All language subtitles for Royally_Wrapped_for_Christmas_2021_GAC_1080p_WEB-DL_EAC3_x264-Poke

- All of these,
just this morning?

- And another delivery
coming at noon.

(chuckling)

- You know, retailers think
the season is about shopping,

but I am convinced
people love to give.

Okay, uh, let's start by sorting
out the dolls and trucks.

- Okay. We're gonna need another
room just for soccer balls.

(laughing)
- Well, Monica,

as the song goes,
Christmas is the most

wonderful time of the year.

- Well, the second verse
should say it's crazy.

I woke up with a piece
of Scotch tape behind my ear.

- No, you did not.
- Yes, I did.

(laughing, sighing)

- You know, this must be what
the North Pole feels like.

- But with no elves to help out.

- We have elves.
Our elves are the volunteers

who are going to wrap gifts
with us at the festival today.

- Okay, okay. I'm just glad
there's a month

before you leave for Valdonia.
- Oh, I know.

Don't worry, I would never
leave you with all this work,

100-year anniversary or not.

(phone ringing)

- Okay, I can hear the phone,

but I do not see it.

(phone ringing)

- Festive Heart Foundation.

- Hi, is Lindsay there?
- This is she.

- We've run out of gifts
at the hospital.

- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

- And we have a gift exchange
this afternoon.

- You know what, leave it to me.
I can be there in 30 minutes.

- Okay, thanks.
- See you soon.

- Um, where are you going?

The festival is this afternoon.

- New patients just arrived
at the children's hospital

and they're having
a gift exchange today, so...

You know me,

I can't stand the idea
of a child

going without a Christmas gift.

(sighing)
- Well...

We will hold down the fort.

- Alright.
- Got enough?

- Mm-hmm. Be back soon.

- Okay, good luck.
- Thank you.

(door opening)

- Between us girls,

you just witnessed
why that woman

only has bows and wrapping paper
in her life.

(lively music)

(indistinct chatter)

(bells ringing)

- Hi.

- I think we have twice as many
gifts as last year.

- Ah, that's so wonderful.

Okay, we're getting low on bows.

I have some more in the van,
I'll be right back.

¶ See the blazing
Yule before us ¶

¶ Fa la la la la la la... ¶

- It's beginning to look
a lot like Christmas.

Isn't it, Your Highness?

- Willard, you need
to rethink your retirement.

I think you would miss your
foundation work far too much.

- You could be right.

I've decided to postpone
my decision

until after our hundredth
anniversary celebration.

- Uh, it's much larger
than I expected.

- Yes, sire,
it's quite delightful, isn't it?

I'm glad you decided to join me
in seeing it this year.

- Remind me, the person
who manages

the New York branch is...
- Lindsay Peterson.

Not only does she serve
more children at Christmas

than anyone other manager,

this festival was her idea,

as a way to involve
the entire city in the giving.

- It is something, isn't it?

Perhaps we should split up
to take it all in.

- Indeed.
- Uh, Willard?

- Yes.

- Remember,

I'm just a foundation
representative today.

Don't want to make people
unnecessarily nervous.

- Yes, sire.

It's your foundation,
whatever you wish.

- Thank you.

(grunting)

Pardon me.
- No, I'm sorry, I...

I wasn't looking.
- Let me help.

- Um, you know, I think
I can gather them myself.

- Am I being more
of a hindrance than a help?

- Well, I'm not normally one
to discourage a volunteer,

but in this case, um....

- I confess. I don't know
much about Christmas bows.

- Oh, they are the perfect touch
to a wrapped gift.

- Uh, come to think of it,
I've never wrapped a gift.

- Never?

What do you do
at Christmas time?

You just hand someone their gift
in the shopping bag?

- Well, I don't really
shop either.

- So you don't wrap,
you don't shop.

- No.
- Not the giving type?

- Oh, I wouldn't say that
exactly.

(chuckling)
- You do know you're at

the Festive Heart
Foundation's festival, right?

Where the whole point is kind of
giving and wrapping...

- I am aware.
- Oh, well...

Then, you have come
to the right place,

because I think we can repair
that Grinch heart of yours.

Just come over to the table.

I will personally teach you
how to wrap a gift.

- Grinch heart?

- Hey. More bows.
- Oh.

- Goodness,
those look so amazing.

Thank you, everyone.
(sighing)

Mr. Harlow! We were hoping

that we'd see you
in New York this year.

Merry Christmas!

- Lovely to see you again,

Ms. Peterson.
- Mr. Harlow?

The Mr. Harlow?!

- Monica, please
let me introduce you

to Mr. Willard Harlow,
international director

of the Festive Heart Foundation.

- I'm sorry to come unannounced,

but with all the planning
for the anniversary gala

in Valdonia, I wasn't sure
I would make it.

You've done very well,
Ms. Peterson.

It represents the heart
of the foundation perfectly.

- Thank you so much.
Your opinion means a lot to me.

- If you'd allow, I think
I'd like to wrap some toys.

Nothing like it, to put one
into the Christmas spirit.

- Sounds like a splendid idea.

- Allow me to introduce
my colleague.

Mister...
- Grinch Heart.

Mr. Grinch Heart.

- Welcome, uh, Mr. Heart.
(chuckling)

- I'm so terribly sorry.

I had no idea that you worked
for the foundation.

- I wouldn't worry.

Santa's naughty list
may not be completed yet.

You said you would teach me.

Shall we wrap some toys?

- Sure

- Oh.

That makes eight.

How many are left?
- Uh, too many,

but you're really
getting the hang of it.

- I must say, that was
a stellar experience.

- Sometimes, when I'm wrapping
a toy,

I remember I'm becoming
central character

in a child's Christmas story.

- Ladies, the festival
is magnificent.

But we will leave and let you
return to your work here.

- It was so great having you.

- Before flying back
to Valdonia tomorrow,

may I come by the office
in the morning

to speak with you?
- Of course.

- Thank you...

for all your hard work,
on behalf of the royal family.

- It was really wonderful
having you.

- Okay, I know he works
for the foundation,

but he must be
an accountant or something.

That was some
of the most haphazardly

wrapped gifts I've ever seen.

- I know. Don't worry,
I'll rewrap them tomorrow.

- Can't deny it, though,
cute accountant.

(soft holiday music)

- You know, don't you, Lindsay,

that your branch
of the foundation

serves more children
than any other.

- Well, New York is a big place.

- Not as big as the world.

- The world?

- I know this is terribly
last minute,

but I am hoping you
will come to Valdonia

earlier than planned.

- Earlier?

- I've decided to invite
several branch managers

to assist me
with the anniversary gala.

- Okay, well, how much earlier?

- The flight leaves in a week.

Please come.

I believe you have
a lot to contribute

to the future of the foundation.

- Well, it's just...
- She'll be there.

- We should be getting
to the airport.

- Ms. Peterson.
- Lindsay.

- Lindsay...

I can't seem to find
the gifts I wrapped.

I remember it was a distinct
snowman wrapping paper.

