Well... It sure has been a while, hasn't it. Woulda mind if we just start where we left off my friends?

Fanfares. Fanfares galore. Dresses, big and bold and poofy, and great fun to spin around in, as Anna and Rapunzel had made quite apparent. A giant orchestra moved heaven and earth throughout the evening. Couples being left with strangers as they laughed and carried on to the next partner. A group of twenty or so children prancing along with Pascal. Champagne bottles popping and beer mugs clanking, alcohol all over the floor, but no one, not even Anna has slipped yet. Yet.

Bachelors advancing on maidens, Dukes and Barons shooing them away from their daughters. Confetti is still getting picked out of hair and cleavage, but no one complains. They just laugh and continue on. The commoners are buzzing about the upcoming meal as they twirl along beside dignitaries. No one is scoffing or hurumpfing about being commingled with peasants, for everyone knows what's in store later this evening.

But, we're getting ahead of ourselves, aren't we? Of course Anna and Rapunzel are arm in arm dancing. Rapunzel's mind is slightly weighed down with the worry of speaking with Elsa. Anna said she needs to. She's got to put this worry to rest that Elsa "hates" her. Why Rapunzel thinks that... She has no clue. If anything... She could never hate Elsa, but that's how it should play out. Why is she afraid? And again! They go leaping in the dance. Anna's laugh pulls Rapunzel out of another spell of fraught. The what now? Fifth time?

Where's the other princesses everyone was so worried about before?

"Introducing, Her royal highness, Princess Hildegarde of Flornes." The man announced, beat his staff on the stair twice, and that was that. Princess Hildegarde descended the stairs by herself. Her ruthless, some would call barbarian, father still at home in Flornes. Probably executing someone at the moment. Her dress was was anything but barbaric though. But, yes. Oh yes indeed, was it ruthless. Red as blood, hugged every single curve and ran along her body until it hit the floor, a train following behind. Although her dress enveloped every curve, it hid everything. Well, almost... Her bright black hair cascaded down her shoulders, bare shoulders. Long sleeves cradled her robust deltoids and biceps; dripping all the way down to her diamond encircled wrists. A ruby red frill that traced around the neck line with deep plunging v neck to showcase her ample cleavage that her ever so tight corset helped to pronounce. Her face. Good God, did it strike fear... It was a marvel. How a man, who killed his own wife for not bearing a son... How these two could have created a being so perfect in face. Not one flaw. Delectable dark skin, her eyes brown sapphires, her lips pink as Azaleas, no added tint applied. Bold lines of black streaked across her horizon of her eyes, and gold glitter shone on her eyelids, making her eyes even more brilliant.

The audience took a moment to soak this in. They had all heard stories of the wretched princess of Flornes, but only of her actions. Not of her looks. Never her looks. Hildegarde took three steps down and then glared when she did not hear applause, and thus it was given.

Moving along then.

"Introducing, Her royal highness, Princess Augusta of Fjordane." The man announced, beat his staff on the stair twice, and that wa- oh no he's going to fall! The princess nearly knocked the poor man down. Her dress was extravagant and that was the downfall, too many layers to trip over. Fortunately, the court marshal caught himself and quickly corrected the princess back up. Laughter ensued, but all Augusta could worry about was the marshal.

"Oh my, oh my, oh my! Are you alright sir?!" Augusta had her hands out and ready as if they should fall again, her words bumbling out her mouth.

"Yes, yes princess. You needn't fear. Go on." He said coolly, standing still as stone. He should not have touched her without permission, so he punished himself and threw out all emotion to put him back in his place.

"Oh.. Oh okay." Augusta's face was flushed, but she turned away from the man, lifted up her dress and went on to descend the stairs. Much more carefully. She was received with much more genuine applause though. Augusta was not one to be called succinct. She loved to talk. She loved it so much in fact she knew twenty different languages. She hardly ever spoke anything other than German, French, or Dutch, but just in case she meets someone from say... North America, South America even! Africa... India! ASIA! She must be ready to speak. She had so much to say. This made her a nuisance to most. Don't women know their place? To keep quiet, and only speak when spoken too? Nope. Augusta was raised as an equal to her older brother. So much so, that she would parade around in his old trousers when he outgrew them, and he'd fancy one her dresses down the halls every now and then.

