Frosty chuckled darkly, but then turned away and walked a few steps towards the throne. “However, be assured that I do not desire to rule Equestria.”

Sweetie, Applebloom and Scootaloo looked very confused at that statement. Hadn’t that been the whole point of all this?

“Wait, didn’t you want to conquer Equestria and all that? Wasn’t that the whole point?” Scootaloo asked out loud and the other fillies nodded.

“Indeed. I wanted to conquer, not to rule. I have conquered Equestria and that was all I wanted…” Frosty turned back around and faced the fillies and Celestia. “Or, perhaps not all. I also wanted to teach a certain somepony a lesson about what might happen when you just blindly attack everypony who looks suspicious.” He shot a glare at the tied-up Celestia, who immediately averted her gaze and seemed a little embarrassed, surprisingly.

“That being said… I did not say that this is the end of it.” Frosty implied, going to his fillies and preparing to depart.

“What do you mean by that?!” Celestia demanded.

“Oh, can’t you figure it out yourself? Riots in the streets, two entire races wiped off the map, your most powerful defence split into disputes and your country in disarray. Can’t you feel the Chaos building up everywhere around us?” Frosty chuckled and Celestia went wide-eyed, when she caught up with what Frosty was implying. He leaned down to her and whispered into her ear: “Can’t you hear the statue start to crack?”

With a last, dark chuckle, Frosty and his fillies left the throne room and once they were out, the ties cut themselves and Celestia could get up. Luna and the guards didn’t take much longer to wake up again as well and looked just as confused as relieved that they got to live another day.

Luna’s joy over that didn’t last long, however, as she noticed her sister staring out the window into the garden, where a certain statue was suddenly looking very brittle.

A few minutes later, the Elements of Harmony burst through the door and saw the two princesses staring out.

“Princess! We came as quickly as we could!” Twilight panted, when she arrived at the foot of the staircase that led to the throne.

“And I am very thankful for that.” Celestia said absent-mindedly, not looking at them. “I am very sorry, Twilight, but it seems I will have to send you all into immediate danger yet again.” She said apologetically.

Twilight and her friends shared an insecure look, before stepping up to the princesses and looking out the window as well, where a tall statue in the middle of the garden… was not just a statue anymore.

Far beyond the gates of Canterlot, in a hut in the Everfree Forest, four foals sat at a table, together with a zebrican enchantress and enjoyed a few cups of tea.

“An interesting story, indeed, even if I cannot agree with most of your methods.” Zecora mused. “So, what do you intend to do now?” She asked.

Frosty took a few sips of his tea, enjoying the flavour the skilled druid had brought into the brew. “We will emigrate to Zebrica. There, we won`t have to worry about anypony making a fuzz about our necromancy. The only problem with that is that they won’t let us pass, because we are foals.” Frosty said.

“Ah, in that case I think I can help you.” Zecora said, getting up and taking a small bottle from one of the shelves and giving it to Frosty. “Here, this is a potion of aging. It will make your bodies more adult, but your mind will stay unaltered.” She explained.

“Thanks Zecora, that’s exactly what we needed and given that we don’t really have a metabolism anymore, this potion might just last forever.” Frosty thanked, taking a sip and giving the bottle to the fillies.

“Not forever, no, but at least until the potion spoils, which would be… about five years? Six maybe.” Zecora mused.

Meanwhile, the potion took effect. Frosty and the fillies were rapidly gaining height and their facial features and muscle mass changed along with it into four fully grown adults.

“And now, you are adults... oooh, and quite hoofsome ones at that.” Zecora giggled.

“Thanks, Zecora! You really helped us out!” Frosty thanked.

“There is no need to thank me for helping a friend in need.” She waved off.

“Alright. Well, it seems the time has come for us to depart. Farewell, Zecora. I’m sure we will see eachother again. Feel welcome to visit us whenever you want.” Frosty invited with a small smile.

“I will certainly find the time to do so. Farewell.”

“Bye, Zecora!” The fillies said in unison, waving at the Zebra mare, before the four now-adults left the hut and made their way to their new home.

Author's Note

Should I ever decide to write a sequel, it would most likely be based on this ending, simply because it's the easiest basis to work off of.