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[Enchanted] The title fits...
Wow, Enchanted was a beautiful movie. Of course it catered to my every taste so unless it was terrible like Ella Enchanted I thought I would be a worthwhile experience! Amy Adams is perfect as Giselle and the story, oh god the story was beautiful. Tropes turned on their head! Parody and self-conscious referencing! Moments that made my heart go all aflutter in glee! Plot bunnies chewing on me! So spoiler rambling and fic after the cut.
I find it hilarious that, despite finding Giselle/Robert very OTP and having ideas, like the necessary in-series moment where Morgan takes Giselle to her karate class, or Giselle post-ending giving the deserting mom a good princess righteous scolding, in the end I just want to write snippets of Nancy/Edward.
Guys, I think I have a complex.
OH AND PIP. I LOVE YOU PIP, YOU MUCH ABUSED ANIMAL SIDEKICK!
It was one thing for Nancy Tremaine to slip on a pair of perfectly fitted shoes, pick up her skirt, and leave her life behind to go gallivanting off in Andalasia. It was quite another to perform damage control that comes following on the heels of ‘After’ in her Happily Ever After.
That didn’t mean that things suddenly fell apart once she and Edward were married. On the contrary, that heady dream-like feeling of impulse that took her by the hand, or more like the way Edward took her by the foot, seemed to settle in her quite comfortably. So that the sky seemed bluer, the birds’ songs seemed sweeter and everything was right in the world to the point where Nancy could begin to see how Giselle could keep her hope buoyant in the midst of New York City.
At the same time, Edward wasn’t unreceptive to the differences in his princess’ worldview. His eagerness to talk (or sing, he liked that too) to her about the tribulations he faced while searching her world became a wonderful foundation for their relationship. There was also something a little less vainglorious and a little less cocksure for him to have found what he thought was True Love and discover it a mistake. It made his forthright declarations seem braver to Nancy. And, besides, she rather liked explaining the concept of a honeymoon to him.
But although their love seemed to blossom in almost perfect, fairytale bliss there was another complication in the works. Something that usually crops up even in the most archetypical of tales.
Extended family.
“My dearest heart, my truest love,” Prince Edward proclaimed, “if my stepmother can turn into a dragon and wreak havoc on parapets and battlements, surely I could handle your parents. You…did say there were two of them, yes?”
Nancy took Edward’s hand in hers, prying it away from where it had instinctively rested on the hilt of his sword at the mention of his new in-laws. “Yes. But they’re difficult in a different way.”
Edward looked crestfallen when he found she had disarmed him so readily, but nevertheless he gave her hand a squeeze as they went off to see her parents.
“Why didn’t you call us to tell us you were getting married?” Mrs. Tremaine huffed, “I know you have the same calling plan we did. Don’t tell me you couldn’t get a signal...”
Nancy sighed inwardly, remembering that the remains of her shiny black razor phone were now used as linings for the local jackdaws’ nests. They were very appreciative of her gesture, but unfortunately couldn’t help her now. “It was a spur of the moment thing, Mom.”
“Did he take you to Vegas?” Mr. Tremain butted in, stroking his unshaven whiskers in a disapproving manner.
“Oh no, Andalasia,” Edward supplied.
“I heard of that place. It’s near Luxor, right?” His scowl eased. “Least it’s high class.”
“You have to understand, we were caught up in the moment. You know what that’s like, Mom. You’re a romantic.”
“But that Robert fellow was nice. And you had been together so long, how can we know whether or not Edward will be good enough for you?”
“Mom, he’s a prince.”
“I’m glad he treats you so well, but there are careers to consider.”
“No, a real prince.”
Edward looked up from where he was trying to clean his teeth with the tip of his tongue and gave Mrs. Tremaine a dazzling smile.
“I still say lawyers are guaranteed job stability.”
“So, the wife tells me yer from outta town.” Mr. Tremaine moved to give Edward a manly slap on the shoulder but seemed surprised when the epaulettes of his outfit left his hand in a cushion pillow soft.
“Indeed!” Edward beamed. “I had traveled far and wide, past the meadows of joy and the waterfall of slight trepidation, but never before had I found a place like this New York. Nor had I found a woman like your daughter, Nancy.”
“Right, you said that. So tell me, d’you like the Cubs?”
“Cubs? Why, I do admire their rapscallion spirit and find them to be excellent wrestling partners! Although they yield faster than most.”
“...eh, good enough. But you better warm up to the Yankees come the World Series, is all I’m saying.”
Halfway through dinner, and an impromptu serenade by Edward, Nancy and her mother sat on the balcony to chat.
