There were a great many wondrous things in Wonderland, by it's very nature. There were turtle islands, and there were marshmallow bogs, and of course clothes horses, but what one didn't see were ships that floated and landed in places that were definitely not the kingdom that she had been ruling over for longer than she cared to remember. Hands tightened into fists at her sides, hidden beneath the long red velvet of her dress. She was still wearing what she had been back at home, which was a relief, and one that grew exponentially as she reached up and brushed her fingers over her blond bun, and of course the crown that acted as an anchor for it. Those rubies and diamonds had cost her everything; she wasn't about to lose them because she'd ended up on an odd boat.
Maps and odd boxes did not answers make, so Anastasia brushed past those people and looked around for someone who could give her a real solution on how to return home. Her voice was haughty but soft and with an upper class British accent. "You there, darling," there is no note of anything personal in that term of endearment. "Can you tell me how one goes about returning home? I do have some terribly important plans that I need to be getting on with."
Anastasia, The Red Queen | OUAT: In Wonderland.
There were a great many wondrous things in Wonderland, by it's very nature. There were turtle islands, and there were marshmallow bogs, and of course clothes horses, but what one didn't see were ships that floated and landed in places that were definitely not the kingdom that she had been ruling over for longer than she cared to remember. Hands tightened into fists at her sides, hidden beneath the long red velvet of her dress. She was still wearing what she had been back at home, which was a relief, and one that grew exponentially as she reached up and brushed her fingers over her blond bun, and of course the crown that acted as an anchor for it. Those rubies and diamonds had cost her everything; she wasn't about to lose them because she'd ended up on an odd boat.
Maps and odd boxes did not answers make, so Anastasia brushed past those people and looked around for someone who could give her a real solution on how to return home. Her voice was haughty but soft and with an upper class British accent. "You there, darling," there is no note of anything personal in that term of endearment. "Can you tell me how one goes about returning home? I do have some terribly important plans that I need to be getting on with."