Disclaimer: I don't, in any form, own Frozen.

"Milady?"

I am broken out of my thoughts as Gerda's voice pierced through the silence. A little reluctantly, I look away from the beautiful scenery of the night and turn my head slightly to the side to stare at her questioningly. I am met by an equally curious yet slightly exasperated glance.

"With all due respect, Ma'am, but what are you still doing here?" she questions.

Ah, that's right. Tonight, the castle feasts as our princess celebrates her coming of age. Two days earlier, I have received an invitation from the palace to commemorate such a joyous occasion. I am deeply honored but, alas, I shall not show.

Deciding to take the ignorant route, I say, "I have no idea what you're talking about, Miss Gerda." Once again, I stare out the window and enjoy the beauty of the celebration from my bedroom. Away from everyone. Away from the princess.

A sigh permeates the room as Gerda says, "Forgive me."

Before I knew it, I am yanked away from my position. Too stunned to react, I obey her inaudible request to sit on my bed. I sigh in resignation once I notice Gerda shuffle through my closet, no doubt looking for a decent dress I could wear.

Puffing a breath of air out, I groan before plopping ungraciously on my bed. "What's the big deal if I don't go to the party? Besides, I know my parents are in attendance so why do I have to be there as well?"

My kind caretaker clucks her tongue. "Now, dear, don't be like that. It's the princess' birthday! And almost every single one of the townsfolk is in attendance! In fact, I think the two of us are the only ones holed up in your house."

"Ugh, your point?" I reiterate as I pop myself on my elbows. A piece of cloth meets my face. "Wha—? Hey!"

She chuckles. I stand up, reach for the offending object and scan it thoroughly. Upon registering that it is indeed a suit, I face Gerda curiously.

"A suit? You want me to dress as a man to the party?" I ask incredulously.

She shrugs. "I don't see why not. I always thought you would be more comfortable in one than in your dresses. Unless, of course, you would rather be in a dress."

Humming thoughtfully, I ponder on her question. Shall I dress as a lady or a lad for the night? A frown makes its way onto my lips as I make eye contact with her. "Wouldn't that be a little weird though? Dressing as a guy?"

She smiles gently then shrugs again. "It's a masquerade, dear. If you're worried someone will recognize you, I say that's highly unlikely if we do a few minor adjustments here and there."

"Adjustments?"

She nods. "For instance, your hair."

At the mention of my hair, my hand shoots up. "What?!" I squeak out.

She giggles and shakes her head. "Don't worry. I won't do anything drastic to it. We'll just change the hairstyle."

I eye her warily for a few more minutes before deeming her innocent. Silly, I know. But one never knows when it comes to Gerda. One moment she is pretty serious, and the next thing you know, she's being mischievous. A good feat for someone a little aged.

"Well, come now, dear. We can't afford you to be late any longer." She quickly ushers me to her. I walk over towards the dresser after putting on my outfit. As soon as I took a seat, she gets to work.

I hope I won't be regretting this.