"I was expulsed for refusing the throne," he said, "my father was disappointed in me for my lack of enthusiasm for the windigo way of life."
They sat in startled silence. "That must have been horrible," Luna said briskly. "Of course, as long as you're telling the truth". Celestia shot her sister a look.
"Would I be here today if I wasn't?" He asked, "I figured you, my lady, would be the most understanding on the subject of redemption."
Luna fumed, her horn involuntarily lighting up in anger. Celestia coughed, and changed the subject. She could always tell when Luna was thinking murderous thoughts. "So, Frozen, exactly how old are you?" she asked.
This satisfied Celestia. Surely there would be an age gap between him and his Rosy. "I see. And when did you leave?"
"At age two hundred I was banished," he said, "I spent three hundred years in the kingdom of Chineigh, two hubdred in Saddle Arabia, and the past one hundred fifty in your equestria."
Celestia nodded, and an awkward silence fell upon the group, until the waiters came bustling in. "For dinner tonight, we have brought you pies." said the waiter in an obvious fake french accent, "This one is more sweet rather than savory. It's, how do you say, raspberry." "This one is a spinach quiche, and this one is a zucchini..." he went on, naming numerous types.
Celestia took some of the raspberry, and Luna levitated a slice of spinach towards her plate. "Oh, Frozen," Celestia said, gesturing towards the waiter. "This is Pierre. He's our chef this evening."
"The pleasure is all mine, and thank you." Pierre said, smiling sweetly. "Bon appetite!" he said, exiting the room with a dramatic flourish. Celestia leaned forward. "Don't tell anyone, but he's not actually from Prance. He just likes the accent."
"I can tell," he said, "but the character seems to make him happy, so I wouldn't dream of calling him out on it."
"Thank you." Celestia said, returning to her pie. "I'm sure he would appreciate that if he knew." The rest of the meal was rather awkward, with Celestia trying to make her sister talk, and Luna refusing.
Finally, Frozen could stand it no longer, and so he spoke up, "Have I done something to offend you my lady?" He asked Luna.
"I don't trust you, Mr. Heart," Luna said flatly. She folded the napkin, and stood up. "Please excuse me." She left the room, sweeping through the door, and slamming it behind her. Celestia stared after her, melancholy. "I'm sorry about that, Frozen. Luna has... an unpleasant history with windigoes."
"It was quite a few millennium ago, just before the Nightmare Moon incident" Celestia said, "So Luna was much younger, and much more naiive. She was lured into a cave by a windigo, and was locked in. There, he fed off her power, and her worry, and her inner turmoil, for months. It was quite the tramatic experience for her."
