The Snow Ball || hollythelonelysnowflake
Cinderella took one last overview of herself. She was wearing one of her richer blue ball gowns, completely with tiny diamonds studding the skirt. It had been specially made for the snow ball she’d be attending at The North Pole with Holly. Her ears had her chandelier diamond earrings in the lobes, and a matching necklace to boot. Tucking strand of hair that had come loose back into its bun, Cinderella grabbed her shawl and hurried downstairs.
A few of the servants that were stationed at certain parts of the hall complimented her and her attire. She nodded her thanks as a knock from the front door rebounded through the main hall. Cindy politely waved away the doorman who had went to answer it. She knew who it was already.
Pulling open the large doors, Cinderella beamed. “Holly!” she cried, engulfing the elf in a hug.
Finding herself in strange places was becoming a bit too familiar for her liking, but there were only a few things she could do to stop becoming in this position. The main thing would to stop traveling, which took her chances for finally finding a Prince down quite a few notches, so that was most definitely not going to happen. Knowing that she stuck out in this different land, Charlotte had hopelessly tried to blend in all while looking for something to tell her where she had ended up.
Felicity was excited, she got to go back to the North Pole today. It’d been a while since she’d last seen the frozen wonderland—or Holly, for that matter. She did miss talking to the ice princess, she was a charming girl.
Felicity waited outside her house, thankful that winter had been pulling back it’s icy winds, if only for the time being.