- I, uh, haven't taken
all of the gifts

out of the van, yet.

- Oh... That explains it.

Thanks again. Both of you.

Perhaps I'll see you
in Valdonia.

- Goodbye. And thanks again.

(curious music)

(sighing)

- I think that accountant
likes you.

- Well, not anymore,

he just saw his wrapping paper
in the recycling bin.

- One week. You've got
some shopping to do.

- How can I possibly go early?

Okay.

(light music)

(barking)

- Okay, traffic is brutal,

so we should leave a few minutes
early to get to the airport.

Is that all you're taking?
- Hmm?

Yeah, so I left detailed
instructions on your desk

and every single
neighbourhood has been

labelled and alphabetized.

- Okay, dial it down,
control freak.

I've worked with you
for three years.

I think I can manage.
- Yes.

- Please tell me you
at least packed

a gown for the Christmas gala.

- No, I packed my red dress.
- Lindsay!

This is the trip of a lifetime!

Please don't make me inspect
the contents of your suitcase.

- You're making a bigger deal
than this is.

- Okay, what is this about?

Is it your mom?
How did she take the news

that you won't be home
for Christmas?

- Great. She told me
to have a wonderful time

and then she booked an island
getaway with her friends.

- Okay, obviously, you need me
to tell you what this is about.

I heard you talking
to that woman at the festival,

saying that you just
wrap gifts for a living.

You always sell yourself short.
You downplay your talent.

So, now the foundation
is giving you some recognition,

you're doubting yourself.

- Monica, come on,
these people are royalty.

Mr. Harlow runs
a global charity,

I'm just some girl
from Brooklyn.

- You do Brooklyn proud.

You have one of the finest
hearts I have ever known.

And know, you get to spend
Christmas in a kingdom!

Stop worrying.

I'll make sure the kids
get their gifts.

- Okay, thank you.

(laughing)
Oh, and speaking of gifts...

- Mm-hmm...
- You know what I always say...

- One to keep and one to give.

- This is yours to give,
which is cookies,

but I'm sure you'll find someone
who could use the joy

of gingerbread this Christmas.

- Okay.

This is for you to give.

- Okay.
- No peeking.

You'll know when you find
the person that needs it.

- Okay.

And this one is for you to keep.

Merry Christmas, Monica.

(soft music)

- Thank you.

- Of course.
- I love it.

Okay, now, you.

To keep.

(chuckling)

Have a royal adventure
in Valdonia.

Just don't come back all posh

after spending Christmas
with the blue bloods.

- Mmm.

(laughing)

- Come on, Princess Lindsay,

you don't want to miss
your horse and carriage.

- Yes.
(laughing)

(lively holiday music)

- Welcome to Valdonia,
Ms. Peterson.

The butler will get your bag.

(car door closing)

(gentle music)

It's quite grand, isn't it?

- Yes.

- The footman will show you
to your room.

Please join us for the reception
in one hour.

(sighing)

(sighing)

(curious music)

- Well, if you're going
to watch over me like this,

I guess we might as well
get to know each other.

I'm Lindsay.

(chuckling)

Don't worry,
it's just a trinket.

I'll leave the real
crown wearing to you.

(orchestral music)

- Hello! I'm Mathilda Anon.

Tilly, director of the
foundation's Mumbai branch.

- Hi, Lindsay Peterson.

- Lindsay Peterson?
Of New York City?

- Yeah.
- Shane Kelly, Dublin.

- Nice meeting you, Lindsay.

Consider yourself
warned about Shane.

- Warned?
- Not all Irishmen

are full of mischief,
but this one is.

- Well, just think
of where you'd be

without the Irish, Lindsay.

Have you heard
"God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen"

on a fiddle and a tin whistle?

- Can't say that I have.

- Ooh. You don't know
what you're missing.

Now, admittedly,
it's not that restful.

But certainly is merry.

(laughing)
- See what I mean?

- It's part of my charm,
Tilly, dear.

- Huh, well, it's nice to--
- Good afternoon!

Welcome.

I am pleased

that the three of you
have joined us before the gala.

I'm sure you're wondering
why you are here.

It has been the great privilege
of my life

to serve the foundation
and the royal family.

Since this is our
one-hundredth anniversary,

I want it to be extra special.

I'm nearing retirement age.

But you are young

and full of innovative ideas.

As a matter of fact,

you are the most successful
branch managers

the foundation employs.

It struck me several weeks ago,

an anniversary celebration

should not just remember
the past,

but it should look
to the future as well.

In the Kingdom of Valdonia,

we embrace centuries-old
traditions,

which is a wonderful thing.

But...

some new ideas may prove helpful
for the next 100 years.

What do you say?

I think you may just be the key

to giving the royal family
and parliament some new vision.

Perhaps we can unearth
a road map

to the future
as we celebrate the past.

- We'd be honoured, sir.

- Now, I must ask you
to form a line just there

so that the royal family
can greet you.

It is my great honour
to introduce your hosts,

Her Majesty, Queen Rayna,

and her son, His Royal Highness,
Prince Aiden.

(mumbling)

- Thank you all for accepting

the invitation
to visit the palace.

In less than a week,
this very room

will be full of guests
for the holiday gala.

Mr. Shane Kelly.
I'm very pleased to meet you.

Welcome to the palace.
- Thank you.

- Welcome to Valdonia.

- Thank you, Your Majesty.
Lindsay Peterson.

- From New York.

I understand you've met my son.

- Yes, I... Briefly.

- You've heard of King Richard
the Lionheart, Mother?

- Of course.

- I'm Prince Aiden
the Grinch Hearted.

- I'm afraid I don't understand.

- Lindsay did me a service.

She taught me how to wrap
a Christmas gift.

- Oh, the prince
was most helpful, Your Majesty.

He wrapped several gifts
at the festival.

- Eight.

But alas, I believe the toys

found themselves
mysteriously unwrapped.

- Delighted to have you,
Lindsay.

- Yes, Your Majesty.

Oh, Your Highness.
(chuckling)

- Lindsay, no need
to be so formal.

- I think there is. I...

You're not
an accountant anymore.

- I see. Uh...

Very well, Ms. Peterson.

Welcome to the kingdom.

- Thank you.

- Please.

(lively holiday music)

- Oh, wow. This kingdom
is even more charming

than I imagined.
- Yes. For hundreds of years,

we have preserved
our way of life.

That is why I have brought you
on this outing today.

- A history lesson?
- Precisely.

Before we discuss the future
of the foundation,

I'm going to teach you
about its past.

Starting with
the village bakery.

- Seems an odd place to start.

- Does it?

- Willard, my friend.
It's a Tuesday.

- Do tell me.

- Traditional French croissant

with spice cranberry jam

and clotted Christmas cream.

- Wonderful. We'll have four,
with tea, please.

- But where is your regular
Tuesday companion?

- When I tell him
what he's missed,

he will be terribly envious.
(laughing)

But today, we are on official
foundation business.

Do you mind if I show them?
- Be my guest.

- Please come this way.

This is the very first

Festive Heart Foundation
Christmas gift.

