It was not good diplomacy to turn away a foreigner just because of their appearance. So despite this young woman’s yellow tint and wild red hair with golden streaks, the Queen of Arendelle gave a polite nod and welcomed her in the parlor.
“Hello, young lady. Welcome to Arendelle. I hope we are able to assist you somehow.”
Sunset marveled at the sight of the castle as it came into view. She didn’t even remember how she got there to begin with. She just remembered training in New York with a Mystic Arts master she had met, and then… then it all just became fuzzy for her.
She was busy rubbing her temples as she tried to gather her thoughts. She had been found in a forest by someone who looked like a guard of some kind, almost like something out of an old history book. After a brief kerfuffle, and a bit of a struggle with a language barrier, Sunset had found out from the guard the she was somewhere called Arendelle.
Either it was pity or or suspicion that lead the guard to take Sunset back with him. Now, here she was, in the sight the majestic castle and… whoa. Who was that?
Sunset’s jaw almost dropped at the sight of the womans beauty, and almost didn’t hear what she said. But she gave a small smile and said, “Um… hello. My name is Sunset Shimmer. I… I don’t really know how I got here… and I know this question is going to sound insane, but… what year is it?”
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