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elsa, queen of arendelle | sahar, daughter of jasmine & aladdin | cleo, daughter of attina

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             wilbur really didn’t want to have spaghetti for the third night in a row, those meatball cannons really got intense and somehow he felt venturing out into the city was better. unfortunately, his family had dinner just like the rest of the sanctuary and unfortunately that meant he had to experience the rush. his large and unusual family rarely went out, mainly to avoid the judgement but none of them really cared. wilbur’s style really relaxed while arriving, mainly his hair but there was still some semblance of what it used to be. he was planning on leaving and just getting a small croissant at a coffee shop, but he knew he’d be starving for the rest of his study night. luckily a girl speaks up before he is about to turn to leave. “my family’s not the more orthodox so we’d actually encourage weird ways to eat,” he muttered rather quickly before taking a seat in front of the girl. “do you ever sit for so long and end up tired? then you stand up for literally an hour and you’re even more tired than before?”

“lucky you.” cleo says. one of her eyebrows arch as she tries to imagine what his version of unorthodox looks like. she imagines its very different depending on where the person is from. “to most people, i am the definition of unorthodox.. so i can appreciate that.” cleo shares. and its true- to most people being a mermaid is far from normal. “when i first learned how to walk, yeah.” she explains as she takes a bite of a french fry. “every single time i was on my feet for more than a couple of minutes, i needed a break. but then a couple of months ago i finally got the hang of it- and now i can run and-” she cuts herself off. “that’s... that’s not what you were talking about, is it ?” her social skills could still use major improvement. “i think its safe to say being tired is just a personality trait for me by now.” 

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Doesn’t matter where we are if you’re there with me ‘Cause when we’re together, that’s my favorite place to be

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well now, why hadn’t she thought of that ? the queen’s eyes widen in both shock and amazement as the princess of agrabah so willingly decides to climb the book case, a startled laugh sounding. “aren’t you a brave one,” she muses, though the mothering side of her is concerned for the girl’s safety. “do be careful, though. if the shelf feels like it’s going to tip, just jump off.”

“yeah.” sahar scoffs. “i’m a regular dragon slayer.” she chuckles lightly and makes it a point not to roll her eyes as she hears belle’s maternal tone rear its head. she’s just grateful that isn’t a pretentious i’m a queen kind of voice. “i think jumping off would just make it crush me faster.” it takes a little creative maneuvering but eventually sahar is able to grab the book belle is after. “do you need anything else while i’m already up here ?” 

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anna moved out from behind the desk to get a better view of the piece that was being discussed. she tilted her head as she tried to remember the blurb about that specific piece that she had spent so long to memorize. “well, red has a lot of meanings. notably passion, but that can include love or violence. and the splatter effect has it own emotion in itself too. like anger or just chaos,” she attempted an exploitation. she stepped closer while she continued to talk. “the better question is, what do you think it means? what does it make you feel? cause that’s what it means.”

“i think it looks like someone saw an insect while they were holding a paintbrush in their hands.” cleo shares as she chuckles. “yeah, i don’t get art. at least not the kind where you’re supposed to determine what it means. don’t get me wrong- i get it why that’s how it is- but... i don’t know. everyone tells me that art is supposed to help me understand humans, but if its so subjective, how is that even possible ?” 

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her eyes widen at the possible alternate endings, jaw dropping. “that’s–” katia has to bite down on her lower lip to keep from laughing too loudly, head falling as she imagines the different outcomes that the younger princess offered up. “–that’s so morbid !” but entertaining, nonetheless.

it was hard not to bust a gut when katia tried her hardest not to react to the dark humor. “aw, come on ! morbid is just a codeword for ‘this is funny but we have to pretend it’s not’ !” cleo accused with a laugh. she shook her head- she stood by her creative choice. “it would be cinematic poetry, i think. and it probably would’ve won awards.” 

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Emeraude Toubia getting ready for the Premios Eres on May 16, 2018 in Mexico City, Mexico.

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Danielle Rose Russell photographed by James Lee Wall.

