Frozen smiled, "Celestia," he repeated. No title, no prefix, no stations between them. Not a princess and a fallen prince, just a stallion and a mare. He nodded, "Thank you, Celestia."
Her horn glowed in response, and the papers swirled into a neat stack. "Frozen," she said, "what would you think about returning to your old home with me? Perhaps we can find some answers."
"Oh, I'd imagine so. But I feel that answers might await us there," Celestia said, a small smile on her face.
"I am very busy, Frozen, but I would be glad to spend whatever free time I have with you." Celestia said warmly.
"It is honestly more about winter for my subjects. They are.. confused, to put it simply." She gesture outside, to the snowy landscape.
"Well, they weren't expecting winter to come this early," she said, trying to deliver the news lightly.
He nodded gently, "I will do what I must," he said. Frozen slowly rose up and slipped out onto the balcony, a blast of cold wind howling into the room as he did so. Frozen closed his eyes as he concentrated, the flurry of snowflakes becoming less and less frequent. He would probably starve, without the misery the snow wrought, but he wanted her people to have their final few weeks of fall.
Celestia watched with a confused gaze. "Frozen, there's really no need. My people can handle a few extra weeks of winter."
"No," he said, somewhat weakly, when it was over, "you tell them it was a test, or whatever you wish, and i'll try to manage until winter comes." Frozen settled down into a chair, his eyelids heavy.
