1. Figlia del Fraggi Prutto

Tiana gently placed the tiara on her daughter's head, tucking the ends under her curly brown locks. Holding her daughter by the shoulders, Tiana turned her around to face the mirror.

"What d'you think, Louisa?" she asked.

"Ashidanza, Mama!" her daughter exclaimed. She beamed at her reflection and twirled in her pale green ball gown excitedly. "It's so pretty!" Her smile unwavering, she traced the green and gold beading on her chest and bounced on the balls of her feet.

"Ah, yes, the dress is very pretty, but my two pruttas are much more beautiful." Naveen entered his daughter's room looking very dignified in his cream jacket and green sash with gold stitching. His crown sat atop his boyish brown curls. He walked over to his wife, and, placing an arm around her waist, kissed her temple. "Is James asleep?" he asked, referring to their three-year-old son.

Tiana nodded. "He put up a fight—"

"Naturally," Naveen commented, a smile playing on his lips.

"—but he's definitely asleep now," she finished.

"Papá!" Louisa turned around to face her father and held out the skirts of her dress. They shimmered in the light. "Do you like it?"

"Sí, sí," he responded as he picked his daughter up and kissed her cheek. "Grandma did a wonderful job, yes? She certainly is the best seamstress in New Orleans. You will outshine everyone there, except, of course, for your mother."

Tiana chuckled and squeezed Naveen's hand. "Hush. Louisa will outshine everyone, even me. It's her ball."

"But you, my love"—he put Louisa down and held Tiana out at arm's length to look at her properly—"are a vision. That is the phrase, yes?" His amber eyes took in her in; he thought she looked even more dazzling than usual in her green and gold ball gown. When he saw the gold tiara on her head and how regal it made her look, his heart swelled.

Years later, her husband still always knew how to make her blush. "Yes," she said, laughing and allowing him to twirl her. As she leaned against his chest with his arms around her, she said, "But, seriously, it's Louisa's day and she'll be the most beautiful girl in the whole room."

"Of course," he replied, kissing Tiana's head. He looked at his daughter proudly, holding back tears. "It is your first public appearance as Prutta Louisa of Maldonia," he said. "It's a very important, special day. Have fun tonight, yes?"

"Sí, Papá," she replied.

"But don't talk to the pruttos," he said sternly. "You are just like me. One look and they will fall in love with you." Tiana rolled her eyes. "You're only six years old. I won't know what to do with you—or the pruttos, for that matter."

Tiana shook her head. Leaning in towards her daughter, she squeezed Louisa's hand and offered a comforting smile. "Honey, you talk to whomever you like. Your papá is just kidding."

"I am not!" He sniffed and crossed his arms.

There was a knock on the door. "I will get that," Naveen said, walking out of his daughter's room and into the common room.

Louisa's smile immediately disappeared when Naveen walked out. Her face paled and she began fidgeting with the top layer of her skirt. "Mama?" she said, her eyes fixated on the wall.

"What's wrong, baby cakes?" Tiana asked, untangling her daughter's hands from the dress and holding her close.

"I'm scared," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "I...I..." Shaking her head, she hung it low and sniffled. "Mama..." she whispered, her voice breaking on the second syllable.

Tiana attempted to kneel down in her ball gown, but when this proved to be difficult, she guided her daughter to a nearby chair and sat down with Louisa on her lap. "Baby cakes, you're going to do great," she whispered soothingly while rubbing her daughter's back. She plucked a tissue off the table beside her, and dabbed at her daughter's face. "Everyone just wants to meet you and know who you are. And you are my smart, charmin', and brave little Louisa."

"O-okay," her daughter replied shakily. Her eyes filled with tears again.

Tiana grabbed more tissues and handed them to Louisa, who blew her nose and wiped away her tears. Tucking a curl behind her daughter's ear, she said, "When I had my first ball in my honor, I was scared too. But Papá told me that there's nothin' to be afraid of because he would be there the whole time, helping me. And Papá and I are going to be there for you tonight, too. We just want you to be happy and have a good time, okay? Don't worry, this'll be a fun night full of dancing and music and food!"

Louisa still seemed uncertain. "It won't be as good as the music and food at home..."

"The music and food is different from New Orleans," Tiana replied honestly, "but it's wonderful." Skeptical, her daughter winced. "How about this? After you have a fun night at your ball, I'll whip you up a warm plate of beignets and some Maldonian hot chocolate."

This seemed to cheer her up. A smile creeped on her face and she conceded: "Okay, Mama."

"Good," Tiana said, chuckling. "Now, blow." She held a tissue up to her daughter's nose, who did as she was told. "Feeling better?"

Nodding—albeit slightly hesitantly—Louisa said, "Sí, Mama," and slid off her mother's lap.

"Oooh, where's my little niece?" Charlotte entered the room dancing with excitement. "Oh my word," she whispered as she looked at Louisa. "You, Miss Louisa, look absolutely lovely. You look just like your mama."

Naveen coughed loudly. Charlotte waved him off, and he glared at her.

"Oh, honey," Charlotte crooned, taking Louisa's hands in her own, "I'm just so proud. You look so beautiful!" Tears welled up in her eyes. She took out a handkerchief and dabbed at them.

Looking at the clock on the wardrobe, Tiana said, "We best be pushing on." She motioned to Naveen, who held his arm out to her. Taking it, she said to Charlotte, "You should get downstairs."

Charlotte squealed with excitement. "You two promised me you'd introduce me to some princes. What do y'all call 'em? Pruttos? You betta deliver!" She adjusted the top of her dress.

"Mio diozo," Naveen sighed under his breath. Tiana pinched him.

"What was that?" Charlotte asked as she powdered her nose and drew a beauty mark on her cheek.

"Nothing," Tiana replied. "You better get downstairs though. We'll introduce you to the princes when we get a chance."

She giggled. "Okay!" Excited, she hurried out of the room.

"Are you ready, prutta?" Naveen asked his daughter. He held out a hand to her.

Taking a deep breath, she took it and said, "Sí, Papá, I'm ready."

Author's Note: Hello! Thanks for taking the time to read my story! If you enjoyed it, please leave a review! I am planning on this being a series of one-shots that follow the lives of Tiana and Naveen after the film, so if there is something that you want to read, please let me know in the reviews!