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"You wouldn't like the truth much," he said.
"Not all of us are as we aeem, dear princess," he said, politely.
Frozen noddes gently, his eyes making contact with hers and seeming to peer into her very soul. Did she suspect him?
"I can cast a modest amount of magic my lady," he said.
Frozen relaxed visibly, thankful they weren't pressing the issue.
"You would be correct," Frozen said.
Frozen's masque faded from him, leaving a windigo of the same height and shape. His features were basically the same, though his mane idly blew in...
"May I show you something?" he asked, gently.
"I already have," he said, rather sadly, "I was the first Windigo Prince to refuse the royal crown."
"Well," she said, as she counted out the proper amount to pay Megan, "I suppose that covers it?"
"How old do I appear, my lady?" he asked.
"I have lived in those places," he said.
"Of a sort," he said, "I am knowledged in politics and the culture of many nations such as Saddle Arabia and Chineigh."
"I am her majesty's consultant and lover," he said, "It is a pleasure to meet you, your majesty. You are the reknowned Princess of Love."
"Frozen," he said, in a voice that matched it's namesake: crisp and soft. "My name is Frozen Heart."
Frozen turned his head slowly, Silver eyes peered out from beneath the dark cowl, meeting her light purple ones. No malice could be felt within...
Frozen nodded gently, taking comfort from Celestia's touch.
Frozen hid behind his hood. He was afraid if she made eye contact with him, she would see the truth in his silver eyes.
Frozen slipped on a sky blue wizard's cloak and hood, and quietly followed his Princess. He didnt know what to expect from Princess Cadence, as he...
He nodded and pecked her cheek softly, "Time to go meet your niece right?"
