It was as though everyone were waking up from one of Nicole's sleeping spells. Elaine stood, dazed for a moment. She stared at the frog on the ground, then quietly scooped it up in her hands. She would place it in the palace's fountain. There, the former queen would be content as a frog, swimming, catching flies, and evading the gulping beaks of herons that flew overhead. Elaine might even give the frog a little golden ball to play with.