It's freezing outside. Luckily, I have a Princess to keep me warm.

Originally written for the Quills and Sofa's Oct 11 Panic, where I completely deviated from the prompt in order to write something cozy.

It had been about a month since the changeling incident in Canterlot. Everypony is on edge, because stray changelings keep popping up here and there, trying to blend in with the population. Everyone worries that one of their closest friends, or even their family, could not be who they appear to be. But what happens when a pony isn't really that pony...

...but they're not a changeling, either?