#crackthread

Needless to say how Elsa managed to get back in one piece she wasn't sure of. She'd been on a walk with her guards when they were ambushed by a group of thieves who were hired to kidnap the queen. When she proved to be a fight they used some sort of foreign magic on her and the next thing Elsa knew she was no longer the eldest daughter and queen of Arendelle. 

She glanced down seeing her clothes had become much too big for her and her hands were so tiny. They hadn't been that tiny since she was at least four years old. "LEAVE ME ALONE!!" she shouted, but the voice was not that of a commanding queen. It was of a little itty bitty princess. How?! The thugs laughed and made an attempt to capture her, but she was too quick for them. She'd frozen their feet and grabbing the large dress she had been wearing, made a run for it.

That was how she had managed to evade her captors, and when she was far enough she hid in a cave trying to make sense of what had happened. Did anyone in the kingdom know that the queen and her guards had been attacked? After fashioning a new dress with her magic the little queen ran off and tried to find her way back to the castle. Luckily though she was clearly four in physical years her mind hadn't been dulled, she still had her wits about her and at the very least she knew how to find the familiar signs that would lead her back to the palace. 

"Now, don’t kill me for sayin’ so lass- and I mean that now- but isn’t it improper or somethin’ for you elves to be running around-?" he clears his throat, gesturing to the top half of her body. "Not that I’m particularly complaining o’course but-"

Akemi peered around the room with such an awkwardness that it was practically palpable. Terrible decorations were strewn all over the place, plastic bat lights hung from the doorway on either side, little paper ghosts danced from their strings attaching them to the ceiling. Dry ice cast smoke along the floor.

And she was in a catsuit. 

It was a subpar grade costume for the holiday that she'd only heard of from Jorge. Who was she supposed to be again? Some...comic hero? What on Earth was a comic anyway? Two plastic pistols were attached to her belt, and there was even a red wig that had gone with the outfit, and a pair of heels. Both, she adamantly refused to wear.