“I’m not sure about this, but...do you love him, Nancy?” Mrs. Tremaine asked, the faint wrinkles on her face growing deeper with each tug of concern. She was a plain looking woman, while Nancy had inherited her father’s striking features in a way that wasn’t always picture perfect. But Nancy had always hoped when she got older she would at least have crow’s feet at the corner of eyes like her mother did. It was what she thought of as a mark of happiness.
Nancy nodded slowly. “I do.”
“And he loves you?”
“He does...” And there went her heart, fluttering again.
“Are you sure he’s not gay?”
“—MOM!”
“He’s very Broadway, dear. I can’t think of the last straight man I’ve seen in tights singing songs like that. It’s almost too good to be true.”
Nancy resisted the urge to put her head in her hands. “But it is true. All of it, even the parts that make no sense. Or at least the kind of rational sense I’ve always known.”
“I’ve met the talking chipmunk, after that I think I could believe anything.”
“Even the part where he fell in love with me almost instantly and made me his princess?”
“Oh sweetie,” Mrs. Tremaine said softly and leaned over to hug her daughter. “You were always a princess to us. Now you’ve just found a place that fits.”
In the silence of the moment both women heard the familiar strains of Prince Edward beginning a rousing dance number of “What I’d Give for Your Daughter’s Hand and Everything.”
Nancy stood up and gave her mother a winsome smile. “Be back in a minute or two, I think I’m supposed to harmonize the bridge.”
“So, was it worse than fighting a troll?” Nancy asked, after everything was said and done.
Prince Edward laughed then abruptly went silent as he debated against himself. “He called me Eddie.”
“I think that means he likes you.”
“But I’m not a current of water, and I would expect him to like me as I am your true love and he admitted he would be keeping his eye on me. ...how does your mother feel about this?”
“She’s getting used to it. But don’t worry. It may take time but soon enough she’ll be expecting grandchildren from us.”
“Grandchildren? Hmm, I suppose I should think of the future heirs to Andalasia.”
Nancy crossed her arms. “You you’re only thinking of sons?”
“Sons?” Edward blinked confusedly. “No, daughters! The throne passes down through the female line. Why else would Narcissa be so intent on destroying the one I was to marry, and not me?”
“...oh,” said Nancy. “So this means technically I rule everything instead of you?”
“Just as you rule my heart.”
Nancy didn’t know why, but somehow they knew that was how it was always supposed to be, and she believed him.
Other news, I saw the extended trailer for the Golden Compass and eeeeeeeeeeeeeee, my Christmas spirit is embodied in the form of a giant mercenary polar bear with armor. Iorek! Ioreeeeeek ♥
I find it hilarious that, despite finding Giselle/Robert very OTP and having ideas, like the necessary in-series moment where Morgan takes Giselle to her karate class, or Giselle post-ending giving the deserting mom a good princess righteous scolding, in the end I just want to write snippets of Nancy/Edward.
Guys, I think I have a complex.
OH AND PIP. I LOVE YOU PIP, YOU MUCH ABUSED ANIMAL SIDEKICK!
It was one thing for Nancy Tremaine to slip on a pair of perfectly fitted shoes, pick up her skirt, and leave her life behind to go gallivanting off in Andalasia. It was quite another to perform damage control that comes following on the heels of ‘After’ in her Happily Ever After.
That didn’t mean that things suddenly fell apart once she and Edward were married. On the contrary, that heady dream-like feeling of impulse that took her by the hand, or more like the way Edward took her by the foot, seemed to settle in her quite comfortably. So that the sky seemed bluer, the birds’ songs seemed sweeter and everything was right in the world to the point where Nancy could begin to see how Giselle could keep her hope buoyant in the midst of New York City.
At the same time, Edward wasn’t unreceptive to the differences in his princess’ worldview. His eagerness to talk (or sing, he liked that too) to her about the tribulations he faced while searching her world became a wonderful foundation for their relationship. There was also something a little less vainglorious and a little less cocksure for him to have found what he thought was True Love and discover it a mistake. It made his forthright declarations seem braver to Nancy. And, besides, she rather liked explaining the concept of a honeymoon to him.
But although their love seemed to blossom in almost perfect, fairytale bliss there was another complication in the works. Something that usually crops up even in the most archetypical of tales.
Extended family.
“My dearest heart, my truest love,” Prince Edward proclaimed, “if my stepmother can turn into a dragon and wreak havoc on parapets and battlements, surely I could handle your parents. You…did say there were two of them, yes?”
Nancy took Edward’s hand in hers, prying it away from where it had instinctively rested on the hilt of his sword at the mention of his new in-laws. “Yes. But they’re difficult in a different way.”
Edward looked crestfallen when he found she had disarmed him so readily, but nevertheless he gave her hand a squeeze as they went off to see her parents.
