Disclaimer: I don't own Dreamworks Trolls, just so we're on the same page! I just really like writing in that world. :)

A/N: Sooo I know the movie won't be coming out for a couple more weeks, but I couldn't wait. I fell in love with the trailers and clips, and I read the Junior Novelization on Friday. I was going to try to hold off posting this until the movie was released, but I am not a patient person! But I am gonna warn you, there shall be spoilers! This is set quite a few years post-movie, so I won't really be spilling the plot of the movie tooooo much. Poppy and Branch are definitely a thing, though. You know. Too Cute. So it's Poppy and Branch PLUS kids! Troll family!

Geronimo

Chapter 1

Nobody throws a pool party like a troll. Or well, in this case it was a pool plus waterfall party.

The music was thumping through the forest as the village youngsters rocked out at Cascade Leap, their favorite place to hide from chores, lessons, and their parents. Outside of the troll village, Cascade Leap was series of waterfalls that were perfect for jumping off of, straight into a pool of crystal clear water. The bottom of the pool was covered in brightly colored stones, and the younger trolls loved challenging each other to see who could find the best gem.

One troll in particular prided himself on his ability to dive deep and grab the shiniest stones, and at the moment he was scrambling around at the bottom of the pool.

His older sister wasn't so pleased.

"Where is he?" Magnolia asked, leaning over the side of one of the waterfall ledges. She was a sixteen-year-old troll with mint green skin and light pink hair. Unlike most of the other troll kids, she kept her hair partially tamed with a braid that wrapped around her head like a crown while the rest was free. The circlet was fitting, though, since she was a princess and everything. As the eldest child of Poppy and Branch, the queen and king of the trolls, she was next in line for the throne. Magnolia put her hands on her hips and tapped her bare foot on the ground. "I swear, if Bramble drowns, Dad is going to kill him."

The little troll sitting at her feet grinned up at her. "If he's drowned, wouldn't he already be dead? So Dad wouldn't have to worry about the whole killing him thing?"

"You know what I mean, Rosie."

"He's gonna be fine." Rose, or Rosie as everyone called her, was youngest out of the royal pack, only seven years old. She had her mother's pink skin tone, complete with sparkles, but her hair started blue at the roots then faded to purple then bright pink. Right now her hair was soaked and flat against her head, except for a random tendril that was trying to poke Magnolia in the leg. She didn't exactly have a handle on her wild hair, and it tended to do its own thing, much to her mother's laughter and her father's consternation. "He's cool like that."

"There's nothing cool about putting yourself in danger."

"Maaaggie, he's just swimming!"

Magnolia primly raised her chin in the air. "Dangerously. Dangerously swimming. He doesn't even have a floatation device just in case something goes wrong."

"Ugh…" Rosie loved her sister, she really did, but sometimes her mother-hen worrying was enough to drive her crazy.

Down by the pool of water, other young trolls were goofing off and waiting for Bramble to come back up. A few girls were giggling and splashing their feet in the shallows, obviously hoping that the prince was going to give one of them whatever bauble he found.

"It's been too long, I'm going after him," said Magnolia, getting ready to jump off the waterfall ledge. She was just about to launch off the edge when Rosie hopped up and tugged on her sister's elbow.

"There he is!" she said, bouncing on her toes and pointing toward the pool where bright blue hair was shooting up from the surface. The troll's hair wrapped around a branch above the pool and then Bramble exploded out of the water, holding not one, not two, but three gems in his hands. There were excited shrieks from the girls and a few of the boys chanted Bramble's name as he swung over and landed at the edge of the pool.

"Don't you dare clap," Magnolia said, not even looking over at Rosie.

The younger troll glanced at her sister and then let out a whoop instead. "What?" Rosie said with an innocent smile as Magnolia glared at her, "I didn't clap."

"Come on," Magnolia said, heading over to the carved steps, "I have a brother to fuss at."

Because that sounded like so much fun. "I'll meet you down there." Not that Rosie really planned on that. Heading farther up the waterfall to where Kid Diamond and Twizzle were playing guitars and singing was a way better option. While Magnolia went one way, Rosie went the other, climbing up the vine ladder that led to the next level.

Far below, Bramble handed each of the girl trolls a stone, a smug grin on his hunter green face. "And one for you, Lily."

"Thank you," the yellow and orange troll trilled as she took the gem. She held it up so it shimmered in the afternoon sunshine. "It's like a shimmery glittery thing!" Okay, so Lily wasn't exactly the best at metaphors…

"Yeah, and I think they're hollow," Bramble said, taking the gem back from her for a moment so he could toss it into the air, demonstrating how light it was.

"Mmm, hollow like your head?" Magnolia asked as she stepped onto the beach. Around them, the music softened a little, but the party continued. A bickering match between the two eldest royal kids was an everyday occurrence. Bramble's adventurous nature didn't exactly mesh with his sister's polite and poised personality.

Bramble's good mood deflated like a popped balloon. "I thought you had a princess tea party this afternoon or something, sis."

No, that was scheduled for tomorrow. Seriously, her siblings were so disorganized sometimes. Honestly, she was the only one who had inherited their dad's attention to detail. Her brother and sister were much more like their mother. "I thought I'd stop by and check on the party and make sure you weren't doing anything stupid."

"You mean something awesome," Bramble said with a smirk. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Diving contests aren't stupid."

"And he's good at them," Lily piped in, "Come on, we're all just having a good time."

"Turn up the music!" Bramble called, pretending to not see Magnolia as she held up her hands, intending to lecture him some more. Nearby, the DJ spun the turn tables, and the volume rose back up in a fast, loud beat. "Forget all that princess stuff and have some fun, Maggie!"

Magnolia rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help smiling a little. Bramble could drive her crazy, but he was exceptionally good at throwing dance parties. All around them, young trolls were swaying and skipping and swinging around, enjoying the catchy tune. Trolls swung from vines and dove into the water, and above them, more trolls leapt from the tiers of the waterfall into the pool below, striking poses as they fell. Before long, Magnolia found herself swept up in the music, dancing by the water with her friends.

The music was suddenly pierced by a whistle, one that the troll kids knew all too well. It was the Warning Whistle, which meant everyone was supposed to take cover. Immediately, the party was abandoned as young trolls used their hair to pull themselves out of the open and camouflage into their surroundings. In a matter of seconds, the party scene was abandoned as if it had never been. Or, well, almost.

Up on one of the waterfall tiers, Rosie's hair was in full on rebellion. "Oh come on!" she begged her long multi-colored hair as it burst into a shimmer of various colors, finally settling on black and white zebra stripes with polka dots. "Not again…"

She could've probably managed to hide among the flowers even with her wacky hair, but it spazzed out further by shooting out toward the ground and pushing her over the edge of the waterfall. She squealed before she cannonballed into the water, creating a glittery splash.

Surfacing, she spat out a stream of water and growled at her hair, trying to brush it out of her face as she drifted toward the shore. Someone plucked her out of the water, and when she managed to shove her hair up, she saw her dad was the one holding her, looking wide-eyed and harried. "Hey, Daddy. Did you see that? I meant to do that!"

"Do NOT do that again," Branch said. He hugged her and then sat her on the ground, looking her over as if checking for injuries. At the same time, he gave the all clear whistle so the other kids and teens could come out of hiding. Like usual, Rosie was lucky that it had just been another safety drill. "Are you all right?"

"Mhmm," Rosie said.

"Good. Let's go." Branch tugged on her hand, heading toward the trail back to the village.

"Wait, Dad, the party isn't over yet."

"It is for trolls who need more camouflage practice."

"Noooo…"