(door opening)

- Are you daring to have
a Tuesday without me, Willard?

- Croissants, Your Highness?

With Christmas cream?

- I'll prepare one for you,
Your Highness.

I'm closing the shop.
Sit in peace a moment.

- Thank you.

I see you've brought them back
to the very beginning.

- I thought it wise, sire.

- That is my great-great-aunt
Helena

who was the royal baker's
daughter.

- Really?

- Apparently, having
a sweet tooth runs in the family

because my great-great-uncle,
Prince Clovis,

frequented this very bakery.

And this is where Helena
caught his eye.

- And his taste buds.
(laughing)

- Uncle Clovis was the eldest

which made him first
in line to be king.

But he met a commoner
with a beautiful heart.

Helena was wrapping gifts
for children in need

as early as 1919,
right here in this bakery.

Her beautiful heart
was worth more than the throne

to Uncle Clovis.

So, my great-great-grandfather,

Clovis' younger brother,
Humphrey,

became king, and Clovis
was free to marry Helena.

And their love started
the Festive Heart Foundation

in 1921,

which turned into
a global effort

and is 100 years old
this Christmas.

Humphrey gave us prosperity,
Clovis taught us to give.

- And they both lived
happily ever after.

(chuckling)
- Indeed.

Uh, but, Clovis enjoyed
far better pastries.

(laughing)
- Croissants for everyone!

- Oh, please.

- Uh, Ms. Peterson.
- Lindsay, please,

Your Highness.
- Lindsay...

I wanted to ask you
to forgive me

for deceiving you in New York.

I meant well.

- Honestly, it was a bit
of a relief

to find out you were the prince.

I couldn't for the life of me
figure out

why an accountant had never
wrapped a Christmas gift.

- Shall we call it even, then?

I deceived you.
You labelled me Grinch-hearted,

which I admit was refreshing.

Everyone is usually so careful
with their words around me

since my father died.

- Well, I... deceived you too.

(sighing)

I rewrapped your gifts
from the festival.

- I knew it!
The truth comes out.

- I couldn't help it, okay?

Somebody had to protect
the reputation of Christmas.

(laughing)

No, honestly, sire,
you and your family

and the foundation
already do so, admirably.

- It is quite a story, isn't it?
- Yes.

- Helena and Clovis.
- Yes.

The would-be king
and the commoner.

- Yes.

(soft music)

Croissant?
- Yes.

(bright music)

(birds chirping)

- You heard him.
He said "retirement".

- He said,
"nearing retirement age."

That doesn't mean
Willard is retiring.

- Well, what better way then
to go out

with a splashy Christmas gala?

- And what if you're right?

- Then, I want the international
director position.

(laughing)
I'd be perfect.

- Would you, now?

- Well, what if he brought

the three of us here to test us,

to see who's better suited?

- Well, if you are right,

and I don't think you are,

I'd be interested
in the position as well.

- Ah. Well,
may the best man win.

- Or woman.

- What about you, Lindsay?

Should I consider
you a competitor?

Hello?

Earth to Lindsay!

- I'm so sorry.
Were you speaking to me?

- Well, what have you got there
that has your rapt attention?

- I was just working
on an idea for the gala.

- Go on. Let's hear it.

- Okay, well, when Willard
was talking to us

about the future
of the foundation,

I sensed that the royal family
and parliament

might need some convincing.

- Uh, blue bloods have been
always stuck in their tradition,

there's no doubt about that.

- Yeah. When the prince
was at the bakery,

he was so heartfelt.

You know, he's telling a story.

And I think that a story
is the best way

to convince someone.

- Go on.

- What if we told the story

of the foundation of the gala

using a series of gifts?

Each gift box would contain

a piece of the 100-year
anniversary story.

And then, they could be
unwrapped at different points

during the gala, perhaps by
the queen or the prince.

- And this gift?
- Oh, that's the last gift.

So, the last gift

would then reveal the future
of the foundation.

And if the royal family
reveals

the future of the foundation
in front of their subjects,

then surely, people would agree.

- Well, what's this grand future
that you're referring to?

- I haven't gotten that far yet.

(door opening)
- Ladies, Shane.

These are the plans
for the gala thus far.

Now...

the orchestra will be
positioned here.

Platform here, dance floor.

And this is our pastries table.

- Looks lovely.
- I've left this space blank.

I was thinking of preparing
a presentation of sorts

to commemorate the foundation.

- I think that we
should tell a story.

Using gifts.

And the last gift
should reveal the future.

Imagine if the queen
or the prince

opened all the gifts
in front of the guests.

A member of parliament
would surely be convinced.

- That is a fine idea, Shane.
Very good work.

Tilly, Lindsay, how do you feel
about Shane's idea?

- Yeah.
- Very fine indeed.

- Excellent. I will speak
to Prince Aiden.

I think he should be the one
to open each gift at the gala,

as the future king.

But it will be difficult for him

to work closely with us
this week.

He needs to prepare
for the arrival of the princess.

- Who?

- Prince Aiden was told
just yesterday

that he's been matched

with Princess
Dhalia of Marchessa.

- "Matched" as in "to marry"?

- Well, it's still the way
in royal families

to strengthen kingdoms
through marriage,

even in this modern age.

- Wow, I can't imagine.

- And the princess will arrive
just before Christmas

to meet the prince
and to attend the gala.

I'm quite fond of Aiden.
I do hope it works out.

- Yes.

- So, as we're planning,

let's just say
we shouldn't be surprised

if our gala
includes an engagement.

(lively holiday music)

(indistinct chatter)

- This exciting.
- Oh, I know.

There's nothing that invites
the holiday spirit

more than a Christmas
tree lighting.

- In Mumbai, as part
of our Christmas tradition,

after lighting
our Christmas trees,

we eat a slice of plum cake.

- Oh, that sounds so wonderful.

(chuckling)

- Merry Christmas, Valdonia.

It is my great honour
to announce the presence

of His Royal Highness
Prince Aiden.

(applause)

- Good evening.

It is lovely to be here

celebrating the kingdom
Christmas tradition with you.

Before we count down
and light our magnificent tree,

I would like to thank you all.

It has always been
our heartfelt wish

that every child receives
a gift under the tree.

And it is with great excitement

that we celebrate
the one-hundredth anniversary

of the Festive Heart Foundation
this Christmas.

(applause)

As we count down
and light our tree,

let us be mindful

that our light shines
beyond Valdonia

to countless numbers of children
across the globe.

Now, shall we?

Five...

(all): Four, three, two, one...

(indistinct murmurs)

(chuckling)

- Uh, perhaps the Christmas
elves didn't hear us.

(laughing)
Shall we try again?

Louder this time.

Alright, here we go.

(all): Five, four,
three, two, one...

(grand holiday music)

(cheering, applause)

(crowd singing)

¶ O come all ye faithful ¶

¶ Joyful and triumphant... ¶

- A little winter gardening,
Ms. Peterson?

- Hello, Your Highness.

(chuckling)

- Why do you insist
on formality?

