Dashing ballgowns and twirling in rooms.

        Not exactly her favored setting, but Ara would settle for it. Besides, she was invited, they wanted her here. And since they wanted her here, she would certainly make this party best for her gracious hosts.

         There was nothing wrong with a fireworks show afterwards, was there?

          And at least they had food to distance herself from the dancing. So she nabbed a finger sandwich and circled the dance floor, her long red dress trailing behind her.

         She dressed as fire and acted as flame, that was her secret. And needless to say, it wasn’t her plan to run into the blonde- bordering on white, she noted. Though it did give her something to do.

         Besides, a conversation never hurt anyone.

         "Goodness, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?“

              It was like an incubation in her veins. The heat. The curse was no longer, it was just her. She tried to control it, but of anything, it made the winter easier.

              The snow simply melted beneath her feet.

               Now she cautiously walked into Arendelle, cautiously because she didn’t want trouble, especially with the knowledge that their queen had the exact opposite powers she did.

                 Fire and Ice.

                 The worst part was, when Ara reached the square, it seemed like the queen had decided to make an ice rink in the middle of town. She stopped where she was.

                  This wasn’t going to be good.