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Prince Phillip was a charming fellow. He knew that. And, moreover, he was a charmer, the distinction being that one was pure charisma, and the other was deliberate. It was neither beyond nor uncommon for him to smile in such a way as people instantly liked him, and usually smiled back. Especially, he was unashamed (though a little embarrassed, now that he was happily engaged) to admit, the ladies.
And for all these reasons, he was utterly baffled as to why the Queen of Arendelle turned red as soon as their eyes met, then turned and hastened away at such a speed that he thought he felt a wintry draft in her wake.
Perturbed, Phillip sought out his beloved, who he knew had been speaking with Queen Elsa, in the hopes that she might have gotten some insight as to why the young woman, scarcely older than he, should react in such a manner.
He found Aurora, rosy cheeked and giggling, more so than usual, and he couldn’t help but grin at the telltale signs of tipsiness. He approached her from behind and wrapped an arm around her waist, then kissed her temple sweetly. “Beloved, might I steal you for a moment for a quiet talk?”
