The dance floor was bustling, the ballroom teeming with elegantly dressed royals and excited citizens. Nothing quite rang in the holiday season like a fancy ball hosted by the royal family. To his dismay, Fjord was almost forced to attend. It was expected of the royals of Auradon to show up to these events whenever they popped up, and the youngest prince of Arendelle was no exception to the rule. Even if he didn’t appear to be the classical princely type, Fjord had always known that once the invitation to a ball showed up in the mail it was expected you turn up in your best formal wear and have a grand ol’ time. And sometimes you did - he thought the balls back in Arendelle were pretty fun, though that probably had to do with the sentient snow man walking around or the queen with ice powers if anything. Balls in Auradon were... a lot less interesting. Still, he made a valiant effort to do his best by appearing in a dusty pink velvet jacket and his favorite flamingo patterned bow tie, and he would try even harder to make sure the night wasn’t a total dud. If only the music for the evening didn’t already put a damper on his mood.
As the small orchestra droned on another waltz, Fjord silently wondered what it would take to get Ragnar Rock up there instead. With how young most of the royals were, it made a bit of sense to at least modernize the entertainment for the night. And given the front man of this band was just another one of the next generation of Auradon royalty, he couldn’t see why they shouldn’t be allowed to sing for the masses. Not to mention the kind of fee they could garnish for a royal event... that could set them up for a while. The more the thoughts came to him, the more convinced he was it wouldn’t work. Sure King Mitch was a cool dude but tradition was tradition and while the older royals with the firm sticks up their asses still attended these balls, there was no chance of a synth pop rock band taking center stage. So with that put out of his mind, Fjord focused on the next best thing at any royal shindig - the food. There was a serious lack of hot chocolate but damn the dessert spread was banging. Sauntering over, nabbing a flute of champagne on the way, he reached out for a cheesecake ball, popping it into his mouth. As he chewed, he noticed a familiar face just a few feet away. Balls were for socializing right? Managing to grab another flute from another wandering waiter, Fjord sidled up beside the other and offered them the drink. “So I had a fortune cookie last night that said, and I quote, ‘you will be invited to a social gathering with lots of spicy conversation,’” his tone portrayed a sense of seriousness when it came to this fortune, but he immediately melted into a devilish grin, “So let’s hear it - your spiciest thought of the night, please.”
