She? The would-be frost queen of the night, anxious? What in Tartarus could possibly cause her to falter so? Then my mind went to the little diorama. A smug little smile crept across my face. Ha, so even the princess of ponies isn't such a perfect pony. It is a changeling thing not to waste any opportunities to endear ourselves to others, even if I am admittedly a little out of practice at the art. 