Rosie hestiantly pushed arm back into magic ball of thread with both the red Rose and purple Primrose petals in hand. She focused her sights on Sugar Plum rather than her shrunken arm and hand. Seeing that detail the first time was already enough extra nightmare fuel sprinkled all over her day so far. Sugar Plum happily snatched both petals and flew back to the center of her tiny prison cell. By that time the visitor had pulled out her limb and rubbed it reassuringly while her pink eyes never left the sparkling Trairy.

" Mini Mes!" Sugar Plum confidently snapped her fingers.

Despite being trapped the Trairy could still perform magic. Her powers could do nothing to help her break through the blocking spell that was casted on the trap. Being able to shapeshift, making potions and doing minor visual tricks was the female Trairy's limited power list. The even smaller and twelve versions of Sugar Plum formed out of Plum's magic visuals surrounding and taking the flower petals. Six of them of each reposition their assigned ingredient slowly spinning them around.

" Believe me,Rose. Can I call you that?" Sugar Plum chimed fondly. " There will be unforeseen consequences. "

" Sure but, what do you mean with that last part?" Rosie said softly.

In Rosie's voice there was subtle confusion and concern. "Unforseen consequences" implied that there was something worse than forcing the two future victims of the potion to spend the rest of thier lives with an unwanted parnter. At least that was what the Love Life coach was thinking. What could be the unpredictable consequences that she hadn't considered? Unfortunately for Rosie, Sugar Plum had other ideas that she found more entertaining than answering Rose's question.

" Love, love is strange..." Sugar Plum sang softly with elegance.

The Potion Maker has her visual only assistants bring the Primrose petal closer and twist it. As the coloring of the petal faded into grey losing it's magic, purple and white sparkledust poured out into Trairy's hands. Sugar Plum smiled at Rosie as she caught all of the dust then turned it into a ball with her hands rotating carefully.

" First of all... Nice set of pipes but, now is not the time for a concert." Roise interjected.

The female troll loved witnessing and being apart of a musical number as much as the next troll but, Rosie didn't want any attention to be draw to their current location. Rosie and Sugar were already louder than they should had been earlier so songs are usually a big waving flag of someone being present. The Pop troll rather not risk getting caught by Rock trolls. Sure the prison was far away from the Rock society but, that didn't mean someone working for the King won't be near by.

" Many people, take it for a game. " Sugar sang.

Sugar placed the Primrose magic bubble to the side with it's assigned assistants. She repeated the magic draining proccess and the preparation the Rose red sparkledust into it's new form. Then the Trairy took both pure magic balls and began pressing them together combining them. Rosie watched in awe at beautiful the raw magic was while being mixed.

" No Lookie Lou's. " Sugar stated playfully turning around.

" Once you get it, you're in an awful fix - " Sugar sang contuining to perfectly blend the flower magic.

Rosie moved to the other side of the Potion Maker's prison. The display of magic was enchanting and alluring that the client felt draw to contuine watching. Plum's mini versions of herself had all vanished while her fingers expanded and toyed with her special ingredients. She slightly glanced to the side catching Rosie spying on her potion making proccess.

" What did I say?" Sugar said unhappily looking directly at Rosie and somewhat hiding her mixture.

" Oh! Sorry! No Lookie Lou's." Rosie apologized.

She covered her eyes with both hands and walked back to her orginal spot. Plum watched her as the troll kept her back facing the staff. Once the Trairy was sure that her possible future friend wasn't going to spy anymore, she turned around with her back facing Rosie's back. The Potion Expert went straight back to work altering and preparating her unfinished creation.

" Cause after you've had it, you'll never wanna quit. " Sugar Plum sang calmly.

The raw magic mixture would change colours with every single movement Sugar made with her hands. It was like an unstable flashing of lights but, Sugar was doing her best to manage it. Plum waited until she final flash of red,purple and white to stop and let her creation take a few second to lower it's energy and unstable power level. She turned her head back to look at her visitor, who still had her back facing the Trairy.

" If you think making the potion is dangerous, wait until you use it. " Sugar Plum warned.

Suddenly the floating mixture went through several loud and bright explosions! The noises frightened Rosie causing her to cover up her ears,instead of her eyes. Worry and fear reappeared on her face since she could still hear every explosion and see the bright light flash behind her by watching the floor.

" Loo-o-ove, is strange
Lo-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-ove, is strange! " Sugar Plum sang getting lost in her song.

She expanded the mixture even bigger but, now it was growing in size non-stop. The red,purple and white colours were still very dominate with different shades being more visible. Rosie accidentally caught glanced back catching sight of the unstable magic now surrounded Sugar Plum and has taken up most of the magic thread ball cell. The troll ran out the troll cage seeking for something to hide behind scared.

Then the brightest flash of light was unleashed for the magic to return into Plum's right hand. Now it was small and compacted. The Trairy closed her grey eyes looking away dramatically from her still unfinished creation. She dramatically placed the back of her free hand against her forehead. It was like she ws performing Shakespeare.

"Oh, I'm so good, it scares me so. " Sugar joked dramatically while opening one eye searching Rosie.

Meanwhile far away back at the Royal Rock Castle... The Rockers had no success in finding the trespasser. They were all running around and now were checking their city for the wanted Pop troll. Maverick dashed towards the castle entrance while King Rowan flew and rode his critterbike lower and next to him.

" Did you find the Pop troll?" Rowan asked seriously.

" She's a slippery gal. "

" She's just a Pop! Dangle Some Shiny Keys And Glitter!" Rowan said frustrated.

