"Frankly, I suspected you wouldn't tell her," she said, shrugging. "Besides, it wasn't like the kiss was your idea."
(I know, right?) Celestia laughed. "Attacked? Oh, Frozen, you are so dramatic. I gave you a simple kiss. Ask your girlfriend; an attack is something far worse."
Frozen stiffened when he realized what she was insinuating. He stood up and brushed himself off, walking in the direction Rosy had gone.
Celestia watched him walk away, and nodded to herself. She turned, and went the opposite way, her hoofsteps loud in the empty hall. Rosy was in the garden, underneath a willow tree. "Tree of Witcheries," she thought to herself.
Frozen rushed to the garden, running as fast as his hooves could take him. When he finally arrived, he began to search around for his lost love.
Rosy heard Frozen in the garden, and she climbed the branches of the willow. She wasn't ready to talk quite yet.
Frozen eventually found the willow, but no signs of Rosy. He sat down beneath it, and closed his eyes gently. He sighed in utter defeat as he rested his face upon his hooves. "She ruined everything and she didn't even show any remorse," he said to himself, "She just expected me not to tell Rosy, to keep that from her." He shifted uncomfortably, Now what do I do..where do I go?"
Rosy listened in an uncomfortable silence. She sat in a small alcove in the tree, her head in her hooves.
Frozen sighed, "I ruined my chance with the one mare who truly understood me, and now i'm alone again. I just wish I could beg her to forgive me." He got up and dusted himself off, "I'll leave this place in the morning, let the mortals have their war, i'm better off elsewhere." In silence, Frozen departed.
The sun went down over the horizon as Rosy sat, and finally, she slid down from the tree, and returned to the castle. She entered the small apartment quietly, a great deal sadder than the mare who had entered several hours ago. Immediately, she went to the window nook, and curled up in a fetal position. The moon was in view, and she watched it, grateful for its comfort.
Unaware of her presense, Frozen was lying in the bed in silence, trying to find sleep. His heart was sick and his mind was tired and all he wanted was to slip into oblivion for a few hours.
After a short while, Rosy made her decision. She crept to the bedroom, and opened the door, and went to Frozen's side of the bed. She looked at him, her eyes almost glowing in the moonlight. "I'm.." she began, her voice calm, and terribly quiet. "I'm still really hurt." She shook her head slightly. "But I love you, and I know it wasn't entirely your fault. So I forgive you."
Frozen brushed a hoof through her mane. Tomorrow he would take her away from Canterlot and all of this stress and strain.