I'd much prefer
if you'd call me Aiden.

- I...

I can't do it.
I'm so sorry.

But you're gonna be
king one day.

- Right. Very well.

Well, thank you
for your quick thinking.

- Oh.

- Oh, you, uh...

May I?

A stowaway.

(chuckling)

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

You single-handedly saved

the kingdom Christmas
tree lighting.

- Oh. Well, of course,
I had to do something.

You were such a...

Uh... What's the opposite
of a damsel in distress?

- A prince in peril.
- Mmm.

Consider yourself rescued.

- Oh... Thank you.

- Sire. There you are.

Wonderful ceremony.
- Thank you, Willard.

Uh, but don't give me
too much credit.

I had a knight
in shining armour.

(chuckling)

(gentle music)

(knocking on door)

(bells ringing in the distance)

- Oh, Your Highness.

- Good morning, Lindsay.
May I have a word?

- Certainly.

- Willard has asked me to join
the gala planning today.

He says Shane has come up
with a tremendous idea.

- Yes. Shane is quite inventive.

- I was wondering if you would
help me with something else.

- Of course.

- As you know, I've never
had occasion to shop for gifts.

(chuckling)
So, it seems I'm in need

of your expertise.
I need to find and purchase

a Christmas gift.

- For Princess Dhalia.

- Oh, you know about Dahlia.
- Congratulations.

- Yes, uh, thank you.

But I'm in quite
a double predicament.

I've never purchased
a Christmas gift

and I've never
met the recipient.

- Oh...

- I thought of having
my staff do it.

- No, no. You should definitely
choose this one yourself.

- Right.

- I'd be honoured to help you.

- You would?
- Of course.

Okay, well, even though
you've never met her,

you must know
something about her.

- I Googled her.
(laughing)

- Okay, well, that's a start.
And what did you learn?

- Good morning, Mother.
- Aiden.

Ms. Peterson.

- Your Majesty.

- Oh, the kingdom owes Lindsay
a debt of gratitude.

She rescued the tree lighting
last evening.

- Is that so?

(chuckling)

Um...

If you'll excuse me,
Your Majesty.

- Princess Dhalia
will be arriving soon.

I hope you are prepared.

- How does one exactly prepare
for marrying a stranger, Mother?

Good morning.

(soft music)

(door opening)

- You've already explained
about the gifts.

We need more details
about the plan.

- Yes, Shane. Please give us
the details of your plan.

- Well, it was just a
start of an idea, really.

Maybe Lindsay has more to add.

- I can't think of a single
thing, Shane.

Just kidding,
I have an idea or two.

Uh, okay, what if we started
with six oversized gift boxes

and each one were to represent
20 years

of the foundation's history.

- Oh, oh, please, sit down.

Uh, go on.

- Well, Your Highness,

I was thinking you could
tell the story

of the foundation's history
as you opened

the first five gift boxes.

Now, the first gift box
would contain

a picture of your Aunt Helena.

Of course, we would have it
enlarged so that the audience

could see it clearly.

And the sixth gift box,
the final gift box,

would represent the next
20 years,

or the future
of the foundation.

- I love it.

- What of the future,
Ms. Peterson?

We have long-standing
traditions here in Valdonia.

I should know what changes
I'm proposing.

- Well, I do have a thought,

but it's an awfully big idea.

- Well, after seeing
your festival in New York,

I would say you specialize
in big ideas.

Let's hear it.
- Okay.

What if there was a way to make
the world a more giving place?

- You have a plan to make
the whole world more giving?

- Well...

- Maybe you should work
for the United Nations.

(chuckling)

- Go on, Lindsay.

(sighing)
- No, Shane's probably right.

It's probably not plausible,

but I'm sure we can come up
with some other

wonderful ideas
for the next 20 years.

- I like the effort though,
Lindsay.

Let's spend the day deciding

what the first five boxes
will contain,

and then we'll tackle the sixth.

- Okay.

- Shane is in charge
of constructing

the oversized gift boxes.
- Yes.

- Tilly, with your expert
graphic design skills,

you will professionally format
the contents of each box.

- My pleasure.

- Sire, we need two things
from you.

First, ask Her Majesty
what she remembers.

Was there something special
that prompted Helena

to give the first gift?

- My mother knows
our family history

as if it happened yesterday.

- Excellent.
And you'll need to prepare

what to say at the gala.

- Lindsay and I
can work on that.

- That makes sense,
because Lindsay,

you are in charge
of the contents

of the elusive box, number six.

We're counting on you.

(sighing)
I think we need a break.

Dinner is in two hours.

- If it's all the same to you,

I'll stay and organize our ideas

into a team task list
we can all follow.

- Thank you, Tilly.

- Great. I could use
some fresh air.

- I'm going for a pint.

(door opening)

(soft music)

- In the summertime, these beds
are filled with fragrant blooms.

- Oh...

You know,
there's something magical

about the snow
covering everything.

- Father loved this garden.

He used to take me here
after a snowfall.

- Oh...
(laughing)

- No doubt you've seen
the snowmen

throughout the palace.
- Mm-hmm.

- My father had great wit.

He would fashion people
he knew out of snow.

- Really?
(laughing)

Custom snowmen.
- Precisely.

- Huh.

Sounds like he must've been
a lot of fun.

- Despite the demands
of ruling the kingdom,

he was a wonderful father.

- Well, he just knew
what was truly important.

- He did.

- That's hard for me, sometimes.

I don't know, my friend,
Monica, she...

(chuckling)

She always says the only thing
I have in my life

is bows and gift wrap.

But I actually think those
are really important things

to children at Christmas time.

- I suspect I wouldn't fare well
under Monica's scrutiny either.

- Well, I guess everyone
needs a friend

who tells them the truth.

- Like someone who dares to say,

"You're hopeless at wrapping
gifts, Your Highness"?

- Yes, actually.
Someone exactly like that.

(laughing)

Well, I said I wanted to get
some fresh air.

You want to customize a snowman?

- Let's make Willard.

- Yes, yes!
(laughing)

- Uh, but it won't be
complete without spectacles.

So, what...
- Uh...

Um... Okay.

Ah.

- Uh...

- One moment. No peeking.

(laughing)
- I got...

- Oh, it's perfect.
(laughing)

Oh, yes.

I would say that that...

that's the likeness
of the Willard

we all know and love,
wouldn't you say?

- It's perfect.
(laughing)

I haven't done this
in a long time.

Not since my father died.

Thank you.

- Well...

Hopefully it brought back
happy memories with your dad.

- Carefree days. Yes.

Uh... We should head back.

- Yes.
- Alright. Goodbye, Willard.

(laughing)

You are a puzzle,
Lindsay Peterson.

- Me?
- Such definite thoughts

on fashioning spectacles,

but reluctant to share
other ideas.

- I don't know what you mean.

- You have an idea
about that sixth gift,

I know you do.

- Yeah, well...

Who dares to think they could
actually change the whole world?

- I'm fairly certain that's how
all the best ideas start.

Daring to think.