"Introducing, Lady Eleanor, of Weasleton." The man announced, beat his staff on the stair twice, and that was that. Lady Eleanor, the grand daughter of the Duke of Weasleton, was a fairly plain girl. Nothing exciting about her. Her hair was pulled up in a smart bun, she wore a very nice jewel encrusted necklace that had to weigh a ton, and her dress was expectedly fashionable. She descended down the stairs without a scene, and this did not seem to bother her. The crowd applauded still, no one exactly thrilled to see her. If you listened close you could hear whispers... "Why is she here? The Duke has a granddaughter? I didn't know he even had children!"

"Introducing, Her Royal Majesty, Queen Elsa of Arendelle, and her sister, Princess Anna of Arendelle." The man announced, beat his staff on the stair twice, and thunderous applause and cheers! The people loved princess Anna! Ever since that first day some of the town folk met her. She was a crashing mess, but she didn't break or destroy anything! Well, maybe her ego, but even that seemed untarnished. And she was so kind to the driver that thought he hit her. So kind, when she was in pain. As for Elsa. Everyone cheered for her bravery. "She froze the sea! Did you hear? She froze Grim Reaper himself!" The sisters did not know of any of this. They just beamed at the incredible reception and figured it was because they were, despite the irony..., the normal ones. Or, perhaps, just because they had the advantage of arriving early. And, of course, at all.

And last, but not slightly in the least.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" The marshal expelled his voice, and it reached from wall to expansive wall. Oh how he loved that rush of silence afterwards. "Your King and Queen of Corona!" Thomas and Amelia stood there and waved until the delightful riot of cheers calmed down, and they kept waving and smiling the whole way down the stairs.

"Prince Eugene!" The marshal announced as the King and Queen took their place at the bottom of the stair case to await their daughter. Yes, the palace was full of towering rooms and halls, but the King and Queen didn't believe in being above the people, and look down at them. They'd rather join them on the ground.

Eugene smiled and waved, put stayed put as his cheering faded away.

"And, the birthday girl herself. The beloved, Princess Rapunzel!" Rapunzel came out of hiding and with a face bright as the sun, half because of happiness, and half because of how red she was from embarrassment at all this fuss, and she took the few steps to join her husband. And smiling and waving they descended the stairs. The orchestra struck up a celebratory tune which could barely be heard over the booming crowd.

Rapunzel kept her eyes wandering, not setting them on anything or anyone. This was the second year she had an actual birthday in her now twenty years. She loved attention, oh yes, yes. But, this was almost too much. Just almost. Her smile showed all her teeth.

Her and Eugene met her parents at the bottom, and the crowd moved with one mind to open up a wide path for the royal family to traverse through to get the massive stage where the orchestra was huffing and puffing and plucking away. With perfect timing, as usual, the conductor conducted the last note, and finally the applause died down as the royal family took the stage.

Thomas urged Eugene to stand beside him, while Amelia already had her arm wrapped around her precious daughter, and together they stood as a family with their arms around each other.

"Again!" Thomas bellowed, making the other three around him flinch, but laugh. They knew it was coming. "Again, we are all here to celebrate my daughter's birthday, and again I have not the words to express how grateful I am able to say that we are all here." The King looked to his daughter and smiled heartily, and then returned his face to the crowd before him.

"Thank you to all of you who traveled far and wide for today. I can promise it will not be a night any of you shall soon forget!" The King thrust his arms into the air, signaling the falling of streamers and confetti. Everyone exclaimed in great surprise, joyous yelping and laughter everywhere, just like the confetti. The orchestra struck up again in a jubilant opus. The King turned around to see his family beaming and clapping, and overcome with emotion he enveloped them in his arms.