“Mike, I think it’s in the back room if you’re heading that way.” Simone calls.

Mike sniggers, causing Lars to give him a hard, caustic stare. Great, Mike thinks, Lars already has his best grumpy-bastard face on.

“Just come help me find it yeah.” Lars follows Mike into the back room with an irritated pout on his face, which Mike would find funny if he wasn’t so annoyed.

They find the Ice Queen’s tiara below several layers of feather bowers which now lie strewn at their feet.

Lars’s eyes soften as he leans in, lifting the crown to Mike’s head.