- Speaking of ideas,
I have a present idea

for Princess Dhalia.

- Are you changing the subject?

- Well, I read that
she was patroness

of a rescue animal charity.

So maybe you could get her
a shelter dog.

You know, I mean,

a furry companion would really
help comfort her

as she's moving
into a new place.

- You are good at this,
aren't you?

I just...

- Just what?

- I'm going to marry this woman.

I wish I knew more about her.

- Well, she's beautiful.

- That she is.

- Look, I'll tell you what,
she's gonna arrive

the day of the gala, right?

Okay, so that gives us
four more days.

We could do a lot more research

and we will come up
with the perfect gift.

And then, maybe after the gala,

maybe on Christmas Eve,
you could present it to her.

But if you're not going
with the dog idea,

I have to insist that I wrap
the gift. Me, not you, okay?

First impressions are critical,
Prince Aiden.

- You called me Aiden.

- I called you Prince... Aiden.

- It's a start.

Now, tell me your idea.

- Well, it's...

it's more of an idea
I have to show you.

I assume this giant place
has a kitchen, right?

- Your world-changing idea
begins in a kitchen?

- Just might.
- Now I must know.

I'm dining with my mother
later this evening.

After.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, I've been meaning to ask,
who is the woman in my room?

That portrait above
my fireplace.

- You are in Lilibeth's room.

Remember when I mentioned
King Humphrey

who assumed the throne
in Clovis' stead?

That was his queen from...

Hmm, come to think of it,

I don't remember what kingdom
Lilibeth was from.

- Well, I'm just happy
to know her name.

Makes our conversations
less awkward.

- I suspect
she's a great listener.

- Oh, the best.
(laughing)

(soft music)

- And each gift tells
the history of the foundation.

- What a nice idea.

And well thought out,
I should say.

- Yes. But we do need your help.

I know you've told me the story
of Helena and Clovis many times.

- Yes, wonderful people.

- And the Festive Heart
Foundation

is such an integral part
of who we are here in Valdonia.

And I know it originated
with Helena.

- Hmm.

- I would like to tell
her story properly.

So I need you
to fill in the details.

- What would you like to know?

- Do you happen to know
what prompted Helena

to give the first gift?

The one that started the whole
idea of the foundation.

- Sorry?

I... just can't help thinking

that it must've been something

or someone who Helena
was concerned about.

(laughing)

- How would I know
something like that?

It's such a long time ago.

- Mother, you know our family
history with great detail.

(sighing)
You must know something

about Helena's motivation.

- I'm sorry, Aiden,

I've already told you everything
I know about all that.

- But, Mother...
- I'm rather tired.

I'll see you in the morning.
Good night.

- Good night, Mother.

(whispering): Lindsay.

Lindsay Peterson?

Lindsay Peterson of New York!

A woman full of silly ideas.

- I heard that.
(laughing)

Here you go.

- When people ask how this
world-changing idea began,

could we leave out the part
where the prince wore

Christmas kittens?
(laughing)

- Can you please pass me
that bowl, sire?

- No.

Not until you call me
by my name.

Let's hear it.

- Could you please pass me
that bowl, Aiden?

- I'll hand you two.
(laughing)

- Okay. And now, you...

I'll need you to measure out
four cups of flour.

- Uh, what are we making?

No, let me guess.

We are changing
the world with...

pineapple upside-down cake.

(laughing)
- We are making cookies.

- I see. Well, no,
actually, I don't.

- Okay, well, now, it's
your turn to hear a story.

My great-grandmother's name
was Dora, but I called her Gigi.

And she lived
in the same apartment
in Brooklyn her entire life.

In a community where people
looked out for each other.

When I was little,
I would go over to her house,

and we would bake cookies.

Believe it or not,
that's not even the best part.

- Well, I don't know
if I believe you.

Cookies are pretty great.
(laughing)

- Ah, she would take such care
with the cookies,

decorating
each one extravagantly.

We never ate a single one.
- Oh, that's impossible.

- Mm-mm. We'd put them
in little boxes,

and then we would give two boxes
to each neighbour.

- Why two boxes?
(chuckling)

- Okay, so here's where my big,
silly idea comes in.

She always taught me,
"You give two gifts
to people, Lindsay.

One for them to keep,
and one for them to give."

I still do it to this day.
I mean, every time
I give somebody a gift,

I either include cookies,
or a small token, and...

- You do?

- Gigi believed
that if given the chance,

people would learn
that they loved giving
more than receiving.

- Mmm. I think I see where
you're going with this.

- Aiden, the foundation
could honour tradition

by giving Christmas toys
to each child,

but... what if in the future,

we give each child a gift
to give as well?

Children who have been
given so little,

they would experience the pure
joy of Christmas giving,

and by nurturing that
innate desire in them to give,

you know, maybe they would
grow up to be like...

- Be like you.

Grow up to have a beautiful
heart, like you.

- Maybe, uh, you could
give a box of cookies
to Princess Dhalia

when you give her her gift.

- Yes. Yes,
that's a lovely idea.

- Um... Next, we do brown sugar.

- Great.

(soft music)

(sighing)

- Don't give me that look,
Lilibeth.

We were only making cookies.

You're right.

Tomorrow I need to stay far,

far away from your
great-great-grandson.

(sighing)

(joyful holiday music)

- So, we go into each shop,

we pick up the toys
they've collected,

and then we just get out
of there.

- You say, "Thank you,"

and recognize the time
and effort it took to make
the donation.

- Of course. That too.

- Once you have collected
each toy,

join the volunteers
at the village community
centre to wrap them.

And it is not a race, Mr. Kelly.

Questions?

Off you go. I will join you
in the village later.

Your Majesty.

- I know what you're up to.
- Up to?

- Have you found
your replacement yet?

- More assessment needed.
Today should be revealing.

- No one is forcing you
to retire, Willard.

As far as I'm concerned,
you can stay on indefinitely.

- That's very kind,
Your Majesty.

(soft music)

- Merry Christmas!
- Merry Christmas!

- Ah, I love how
every single merchant
has donated to the cause.

Some of them
are even wrapping gifts.
It's so inspiring!

- Isn't it?
- Yes!

- Incoming!

You two better pick up the pace.

I'm four shops ahead of you.
(laughing)

- What's gotten into him?

- Shane's got it in his head
that Mr. Harlow is retiring.

- What? Willard never said that.
- That's what I told Shane,

but he's got this crazy idea
that Willard brought us here
to see how we operate,

to see who would be best suited
to replace him.

- So that's why he was borrowing
my ideas and acting so strange.

- Who knows? Shane could be
this strange all the time.

(laughing)
- Hey, by the way,

thank you so much for making
the team task list.

- I believe it helps when
we all have clear objectives.

Speaking of that, we have plenty
more gifts to collect.

We should get moving. We have
all the wrapping to do still.

(light holiday music)

- I'll take these,
and put them under the tree.

(indistinct chattering)

(distant singing)

- Oh splendid!

Absolutely splendid!

Do you know where
Ms. Peterson is?

