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I'm glad you're here. :)

It's time again for another part of this story.

Previously, in part one of "Missing Peace," Entrapta and Wink are preparing for more adventures in space, but someone is missing, so they need to take a little trip together.

And now, we return to a special trio of characters that you may have forgotten are on their own trip together!

This chapter might be a nice Christmas gift for you.

As it happens, there are a few things about it that sort of go with the holiday:

A homecoming. Celebrating with friends. Wintry fun.

I sure hope you enjoy unwrapping it! :D

Peace and love. <3

Far away, the mid-morning sun shines brilliantly on a lush grassy field, beside the border of the Whispering Woods. A peaceful glow rests over the landscape. There is a curious humming sound suffusing the air nearby.

Perfuma: Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm . . .

Princess Perfuma sits in pure tranquility, her legs folded beneath her, her body erect, her eyes closed. Her arms rest lightly on her thighs, palms open to the universe.

She is joined by her friends on either side of her in a small circle of peace.

Scorpia’s posture is a meticulous imitation of Perfuma’s, though in more massive proportions.

Scorpia: [in unison with Perfuma] Hmmmmmm. [then suddenly breaking off, in rapid enthusiasm] Ya know, this is actually working! I already feel so . . .

Perfuma: [without breaking form] HmmmmmShhhh!!mmmmmmmmmmmm . . .

Scorpia: [apologetically] Oh, right! Sorry. Hmmmmmmmmmmm . . .

Perfuma’s smile deepens.

Scorpia: [humming and murmuring in monotone] Hmmmmmm. Not saying anything. Hmmmmmm. Not breaking the mood. Hmmmmmm.

Perfuma frowns slightly, then gradually relaxes again.

After several moments, Scorpia, still humming along, opens one eye. She looks to Perfuma, who seems to be in a mystical, blissful trance. Her gaze turns to Frosta. The diminutive princess is sitting quietly, eyes open, watching a snowball as she tosses it from hand to hand. She is humming along with the others, but in her own musical way.

Frosta: [happily, carefree] Hm, hm hmmm. Hmmm, hm hm-hm hmmmm.

Scorpia, continuing to hum with Perfuma, opens both eyes and waves one of her claws back and forth, catching Frosta’s attention. After a moment, Frosta notices. She catches her snowball and looks over at Scorpia quizically.

Scorpia smiles and waves her claw, opening and closing the pincers, nodding to Frosta.

Perfuma: [peacefully] Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm . . .

Frosta raises an eyebrow, then looks to her snowball, and lifts it up, looking back at Scorpia.

Scorpia nods, holding out her claw.

Frosta pulls her arm back and pauses, her face breaking into a grin.

Perfuma: [in oneness with everything] Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm . . .

Scorpia nods to Frosta vigorously, holding out one claw while gesturing toward herself with the other.

Frosta glances quickly at Princess Perfuma, who is lost in serenity. Then she fires the snowball directly at Scorpia, who manages to catch it neatly between the pincers of her claw. She nonchalantly tosses it up and down, as Frosta covers her mouth to stifle a giggle. Scorpia again looks over to Perfuma.

Perfuma: [in a state of bliss] Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm . . .

Frosta is smirking with a challenging glow in her eyes when Scorpia looks back again. She is tossing a snowball up and down in each hand.

Scorpia narrows her eyes and smiles, nodding her head.

Frosta’s snowballs slice through the air, and Frosta’s eyes widen. Scorpia sits smugly with her arms crossed over her chest, a snowball held in each claw. They both now look over to Perfuma.

Perfuma: [on the edge of the realm of pure light] Hmmmmmmmmmmmm . . .

Now Frosta is on her feet in a fighting stance, her hands glowing a pale blue light from which a flurry of frozen air coalesces into multiple floating spheres. She is beaming at Scorpia, who rises up in a ready crouch with a playful sparkle in her eyes, gesturing a silent, “Bring it!”

Suddenly, the air explodes in a barrage of snowballs! Scorpia defends herself expertly, smashing some, catching and returning others at surprising speeds. On both sides, arms are wheeling in a constant blur as Frosta squeals and Scorpia giggles. Frosta runs at Scorpia, who braces herself.

It is now snowing over Perfuma’s head as she sits in solemn meditation. Her eyes are still closed, but her brow begins to crinkle as the cold flakes land upon her shoulders and thighs.

Perfuma: [emerging from her trance, confused] Hmmmmmmaaaaahhhhhhhh. What’s happening?

Suddenly, there is the sound of frosty collision, and a light sheet of snow flies overhead and drops onto Perfuma. She stiffens, shivering, eyes snapping open.

Perfuma: [startled] Oh!!

Perfuma looks around, blinking. There is now a large snowdrift near the spot where Scorpia had been sitting beside her. She stands up and peers tentatively into the middle of it. Lying in a crater in the center of the mound, Scorpia is rocking back and forth with laughter. Frosta sits on her chest, very pleased.

Frosta: [good-naturedly] Gotcha!

Scorpia: [chuckling] Yeah! Yeah, you sure did!

Frosta tumbles over and they both sit up, catching their breath, their laughter gradually dying down.

Perfuma wrings her hands a little.

Perfuma: [frowning] Oh. Hmmm. Well . . . that obviously didn’t work very well.

Scorpia: [quickly, reassuring] Are you kidding me? Perfuma, that was amazing! I feel so relaxed now.

Frosta: [to Perfuma] Yeah, that was awesome! [sincerely] You’re really good.

Perfuma: [brightening] Oh! Well, that’s great, then! [to Scorpia] So. Do you think you’re ready?

Scorpia stands up, as does Frosta.

Scorpia: [confidently] Yup. I think it’s time. I can feel it.

Perfuma: We’re with you.

Frosta: Yep. We’re right here.

They stand beside each other, looking away across what once was desert, now adorned with the verdant beginnings of renewed life, and far in the distance, the border to the Fright Zone.

Scorpia: All right, then. Time to go home.