"I suppose you wouldn't be, snow princess," Prussia pulled herself to her full height, balancing precariously on the blades as she did.

Life was getting rather dreary for her in the Gardens. Aside from stealing (or rather borrowing) Austria's flute, she'd hardly been up to any sort of proper and legitimate mischief. The chance of competitiveness despite the threat of humiliation was getting appealing.

"What do I get when I win?" she asked over her shoulder, already stilting toward the exit.