- Uh, I'm not sure.
She was here a minute ago.

- Sire, we seem to have lost
Ms. Peterson.

- Lost?

- No one seems to know
where she is.

(distant singing)

- Stay here. I think I know.

¶ On the third day of Christmas
my true love gave to me ¶

¶ Three French hens,
two turtle doves ¶

¶ And a partridge
in a pear tree ¶

¶ On the fourth day of Christmas
my true love gave to me ¶

¶ Four calling birds,
three French hens ¶

¶ Two turtle doves ¶

¶ And a partridge
in a pear tree ¶

(laughing)
- Wonderful.

Okay, what's your next favourite
Christmas song?

- That's beautiful.

- Close your eyes,
Your Highness, this is
a surprise for you.

- Aiden, um, Your Highness.
What are you doing here?

- Willard was afraid that he had
lost one of our guests.

- Oh, well,
you can't be in here.

- Yeah. You can't be in here.

- You ladies are aware
that you're speaking
to the future king?

- Well, do you think we should
show him, Penny?

- Yes.
- Okay.

- These are for your
Christmas tree, Your Highness.

Two snowmen.
I heard you like them.

- They are simply wonderful.

Thank you, Penny.

- Merry Christmas, Prince Aiden.

- You know, Penny is going to
meet her new family tomorrow,

just in time for Christmas.

- Is that so?

- My new name will be
Penelope Gail Willis.

Isn't that a lovely name?

- One of the loveliest
I have ever heard.

I have an idea.

How would you feel
if I lingered for a moment

with you and Lindsay,

and I made an ornament for you
to take to your new home

for the Willis Family
Christmas tree?

- Yes.
- Very well,

there's your seat, Highness,

and your pom-poms
and pipe cleaners await.

Okay.

What about, um...
black dots?

- Yes!
- Okay.

¶ Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way ¶

¶ Oh what fun it is to ride
in a one-horse open sleigh ¶

¶ Hey ¶
(laughing)

- I think I'm finally finished.
- Can I see?

I love her! What's her name?

- Why, Angel Penelope Willis,
of course.

- Thank you, Prince Aiden.
- Merry Christmas, Penny.

- Merry Christmas to you too.
(chuckling)

(soft music)

(clearing throat)

You must have told her.

- No, I promise you,
I didn't say a word.

- This is a snowman with eye
glasses like the one we made!

- Well, maybe they're
ski goggles.

- This is Frosty the Willard!

(laughing)
You know it!

(distant bell ringing)

Penny may have trouble sleeping
tonight, excited for tomorrow.

- Ah, I know. You know,
I didn't think there could
possibly be a morning

more exciting
than Christmas, but...

Perhaps it does have
some competition.

- You were wonderful
with her tonight.

I can see why you're good
at your work.

Something funny?
- No, I...

Just my friend Monica,
she says I sell myself short,

but I mean honestly, come on!

How hard could it be
to want a child to experience
Christmas joy?

- What about the rest
of your life in New York?

- Well, now I really feel like
you have been talking to Monica.

She would tell you
I don't have a life.

- No beau? No someone special?
- Nope.

- Willard is considering
retiring.

- Shane was right.
- Shane?

- Oh, he... he suspects
that Willard brought us here

to Valdonia in order
to find his replacement.

- Perhaps.

Would you consider the job?
- No.

It's just, my job in New York,
it's already big enough.

- Alright. I won't ask again.

I-I was simply thinking
that someone like you

would be perfect as the face
of the foundation.

- That's just it,
I'm not equipped to be
the face of anything.

- Well, I'm the face
of an entire country.

Believe me, I don't always
feel equipped.

If you've never worn a crown,
you don't know how heavy it is.

But Lindsay...

I suspect your heart
might be contagious.

Think of how you can multiply
your work beyond New York.

- Multiply? Spoken like
a true accountant.

(chuckling)

- It has crossed my mind
these days.

(sighing)

- Look.

(soft music)

(chuckling)
- It's beautiful.

- Oh, the snowman!
He'll get wet!

- Oh. Here you go.
Uh, yours now.

I'll keep it right here,
near my heart for safekeeping.

- I, um...

Aiden, we should get back
to the castle.

You have a lot to prepare
for this week.

(sighing)

Oh, uh... Well, thank you,
Your Highness,

for finding me,
and escorting me back.

- It was my pleasure,
Ms. Peterson.

- And who knows?

Perhaps I'll run
into you tomorrow.

Completely by accident.

- I can only hope.

- Good night.
- Good night, Lindsay.

(bright holiday music)

- You're a handsome fella.

(laughing)

- Oh, good morning, Willard.

- It's a beautiful day,
Your Majesty.

- Was Aiden walking with you?
I haven't seen him this morning.

- Neither have I,
but I expect to.

We still have quite a bit
to plan for the gala.

- When you do, send him to me
immediately.

You understand why,
don't you, Willard?

- Yes, Your Majesty.

- I spoke to the King
of Marchessa this morning.

No need for Aiden
and Dhalia to wait any longer.

I've invited her
to come tonight.

- Tonight?

- Best to get
this royal romance started,

don't you think, Willard?

- Yes. Of course.

- Dhalia will be accompanied
by her trusted bodyguard,

a certain Philippe,
I believe the king said.

- How can I help?

- Please, let Aiden know
the princess is arriving
earlier than expected.

- Certainly.

(soft music)

- If Shane makes
gift number six oversized,

then when Prince Aiden
opens it up,

it will reveal
smaller gifts inside.

And we would give two boxes
to each guest,

one for them to keep,
and one for them to give.

- Oh, I get it.

So, if the foundation
starts with children
around the globe...

- We change the world!

- Well, that's the dream,
isn't it?

I mean, why else do what we do?

- I love it.

- You do?
- Love it.

- It's a beautiful idea,
Lindsay.

I'll design small gift boxes.

How do you feel about
putting the words,

"One to keep. One to give"
on them?

- The only problem is,
do we have enough time?

We'll need 500 cookies
for the gala.

- Oh, well, I intend to speak
to the royal chef.

I mean, but after
I've seen her aprons,

oh, I know that she has
an affection for Christmas.

- His.
- Excuse me?

- The royal chef
is a rather large man.

Has anyone seen
Prince Aiden today?

Well, I'll have
to find him, then.

Lindsay, it's best if you
talked to the chef right away.

- Oh.

- Lindsay's going
to get the job.

- Get back to work.

There is no job except
working on this gala.

(sighing)

- I thought the prince
was joining us this morning.

- Oh, I haven't seen him today.

- Lindsay, you and the prince...

- I am helping him choose a gift
for Princess Dhalia.

- I see.

Are you quite sure?

Sometimes matters of the heart
can be complicated.

(chuckling)
- Not as complicated

as matters of parliament,
and centuries of tradition.

- I suppose you're right.

(sighing)

- I'll be alright, Willard.

And besides, we have some
world-changing to do.

- Get your coat. We're going
to start right now.

- Start...?
- I have friends in parliament.

Get ready to share
your big idea.