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“i doubt triton would curse you to die.”  if he did, then bayou realized she had many more problems with her grandfather than she thought. “but yeah, sure, i’ll promise to look sad. real sad, even.” she smirked. she would truthfully be sad, since she didn’t want to see her cousin die. maybe stub her toe more than the average human, but not die. her face contorted with discomfort at her cousin’s suggestion. legs were a major adjustment. she had already learned to avoid stairs, as she always found herself missing a step and almost falling down an entire flight each time. “this just sounds like a lame plan to get me to run away.” 

“in the enchanted forest, the ocean burned me whenever i touched it. and not just a little sting- i jumped into it once anyway and it felt like i was on fire.” cleo explains. her voice turns into a haunted muffle as she recalls the feeling. its the only thing that’s stopped her from trying it again. no, king triton didn’t curse her to die ; he wouldn’t be cruel enough to do that to someone in his family. but he made it so it was excruciating for her to be in the water. but the thought of bayou trying to run quickly brings the amusement back before she gets too deep in the memory. “you’re underestimating how ridiculous you look when you do it. if you ever get to watch a baby deer try to take its first steps, just know that’s what you looked like, too.”

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“perhaps,” katia murmurs, watching as the credits roll down the screen. she sits up a bit straighter, folding her hands over her lap as she ponders the ending of the film. “i just wish that they’d found a better way to kill him off. the route they took just doesn’t make any sense.”

“i personally think it would’ve been funny if the ice berg just hit him directly.” cleo thinks aloud with a shrug. “oh ! or, or, or- if he was the one who one who fell and hit the propeller. that would’ve been a much more exciting ending.”

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“i don’t doubt that for a second,” adrian easily replies, rolling his eyes at the underlying smugness woven into her words. “that he did. my dearest teddy is quite the dare devil, if i may say so myself.” perhaps even more so than adrian – teddy was simply more quiet about it than he. “please, the only person who would have given you any mouth for climbing out of the window is grimsby…old beanpole.” he found amusement in his father’s nickname for the elder, which is precisely why he still used it. “trip me ? you would do that ? cleopatra, i’m wounded. i cannot believe you would stand there and willingly say you would trip me, especially after bravely putting myself before you in these dangerous woods so that you can jump off of a cliff. my heart is…absolutely broken.” he places his hand over his heart, shaking his head in mock sorrow. it’s when he’s looking away from her that she jumps, earning a loud gasp from the unprepared prince. “warn a guy next time !” he exclaims, adjusting himself so that he had a better hold on her.

“humans call each other by such peculiar things.” cleo scoffs. she doesn’t and probably wouldn’t put together what old beanpole could mean. “why is it that you guys have him for again ? is he just there to complain and roll his eyes, or ?” she asks. a lackluster scowl appeared at adrian’s mention of her full name. she only ever hears it when she’s talking to someone who is old enough to be a dinosaur or if she’s being scolded. “try that again and i really will trip you !” cleo promises. “your broken heart will complement your broken jaw.” she talks in a purposefully sweet tone to offset her threat. cleo laughs as adrian is caught off guard and she uses her arms to cling on tightly so she won’t be dropped in the process. “you’re supposed to be paying attention !” 

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it may have been bayou’s day off, but she still found herself  in the department store she worked for. she was attempting to shop for herself, admiring a set of booties she knew her new feet could not walk in quite yet. she still needed to work on her balance to pull off any heel taller than half an inch… 

as she sadly returned the shoes to their place, someone caught her attention. they appeared to be struggling to find something. although it wasn’t even her job, she still knew the entire store like the back of her hand, and she felt it only right to help. she cautiously approached. “what exactly are you looking for?”

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“so it’s that obvious i have no idea what i’m doing ?” elsa asks. she chuckles as she puts the pair of shoes back on the shelf- she’s very graceful but even those monster heels were way too high for her. “i’m just browsing, not looking for anything in particular but curious to see what the village has. what brought you in ?” 

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the gallery had only been open for a few weeks now. it was fortunate enough to garner some guests from foot traffic, but most of the time it remained quiet. anna was still trying to figure out the technology, but she managed to occupy her time with her newly curated instagram feed. ( it kept her mind away from home and wondering what her kids was up to, at the very least. ) she was so caught up in mindlessly scrolling on the computer she nearly didn’t hear the bell go off as someone entered. people were the best distraction, after all.

