Queen Amber.
Do you have any names 
to share?
-No.
-No.
I've been thinking,
I want this baby
to have a normal life.
Our child will be
heir to the kingdom.
Still, I went to public school
and I was riding the subway
by myself when I was ten.
We'll find a new definition
of normal together.
But no subway riding.
Well, luckily for you,
Aldovia doesn't have a subway.
Tonight, your majesties
will sign the truce 
between Aldovia and Penglia.
I'll be the first queen
to sign it.
The Penglians 
are quite traditional.
We, the queens, could bring
the treaty up to date.
You wish to modernize
our 600-year-old tradition?
History isn't made
by those who follow rules.
May I also offer our service?
I have seen the artifact.
It's a bit tacky.
It's a priceless work of art.
It is my honor to preside
over this sacred truce.
Let the signing begin.
Perhaps now
it can be replaced
with something
more palatable.
Who in this palace
had the means,
the opportunity, the motive?
If the sacred truce is broken,
there will be a curse
on the firstborn child.
If the treaty isn't signed
by midnight, Christmas Eve,
it takes effect.
The treaty is missing
and if we don't find it,
our baby is cursed.
You'll have to explain
that one.
-It's a long story.
-Emphasis on "story".
I'll be on the first flight in.
Could you please bring me 
some bagels?
Don't judge my cravings.
It's going to be fine.
I don't know if I'm ready 
to be a queen and a mom.
-The plane is standing by.
-We depart at first clearing.
I know you don't believe
in the curse,
but right now,
I need your help.
We'll leave no stone unturned.
No one does Christmas
like the Aldovians.
What is it?
I can't even reach
my own slippers.
Allow me.
Perfect fit.