- Okay.

(bright music)

- I have been trying to
figure out what prompted Helena

to give the first
Festive Heart gift.

Perhaps someone
in your family knows.

- Your Highness, I...

(chuckling)
- It's curious.

Every time I ask that question,
people seem to grow evasive.

- I don't want to spread
false rumours, sire.

- What rumours are those?

- Well, for years, there's been
a story in my family,

but we have never repeated it,
I assure you.

- It is safe with me.

- My great-great-grandmother,
Helena's mother,

always insisted that Helena
gave the first gift

to a friend from
the childrens' home next door.

- Oh. Helena knew an orphan girl
and wanted to give her a gift.

That makes perfect sense.
- Yes, but...

my great-great-grandmother
insisted that Helena's friend
was named Lilibeth.

My family always suspected
that she was confused
due to her advanced years.

But she vowed
until the day she died

that Helena's friend
became the queen.

- Queen Lilibeth?

But a member of
the Valdonian royal family

cannot marry a commoner
and still assume the throne.

That's why Clovis
abdicated to Humphrey.

- And why my family
has never spoken of it.

Certainly, our matriarch was
mistaken all those years ago.

- Right.

- So, well done, Lindsay!
- Do you think?

Members of parliament
seem so stone-faced.

- That's their impressed look.

When you said, "One to keep
and one to give,"

I saw the Secretary of Defense
twitch with excitement.

(laughing)

(distant church bells ringing)

(bright music)

(knocking)

(knocking)

- Lindsay, are you in here?

(soft music)

Queen Lilibeth.

You've got some
explaining to do.

Have enough?
- Yes.

Thank goodness your chef
loves Christmas,

he agreed to bake the cookies
without hesitation.

- I'm glad to see you.
How was your day?

- Well, you won't believe this,

but the girl from Brooklyn
who sells herself short

spoke in front
of parliament today.

- You didn't!
- Yes, yes, I did!

And I shared my idea,
and Willard says they loved it!

- See? I knew you were
contagious.

I seem to have caught some
of your enthusiasm myself.

I have stumbled
onto something surprising,

not sure what it all means,
but... Lindsay.

Ever since we've met--
- Your Highness, you're here.

I need to speak with you.

- In a minute, Willard.

- I'm sorry, it's quite urgent.

- I'll give you two
some privacy.

(sighing)

- I've been looking
for you all day.

- I went to the village bakery
today, Willard.

You'll never guess
what I've discovered.

- Princess Dhalia
is in the grand hall.

- Our grand hall?

- Sire, allow me to introduce
Her Royal Highness,

Princess Dhalia Frederica
Theresa of the Kingdom
of Marchessa.

- Your Highness.
What a delightful surprise.

Welcome to Valdonia.

- Prince Aiden.
A pleasure to meet you.

- And you, Princess.

You've had a long journey,
let's get your sorted.

Joseph will show you
to your room.

- And then the queen
will receive you for dinner.

(curious music)

- Did you sense something
strange about that bodyguard?

- I believe his name
is Philippe.

- Quite protective, isn't he?

- One can never be too careful
when guarding a princess.

But if I may make
a suggestion, sire,

I wouldn't invite him
on the royal honeymoon,
if I were you.

(sighing)

- Do tell me,
what happened next?

- The bird flew right
through the open window
into the throne room.

It was Philippe who gently
caught the frightened bird

and released him back
to the outside air.

But just as my father, the king,

raised his sword to continue
the knighting ceremony,

a single feather floated down
and landed with on his shoulder.

(laughing)

- I can't even imagine
the scene. Can you, Aiden?

- Can't imagine it.

- Well, it's been a long day,
and tomorrow is the gala.

It's a pleasure to have you
with us, Dhalia.

- Thank you, Your Majesty.

- Princess.

(sighing)

(soft music)

- Sit with me, son.

She's simply lovely.

- Yes.

- You see? There was nothing
to be concerned about.

- Mother...
- I saw the photo albums, Aiden,

and I saw the space
where the picture of Lilibeth
used to be.

- So, that is Lilibeth in
front of the childrens' home?

- When Clovis announced
that he was in love with
the baker's daughter,

the throne was automatically
passed to Humphrey,

the younger of the two brothers.

But Humphrey met Lilibeth
at Clovis' wedding.

She and Helena were close
friends, you see.

When the king discovered
that both of his heirs

were prepared
to abdicate for love, well...

He just couldn't allow that.

- So, what happened?

- Lilibeth was an orphan,

so she was given
a brand new family tree.

One that followed
a royal bloodline.

- They invented her heritage?

- No one in parliament
was the wiser.

Queen Lilibeth was beloved.

And that secret has been safely
kept for three generations.

But will you keep it, Aiden?

You are the only royal heir.

There is no younger brother
this time.

- I am falling for a woman
from New York.

- I will support you, son.
Whatever you decide.

Just be sure you understand
the consequences.

For you, for Valdonia,

for Dhalia.

Even for Lindsay.

- I wish I were an accountant.
- I beg your pardon?

- Just coming to terms
with the fact

that my feelings are irrelevant,
aren't they?

- Feelings are often
a royal's worst enemy.

- I will do my duty, Mother.

But I must speak with Lindsay.

(soft music)

- I have to thank you,
Your Majesty.

If you hadn't started
the Festive Heart Foundation,

I may have never learned
what I'm capable of.

(knocking)

Hey, Tilly. Come on in.

- Hot chocolate.

I'm too excited to sleep
with the gala tomorrow.

- I know.

- The cookie gift boxes
I designed

will arrive tomorrow morning,

and I'll help you get
them packed.

- Thank you so much, Tilly.

(chuckling)

You know, I can tell
why your branch in Mumbai
is so successful.

You're so organized.
You're such a fantastic leader.

- Thank you, but I don't have
your creativity and ideas.

- Okay, I guess we make
the perfect team, then.

- I guess we do.

(chuckling)

(joyful holiday music)

(Dhalia): Father, please.
I want to come home.

But Father,
you don't understand.

I love someone else.

I love Philippe!

- Summon the car.
A surprise visit to parliament
is in order.

(soft music)

(Dhalia crying)

- Are you alright?

Pardon me, Princess.

- It's fine.

- Well, if there's anything
I can do to help...

I'm Lindsay, by the way.

- It's just...

Tonight is the gala. I...

Ever been in a predicament,
Lindsay?

- Uh...

Well, yes. I have.

I wish I knew what advice
to give you,

but a friend
of mine recently said,

"People who don't wear a crown
have no idea how heavy it is."

You know, just hang here
for one second, okay?
I'll be right back. I'll...

One minute.

My friend Monica gave this
to me to give,

and she said I'd know
who it was for, and...

Well, I think it's for you.

Merry Christmas, Princess.

I hope it helps.

(soft music)

- Follow my heart?

(laughing)

- A spring wedding
would be nice,

here in the garden,
if you'd like.

Or summer. Autumn.
Whichever you prefer, Princess.

- Thank you, Aiden.

You truly are a lovely man.