“oh,” she quickly sat up and returned to her cheerful demeanor. “welcome!!! please look around! just let me know if you have questions! i promise i can answer most of them.”

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cleo is fascinated by art. however she’s very new to it- anything she’s ever seen under the ocean has been far, far different than anything she’s seen on land. ever since she got herself her own pair of legs, she’s been drawn to the things humans create. but she can’t seem to understand it as easily as others seem to. “would i sound like an idiot if i asked you what this is supposed to mean ?” cleo asks, motioning to a painting that’s a little too abstract for her taste. “you know, besides someone throwing red at a canvas.” 

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“oh, dear..” belle sighs, mainly to herself. of course, the one book that she would be looking for is on the shelf that she just can’t seem to reach, no matter how hard she tries. and to make matters worse, there appears to be no ladder in sight ! the queen turns to the person closest to her, offering a gracious smile. “excuse me, would you be so kind as to help me reach that book up there ?” she stands on her tip toes to point to the title, huffing in frustration. “i would greatly appreciate it.”

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“unless you’d like to use me as a stepping stool...” sahar jokingly suggestions as she shrugs. “i’m not entirely sure what i can do to help.” her hands rest on her hips as she looks up at the book. “not interested in anything on a lower shelf ?” she asks. after a couple moments more of observing the shelf, she decides to try climbing it herself. not very princess like but that’s nothing new for her.

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“go right ahead. i’d love to see teddy dive off a cliff. much more entertaining than the times he used to jump out the window of the castle.” and somehow, adrian had always ended up following him right out the same window. wherever teddy went, adrian was sure to be there beside him, today being a rare exception. a loud laugh erupts from the second eldest montague, and he glances over toward his cousin with a look of pure glee. “a jungle pirate – oh, that’s a good one. she’s sure to love that.” he tucked the new teasing title into the back of his mind for future use, already giddy at what his youngest sister’s reaction would be to hearing it. “you don’t – but that’s what adds to the adventurous effect you’re so desperately in need of.” he was only joking with her…a little bit. “do keep up. we’ve got a cliff to jump from. stragglers will be left behind.” another joke. adrian would never leave her behind.

“i could get him to do it.” cleo promises confidently, to the point of being a little smug. she has a habit of getting most of the things she wants- except for her stupid curse to be lifted. not because no one puts up resistance but because she very rarely gives up. “he used to jump... out of the castle ?” cleo asks. “and yet every time i climbed out of it- which is sooo much safer- i got reprimanded.” she scoffs. despite expecting to be lead very far away from the cliff, she continues to follow after her older cousin. “don’t make me trip you.” cleo threatens playfully. her fingertips tap against her waist as her hands rest there. she pauses, momentarily. but quickly rushes forward to launch herself onto adrian’s back. “there ! straggler problem solved.” cleo announces as she forces herself into a piggy back ride situation. 

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it’s busy tonight. far busier than it is usually around this time. but luckily for cleo, she snatched a table to herself before the dinner rush piled in. and while she was content sitting by herself, watching a boy she didn’t know wander around and realize there’s no seat available for him, she begins to feel guilty. after watching him circle the seating area more than once the princess decides to intervene. “its bad manners to eat standing up- or at least that’s what my mom tells me.” she jokes, eyes leading to the empty chair. “if you get tired of being a rebel, feel free to sit.” @dadivosos

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“…i’m having a very difficult time understanding something,” the princess begins, pursing her lips. “so i just finished this movie that i’d heard was supposed to be absolutely amazing – and it was, don’t get me wrong – i’m just..confused as to why jack couldn’t have just…climbed onto the door with rose. there was absolutely enough room.”

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“it wouldn’t be a great story if they got the happy ending.” cleo thinks aloud. she shrugs. “a good one, sure. a romantic one, definitely. but not a great one. humans have an insatiable desire to be as dramatic as possible.” so did mermaids but she isn’t going to own up to that one every time. “i think i like it better that one of them didn’t make it.”