“Why didn’t you call us to tell us you were getting married?” Mrs. Tremaine huffed, “I know you have the same calling plan we did. Don’t tell me you couldn’t get a signal...”
Nancy sighed inwardly, remembering that the remains of her shiny black razor phone were now used as linings for the local jackdaws’ nests. They were very appreciative of her gesture, but unfortunately couldn’t help her now. “It was a spur of the moment thing, Mom.”
“Did he take you to Vegas?” Mr. Tremain butted in, stroking his unshaven whiskers in a disapproving manner.
“Oh no, Andalasia,” Edward supplied.
“I heard of that place. It’s near Luxor, right?” His scowl eased. “Least it’s high class.”
“You have to understand, we were caught up in the moment. You know what that’s like, Mom. You’re a romantic.”
“But that Robert fellow was nice. And you had been together so long, how can we know whether or not Edward will be good enough for you?”
“Mom, he’s a prince.”
“I’m glad he treats you so well, but there are careers to consider.”
“No, a real prince.”
Edward looked up from where he was trying to clean his teeth with the tip of his tongue and gave Mrs. Tremaine a dazzling smile.
“I still say lawyers are guaranteed job stability.”
“So, the wife tells me yer from outta town.” Mr. Tremaine moved to give Edward a manly slap on the shoulder but seemed surprised when the epaulettes of his outfit left his hand in a cushion pillow soft.
“Indeed!” Edward beamed. “I had traveled far and wide, past the meadows of joy and the waterfall of slight trepidation, but never before had I found a place like this New York. Nor had I found a woman like your daughter, Nancy.”
“Right, you said that. So tell me, d’you like the Cubs?”
“Cubs? Why, I do admire their rapscallion spirit and find them to be excellent wrestling partners! Although they yield faster than most.”
“...eh, good enough. But you better warm up to the Yankees come the World Series, is all I’m saying.”
Halfway through dinner, and an impromptu serenade by Edward, Nancy and her mother sat on the balcony to chat.
“I’m not sure about this, but...do you love him, Nancy?” Mrs. Tremaine asked, the faint wrinkles on her face growing deeper with each tug of concern. She was a plain looking woman, while Nancy had inherited her father’s striking features in a way that wasn’t always picture perfect. But Nancy had always hoped when she got older she would at least have crow’s feet at the corner of eyes like her mother did. It was what she thought of as a mark of happiness.
Nancy nodded slowly. “I do.”
“And he loves you?”
“He does...” And there went her heart, fluttering again.
“Are you sure he’s not gay?”
“—MOM!”
“He’s very Broadway, dear. I can’t think of the last straight man I’ve seen in tights singing songs like that. It’s almost too good to be true.”
Nancy resisted the urge to put her head in her hands. “But it is true. All of it, even the parts that make no sense. Or at least the kind of rational sense I’ve always known.”
“I’ve met the talking chipmunk, after that I think I could believe anything.”
“Even the part where he fell in love with me almost instantly and made me his princess?”
“Oh sweetie,” Mrs. Tremaine said softly and leaned over to hug her daughter. “You were always a princess to us. Now you’ve just found a place that fits.”
In the silence of the moment both women heard the familiar strains of Prince Edward beginning a rousing dance number of “What I’d Give for Your Daughter’s Hand and Everything.”
Nancy stood up and gave her mother a winsome smile. “Be back in a minute or two, I think I’m supposed to harmonize the bridge.”
“So, was it worse than fighting a troll?” Nancy asked, after everything was said and done.
Prince Edward laughed then abruptly went silent as he debated against himself. “He called me Eddie.”
“I think that means he likes you.”
“But I’m not a current of water, and I would expect him to like me as I am your true love and he admitted he would be keeping his eye on me. ...how does your mother feel about this?”
“She’s getting used to it. But don’t worry. It may take time but soon enough she’ll be expecting grandchildren from us.”
“Grandchildren? Hmm, I suppose I should think of the future heirs to Andalasia.”
Nancy crossed her arms. “You you’re only thinking of sons?”
“Sons?” Edward blinked confusedly. “No, daughters! The throne passes down through the female line. Why else would Narcissa be so intent on destroying the one I was to marry, and not me?”
“...oh,” said Nancy. “So this means technically I rule everything instead of you?”
“Just as you rule my heart.”
Nancy didn’t know why, but somehow they knew that was how it was always supposed to be, and she believed him.
Other news, I saw the extended trailer for the Golden Compass and eeeeeeeeeeeeeee, my Christmas spirit is embodied in the form of a giant mercenary polar bear with armor. Iorek! Ioreeeeeek ♥