Rowan, like most Rock trolls had never met an actual Pop troll, but due to their history books Pop trolls developed a certain reputation. The reputation to be the most gullible and slowest developing of all the trolls. Of course they didn't know why Pop trolls were behind on their society development but, nobody really gave it much thought. For all they cared, Pop trolls were the weakest.

Rowan jumped off his critterbike and slid into his home while his critter parked itself. The King walked through the hallway and into the throne room but, to his dismay one of his mothers and his sister were there. He groaned as the former Queen Barb smirked at him with arms folded. Princess Caroline stood behind a curtain then stepped out pulling a female Rock troll.

" About time you showed. I got a good line of girlfriends for you this time. " Barb stated proudly.

" No." Rowan denied unhappily.

" Feast your eyes on Stella! " Princess Caroline introduced.

"No! And seriously, Caroline? You too! " Rowan said grumpily.

" Mum said she would put my lineup on hold for an extra few years. " Caroline defended herself blankly.

The Princess of Rock was shorter than her brother by an inch or two or more. Her light purple skin appeared somewhat darker in shade. Her cobalt blue hair was wavy with a long going down ponytail. Her eyes matched both of her mothers' dark and bright pink shade. Her small nose appeared to be highlighted by the throne room lights. On her one leg,upper thigh was a tattoo of a white skull. It could be seen right below the cuff of her light black jean shorts. Over her white tank top was mostly black and red crop hoodie. Her hanging earrings were long,sliver and thin. Her black eye shadow and eyeliner was lighter than Barb's makeup.

" Row Wing, I'm tired of hearing you bitch about being single. Always when someone tries to help you, you suddenly want to be single forever! Just pick a girlfriend. "

" Mum, I don't need or want a girlfriend anymore and stop calling me that! It's embarrassing. " Rowan argued.

" Your litterally the one who gave yourself that nickname. Why can't you just let yourself find someone to lo- " Barb questioned.

" I'm Not Listening!" Rowan said immaturely trying to walk away.

" What is it with men and that word? L -"

Barb's aruging got interrupted by her own son closing her mouth shut. Rowan had no shame in doing this whenever it came to his mother and his dating life. The mother glared at her taller and diffcult son. Rowan could practically feel the fire and the memory feeling of Barb's old form of discipline creep up on him. Caroline had seemed to had disappeared from the room,along with Stella and the other women who didn't get their turn to come out.

" So this is what I get after carrying you in my hair for five months?" Barb grumbled.

" Promise to stop talking?" Rowan said calmly and genuinely trying to not upset his mother anymore than he already had.

The former Queen rolled her eyes before nodding her head agreeing to those terms. Rowan carefully removed his fingers from Barb's face and stepped back not wanting to her mighty hand. The son actually and lowly apologized to his parent,trying defuse the situation. Only his mum had that affect on him. Rowan sighed to himself turning towards his throne but, then somebody jumped on his back with full intent to be the menace little sister she was.

" LOOOOOVVVVEEEE! " Caroline sang like she was singing death metal.

" I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Rowan roared trying to grab and yeet his own sister.

Meanwhile back with Rosie and Sugar Plum...

" Ah, once you've get it, you're in an awful fix
'Cause after you've had it, you'll never wanna quit..." Sugar Plum sang calmly.

The Trairy poured the potion into a large glass bottle. A bottle very similar to the one on the scrapbook of Trairy magic,except there was a heart in the center. Sugar Plum watch every single drop of her potion as she poured it until there was none left. Sugar placed glass lid ,with a small glass tube that would had a portion of the Love Potion, into the bottle. Rosie reached in to take the bottle but, then the Trairy gasped remembering something important.

" I Almost Forgot The Last Step!" Sugar blurted out.

Rosie jumped back protecting her face with her hands. Plum gently kissed the heart on the glass bottle causing for the magenta sparkledust to become an identical shade of pink to Rosie's eyes. The prevously scared troll removed her hands from her face taking a peek at the finished product curiously in awe and unsure. Plum smiled as she flew closer to her client.

" Instructions. Dust the one you love, stand in front and be the first they see. " Sugar chimed.

" Dust the two and then have them stand in front when the one they want opens their eyes. Got it. " Rosie told herself.

" Now Pull!" Sugar ordered excitedly.

The Trairy had her arm stretched out with the Love Potion still in her hand. Rosie reached back into the magical prison and grabbed the potion bottle. Both beings tighten their grip on it to ensure they wouldn't let go. Then the Pop troll pulled with all of her strength stepping backwards. The prison cell tried to pull the Trairy back in but, with the added help of Rosie's hair holding onto the troll cage bars, the troll contuined pulling until she fell on the stone floor. Sugar Plum went down with her.

"Rose?" Sugar whispered.

Rosie sat up holding the Love Potion in her arms. The woman blushed as she noticed how close she was to Sugar's face. The Trairy gave her a very grateful smile and was on the verge to cry tears of joy.

" Yeah?"

" I know what finally set me free. " Sugar said emotional.

" Me?" Roise pointed to herself confidently.

The free jail bird threw her arms around her savior without any hestiantion. Tears of joy escaped her eyes as Rosie sat there frozen. The Trairy's contuining singing was filled with love and happiness growing louder than before in volume. Plum was so happy and lost in her disbelief that she wanted to sing from the top of her lungs to rejoice. Her singing traveled from the prison all the way to Elvis's ears, who was sitting on the edge redirecting his gaze from the trees to towards the direction of the isolated jail.

" Loo-o-o-o-ove, is strange
Loo-o-loo-o-o-ove, is strange
Lo-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-ove, is strange..." Sugar Plum sang highly and beautifully.

AN: I don't own this version of "Love Is Strange"!