Ingrid woke up again in darkness with the feeling of consuming emptiness in her stomach.

The coffin lid was half opened. She was the only one in it.

The little prince was extremely weak as she could barely hold up her broken arm. She inspected the bandage which seemed to be smaller.

She tested her injury by turning her wrist slowly. She felt almost no pain at all, and her injury seemed to healed completely. The two hole left by Mimóza totally disappeared.

The northern prince felt like she was laying dead for weeks, all her body parts was numb, and she had a terrible headache.

Slowly she climbed up to sitting position, and she spotted her height discrepancy.

She was sitting and could see out from the sunken coffin to the round marble room. Her hand was bigger, her fingers longer.

"I grew from healing...or I grew from sleeping a lot?"

She collected her hair and tried to measure it compared to her leg.

"I have way too much and long hair." She thought and stepped on her hair. She cried out from the sudden pain on her head.

Ingrid felt nauseous as she moved. As her vision sharpened she saw that she was wearing only a light, oversized white dress (for sleeping). She was wearing no underwear. She blushed instantly.

"It was him I'm sure of it. It's so embarrassing! Then that look on his face was... that now he knows that I'm not a boy?" The blood drained from her face as she thought about this.

There was a candelabra and 3 golden plate of food beside the coffin hole. One plate of fruit, one plate of bakery products, and one plate covered with a copper half-sphere lid.

Ingrid peeped under it, and saw it was roasted pheasant. She checked the temperature, it was mildly warm.

The little prince started to eat grapes since that seemed to require the least power.

Soon she could eat a sweat bun and finally from the pheasant a little.

Her stomach was too weak to eat normal portion, so she could only eat a few bites of meat.

She was at least a head taller than before.

She examined her body further.

"I wonder if my face changed even a bit? Maybe my nose got bigger. It would be nice to not have that baby nose anymore!"

She just wanted to go out, when she found a folded dress in the tunnel.

She pulled it out and saw that it was a beautiful lady dress.

"Now I am sure he knows now. This is his way of saying to act properly?"

The dress was gleaming gently. It gave back the feeling of the icy north. Ingrid loved it.
"He brought this especially for me. Maybe I will just try it on here, then I will give it back."

She put it on, and interlaced it tightly at the front. (Which was unusual, since the corsets had the lacing part usually at the back, so at the front can leave space for the breast and other decorations.)

Ingrid had no breast, she was flat chested and slightly muscular as always.

It fitted her almost perfectly. It was a little bit too long, but her back and shoulders had enough space.

"I wonder how I look?"

She was smiling and playing with the broad skirt part by spinning right and left. Ingrid was skipping over the hole and enjoyed how the dress and her hair was moving.

She imagined to be a real girl.

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't realize for a while that she was no longer alone in the room.

-KARAKAN!-She said almost screamed and jumped back to the wall. -This is not what it looks like!

He was standing at the exit, watching me in silence. He was holding a big folded textile in his arm.

He was gently smiling, almost giggling.

-Don't mind me.-He said quietly. -You are not the first man I have seen in women's dress... I have kind of guessed from the beginning, that you were the type to wear girly cloth in secret.