- Very kind of you to say.

- Yes.

That's just it, isn't it?

We always must know
the appropriate thing to say.

- Parts of growing up royal,
I suppose.

- But...

- Please tell me
why you've been crying.

- Did you ever wish to be
anything besides royal?

(chuckling)

- Funny you should ask.
I've been recently fantasizing

about being an accountant
quite a bit.

- An accountant?

- Dhalia. I can assure you,

I know exactly
what you're going through.

- You do?
- Of course I do.

- Philippe, would you give us
a moment, please?

- He certainly
takes his job seriously.

- Yes.

- Anyway, I know this is
difficult for both of us.

- Aiden. I'm going home
to Marchessa.

- For Christmas?
- Forever.

I release you
from our arrangement.

- What about the king?
- I will deal with my father.

This will not come as
a complete surprise to him.

I recently was given a gift.

An unexpected reminder
of what's important.

- I understand.

I met someone recently
who has given me that same gift.

- But thank you, Your Highness.

The woman who gets to marry you
someday is very fortunate.

- Thank you, Princess.

(soft music)

- Almost finished.

- I'm just separating
the last batch.

- Sorry I didn't help.

- You have important
things to do,

you are going to be king,
after all.

- I'm not so sure I am.
- What?

- Do you care for me?
- Are you feeling alright?

- Do you care for me?

- Aiden, I'm not really sure
what I feel is relevant
at the moment.

- Exactly what I tried
to force myself to believe.

(chuckling)

I think Clovis and Helena
were onto something.

What's more important,
duty or love?

- Lindsay, the gift boxes
have arrived.

Let me help you
put the cookies in.

- Thank you, Tilly.
- Your Highness.

- Tilly.

Ah. Excuse me, ladies.

(joyful holiday music)

(indistinct chattering)

- Carry on. We have
a gala tonight!

Would you please find my son?

(sighing)

- I'll leave this here
with you, Queen Lilibeth.

I'm not sure if you've been
watching me,

or watching over me,
but either way, thank you.

I know what I have to do.

(knocking)

(Willard): Lindsay!

- Willard, hi.
- A moment?

- Yes, please come in.

- What's wrong?

- Prince Aiden is considering
giving up the throne.

- I see.

- I can't let him do that,
though.

The people love him,

and he's a man
of such deep character,

he needs to be the king
of Valdonia.

And he needs to marry
Princess Dhalia.

I can't stand in the way
of that.

- Perhaps you could see yourself
as International Director

of the Festive Heart Foundation.

I have purchased a small cottage
by the sea.

I would stay and
help you the first year,

but I believe you are
the future.

- Thank you so much, Willard,
but I must decline.

I don't think I could stand
seeing Aiden every day.

And I've booked the first flight
out for tomorrow morning.

Tilly? Tilly would be a
wonderful, wonderful director.

And, well,
if it's alright with you,

I'd like to stay
in my room tonight.

I know the gala's going to be
amazing, but I just...

I don't think I can stand
watching Aiden get engaged.

- Thank you, Lindsay Peterson.

The Foundation may not have
changed the whole world yet,

but you have certainly
changed us.

- Thank you, Willard.

(door opening and closing)

- You wanted to see me, Mother?
- Yes, please come in.

I'm very proud of you, Aiden.

I know you will be a fine king,
just as your father was.

- Thank you.

- And I know you are prepared
to resign yourself.

Ignore your heart
and do your duty.

- Yes, bu--
- Nevertheless,

you cannot marry
Princess Dhalia.

(soft music)

(knocking)

- Lindsay? I'm coming in.
- Tilly.

- I just spoke to Willard.
What's going on?

- I'm not going to the gala.
- And why not?

- It's complicated.

- I could see that
in the kitchen.

You love the prince, Lindsay.

- He needs to marry
Princess Dhalia.

(sighing)
- Yes, I know.

But does that mean you should
make yourself small?

- Small?
- Don't sell yourself short.

You worked hard for this night.

It was all your idea.
- Yeah, but...

- Look, I brought four different
gowns to this gala.

I just couldn't decide.

Now, let's make sure the prince
remembers you, shall we?

Come on.

(enchanting music)

(indistinct chattering)

Lindsay, you ready?

(Lindsay): I'm not sure
this is a good idea.

- Let's go. The gala awaits.

- I just need a minute.

- If you're not down
in five minutes,

I'm sending the royal guards.

- This is it!

- It's been quite fun,
hasn't it?

- I just can't believe
that I was wrong about
Willard's retirement.

My Irish senses
are usually spot on.

(trumpeting fanfare)

- Willard, a word.
- Of course, Your Highness.

- Have we lost a guest again?
- Sire?

- It seems Ms. Peterson
is missing.

Don't tell me I must
fetch her from the childrens'
home once again.

- She's... She's not coming
to the gala.

- Why not?

- She was unwilling for you
to give up the throne

knowing how much Valdonia
needs you.

- Welcome to the Christmas gala,

celebrating 100 years of
the Festive Heart Foundation.

I know that the prince,
Sir Willard Harlow,

and several foundation managers
from around the globe

have prepared
a presentation for us.

Please, give them
your attention.

(applause)

- It is a special year
for the kingdom.

I am proud to say that
for 100 years,

we have been making
an impact all over the world
each Christmas.

Tonight, we will celebrate the
great history of the foundation,

and take a glimpse
of its future.

And now...

I would like you all
to meet Helena.

(applause)

And to date, we have foundations
offices in 105 countries,

delivering toys to children
each Christmas,

which brings us to the future.

Willard Harlow,
he's like family.

The foundation is forever
indebted to you.

- Sire.

- Happy retirement
is well deserved.

(applause)

I would like to introduce
the new international director

of The Festive Heart Foundation,

Tilly Anon.

(gasping)

(applause)

- Thank you. Thank you, wow.

- Now, before I open
the final gift, I...

I... met someone recently
who changed me.

Her joy was somewhat contagious,

and she had a big idea.

And because
of her beautiful heart,

the kingdom will now be giving
two gifts every Christmas:

one to keep,
and one to give.

(enchanting music)

Will you join me, Lindsay?

(whispering): What are you
doing?

- Parliament has already
approved this future initiative,

so to demonstrate
just how this works,

I have two gifts for Lindsay.

The first is the gift to give,
a box of cookies.

Each of you will receive one
at the end of the evening.

Please give it in the true
spirit of Christmas.

This gift is for Lindsay
to keep, if she so chooses.

I wrapped it myself.

- I can see that.
- Open it.

(soft music)

(crowd gasping)

This belonged
to Queen Lilibeth,

who, as it turns out,
was not a royal.

I believe she would want a woman
with a beautiful heart,

like her friend Helena,
to wear it.

- Aidan, I can't
let you give up...

- Parliament has approved
our future as well.

My mother told them our story,

and you know how convincing
stories can be.

I love you, Lindsay Peterson.

Will you be my queen,
and help me change the world?

(laughing)
- Yes.

Yes.

(applause)

(joyful holiday music)

(crowd cheering)