((The photo above is what her dress looks like. If it isn't obvious, hers is the one on the right/ "heart ache" . Just know that Frisk is pale, and her hair is wild/sticks out and is about to past her shoulders instead of cutting off above them and being straight the way it was in the beginning. Please enjoy))

~~~~(Time skip; 4 months after the Christmas celebration)~~~~

Frisk stood tall in her gown, dying to rip it off and throw her sweater back on. This gown was far too elegant for her, and she still didn't feel like royalty, despite being Underground for almost a year now. The anniversary and coronation would be the day after, along with her birthday, so she thought she might as well try it on. She was used to clothes bigger than her, so perhaps she was just too out of her comfort zone. But she felt it was too tight fit anyway.

She twirls her skirt around, sighing and looking herself over; Though she didn't feel it, Frisk truly did look the part of a princess. Again, not used to this. 

Frisk steps over to the calendar on the wall, flipping through all the pages, counting forwards to that day. She's been in here since last spring, it's spring now. She has since then grew out of her depression, regained the will to live, and grown more mature, only acting childish and goofy for the purity of her brother's entertainment- well, and Sans'. 

She remembers the day she'd fallen and he was the first set of eyes she got to see. He was, after all, the only thing she'd expected from the underground; A kind hearted, fun, smart person she'd learned to call her friend. 

She remembered the smile he gave her when she called him by his "old name". She looks back  on how she'd tossed tea onto Sans and Gaster in the Ruins house, how Toriel had even given her pie and offered her a family. She smiles when thinking about her charming big brothers, how they accepted her as though she'd always been there. She thinks about Alphys and Undyne, though they are constantly busy she still enjoys their rare companies. 

She's met so many kind monsters, and she regrets nothing. 

When she first fell, Frisk was seen as insane for constantly being a liar; Telling everyone she'd been friends with the opposite race and  surviving the fall. For having not only a human soul, but unknown magic properties and wrecking havoc no matter where she went. She'd been beaten, shamed, and neglected for all that time, leading to her suicide attempt in the first place. Now? She wouldn't trade all those horrible memories for the world. 

A knock comes from the bedroom door. 

Frisk turns quickly, heart beating fast in the hopes of it being her most precious friend Sans.

"Come In." 

A tall goat monster steps into view, crouching to get through the doorway and holding his crown to keep it from hitting the roof, horns scraping the paint above. He grunts "I do wish these doorways were taller..." 

Her heart sinks but soft smile never falters. "Hello Asgore." 

The king smiles warmly , smoothing the hair of his beard and popping his back. "Good afternoon my child!"  He replies cheerily before he sees her in her dress. His kind eyes widen, full of wonder and astonishment. "Why...Frisk dear. Your in your-..." Asgore is too taken aback by it that he can no longer find words. She was so radiant, even if it was only a dress, it made her seem so grown.

Frisk laughs nervously under her breathe, folding her hands in front of her "Mhm...I wanted to try it on.."  

Asgore goes over and takes her hands gently kissing the tops of them in a gentleman manner. He smiles, eyes almost full of stars. "You are beautiful, child. " 

Frisk smiles in disbelief, taking back her hands and spinning once "Do you think?" 

Asgore laughs, his low voice booming through the room. "Like daisies in April, my dear!"

Daisies were her birth flowers, so that fact that he said this makes her wonder...Does he know? No, he surely wouldn't. She has kept it to herself, so no one could possibly know. Setting that thought aside, she pays more attention to the fact that he'd compared her to a flower. "Of course" she thought with a smile "he's such a nature freak". She was too, but she knew very little about different plants such as flowers or different shrubs, grass, and certain trees. 

The large monster spins her once more, chuckling happily with her. " Purity indeed. I see it it in you, everyday." 

Frisk can't help but smile at this, she stops spinning and gives her father a bear hug. He gratefully accepts without hesitation. She might have seemed to be joyful, but even Asgore could see through her; He could see the sadness in her actions, and he felt the sorrow in her heart. He sighs, stepping back from her and kneeling to her eye level. Clearing his throat, he looks the other way to avoid her eyes. 

"I'm afraid..."

"He isn't coming. Is he?" 

Asgore frowns and nods slightly. 

"Hm..." Frisk rubs her neck, also frowning. "I guess I can't hold him accountable..." 

Asgore gives Frisk a stern, serious look before cupping her small cheek in his large paw. He tries to smile, but once in business mode he can't help but speak in his business tone too. "Believe when I say this, Dear. Doctor Sans would come if he truly had the chance. Without a second thought. You and I both know this."

She nods, still not feeling any better as her throat burns with choked tears. "I'm aware.." 

"But we also know that he and the other doctors are in the middle of a very important project, correct?"

Frisk bites her inner lip. She knew. She knew exactly what he was doing. He, Gaster and Doctor Alphys were in the process of creating human souls so Frisk would no longer need to try to break the barrier. Due to Sans being in constant work mode Frisk has only seen him on occasion in the capitol, still not being able to say so much as a hello to him. He always had this tired, serious expression. He truly fit the role of a mad scientist with that look... It breaks her heart to know how much time the three of them have spent for her well being.... 

This changed her plans completely. If the project were to be a success then she would no longer need to sacrifice herself as she'd planned. So...what then? 

"Well?" 

Frisk had completely forgotten her father's presence, internally slapping herself back into the real world.  

"Yeah... Yeah I guess your right." 

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((Frisk's POV))

I guess I shouldn't expect anything less of him, being so busy all the time I suppose he has a good reason. That and if it were up to me I would skip this dumb coronation myself. He's bright for not coming. 

 But this is one of those thins I can't avoid; Looking at Toriel and happy she is to see me gussied up like this, in her kingdom colors... Seeing my brothers proud faces while they chat away about the event and all the things the three of us will do when I am officially part of the family...

I just don't have the heart to tell them I don't want to. 

All I really want is to spend time with- as cheesy as it sounds..- I only want to spend time with him. Pathetic... But I don't feel the same, let alone sane, without him around. I feel alone and scared. I'm more jumpy than I normally would be and have sort of secluded myself from others. I've been feeling very numb, pleading in my mind for all these mixed emotions to just shrivel away.  

Now I travel through these castle walls, exploring and greeting, trying to forget. But damn, I have a vivid memory and a knack for remembering things that make my heart sing. To my dismay, the kiss he and I shared has me absolutely lovesick. I must be so naive for saying that.       

((Sorry for the short chapter loves, but I have been in a bit of family brawls lately and haven't been well in my head so... Here is what I had done! Hope it was okay, much love!

~Eko))