River Wilson

The crowd whispers amongst themselves . They have heard rumors. Glorious things. But they doubt, for what they have heard is highly unlikely. You can hear snippets of conversation, spread between mother and child, uncle and nephew. Everyone is here. Everyone wants the truth. The murmurs die down as I step up onto my platform. They know why I come. They know I bring knowledge. I come to confirm what they do not yet know is true. I bring my hand to my heart, and speak.
"It is true," I say. I need only speak one sentence more, "I have seen it with my own two eyes. Queen Elsa of Arendelle, with her hair down."
The crowd erupts in cheers, and I know for sure. Everyone loves our lesbian queen.