"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳,

𝘊𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦,

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦,

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘈𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥."

Spouse: Elias Solace

Children: Penumbra Butterfly, Gracie Butterfly

Wand Taste: winterberries

Cheek Marks: blue triangles with vertical lines down the middle

Princess Astrid Butterfly was born as the only daughter of Queen Freya and King Maximus. With light blue hair, piercing bright blue eyes, and the unique markings of blue triangles with vertical lines on her cheeks, Astrid carried an air of mystery and quiet power from the moment she entered the world. Astrid was raised in a Mewni still shaped by the military dominance of her mother. Unlike Freya, who had been sculpted into a warrior from a young age Astrid was more withdrawn, preferring solitude and study over combat. She had no interest in swords or strategy but was keenly observant and possessed an almost supernatural intuition that unnerved even her mother's hardened generals.

Freya, despite her aggressive nature, recognized Astrid's different strengths. Instead of forcing her onto the battlefield she ensured her daughter was trained in the art of deception, courtly intrigue, and magic. Astrid learned to navigate the political undercurrents of Mewni with precision, masking her true intentions behind a carefully controlled demeanor. Astrid was born into a world of power and legacy, but expectations weighed on her from the moment she took her first breath. As the only daughter of Queen Freya  she was raised not just as a princess, but as a future warrior queen.

From a young age, she was trained in combat, strategy, and leadership—but unlike her mother who focused on pure battle prowess, Astrid's father King Maximus, saw her potential in governance. While Freya insisted Astrid learn to wield both steel and magic Maximus made sure his daughter studied economics, diplomacy, and history. Even as a child Astrid was sharp-tongued, calculating, and fiercely intelligent, qualities that made her a natural leader—but also fostered an immense sense of pride and entitlement.

Astrid was eleven years old when she first learned that fairness had no place in power.

It was market day in the capital, a rare occasion when Queen Freya allowed her daughter to wander among the common folk—under heavy guard, of course. Astrid loved the market, not for the goods, but for the way money changed hands, bargains were made, and power shifted with every coin spent. On that day, her eyes were drawn to a commotion in the square. A young merchant  stood before a magistrate pleading his case. His crime? Selling imported silks at a lower price than the noble-run textile guilds.

The magistrate—a grizzled man loyal to the nobility—held a set of silver scales, weighing the merchant's remaining coins. "You have undercut the guilds," the magistrate said coldly. "By royal decree, that is a crime." The boy's face twisted with frustration. "The people can barely afford what the nobles charge! I only wanted to help—" A swift strike from the magistrate's baton silenced him. His coins were confiscated. His goods were burned. Astrid watched it all with wide eyes. 

That night at dinner she turned to her father. "Was that fair?" she asked. "The guilds overcharge. Why shouldn't someone sell for less?" King Maximus pulled out two identical silver coins. "Tell me daughter—if I give one of these coins to a merchant and the other to a noble, do they have the same value?" Astrid frowned. "Yes?" Her father smiled, but it was not a kind smile."No," he said. "Because the merchant's coin buys him survival. The noble's coin buys him power. The scales are never balanced, Astrid. And those who try to tip them in favor of the weak will always be crushed beneath them."

Astrid said nothing. But she understood. From then on, she stopped asking about fairness. She realized that laws were not about justice, but control. And if the world was already built to favor the powerful, then Astrid would make sure she was always the one holding the scales. By morning, Astrid had made her decision. She left the castle at dawn—this time without her mother's guards. She pulled a heavy cloak over her royal garments, hiding her identity as she returned to the market square. There, Astrif found the merchant boy sitting in the dirt, his head bowed in defeat and his livelihood in ashes around him.

She stepped forward and dropped a single silver coin at his feet. "This is for your loss," she said. The boy looked up, confused. "One coin? That's nothing compared to what they took." Astrid smirked. "I know. But I am not giving you charity—I am teaching you a lesson." She knelt beside him, lowering her voice. "You played by their rules, and they crushed you for it. If you want to survive you must play smarter." The boy furrowed his brow. "How?" Astrid glanced at the remains of his silks. "You sold imported fabric. Where did you get it?" The boy hesitated before answering. "A merchant from the Golden Isles brings them by ship every few months."

Astrid tapped her fingers against her knee. "Then next time  don't sell openly. Sell in secret. Make your customers come to you." She pointed to the nobles' grand estates in the distance. "The guilds pretend to despise foreign silks, but their wives wear them in secret. Find the right buyers. Sell to the powerful and they will protect you from the law." The boy's eyes widened in understanding. "But... what if the magistrate finds out?"

Astrid smiled—a sharp, knowing smile. "Then you don't bribe him with money. You bribe him with what he wants most. Find his weakness, and make it work for you. Remember, the scales will never be even. But if you are clever, you can make sure they always tip in your favor... take it from me. I'll be in charge someday." The boy's eyes went wide, his mouth falling open in disbelief. For a moment he looked as if he might faint, his face drained of color. His knees buckled slightly and he dropped to the ground in a flurry of apologies. "Princess! I—I didn't know! I didn't mean to—" he stammered, his voice filled with panic. He clutched his hands together as if preparing for a harsh punishment.

Astrid didn't flinch. Instead, she raised her hand, a slight flick of her wrist signaling him to stop. "No," she said coolly. "You didn't know. But you know now. And I'm not here to punish you. You won't be imprisoned, nor will you be fined. There's no need for that. Just remember what I told you. Don't play fair. Play dirty. I'll make sure you don't get caught."  And with that, Astrid was gone. On her fourteenth birthday she inherited the royal wand. In turned into a silver wand with a floating sapphire crystal shard as the power source. Witnesses recall how, "the princess almost fell to the floor from how heavy her mother's battle axe was. But she stood back up when it changed into a lighter form."

To her surprise, the merchant made it to her wand ceremony. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, there was silence between them. The world around them seemed to fade away as they stood there with their unspoken connection palpable. Astrid's heart was racing, but she didn't look away. For the first time in her life she wasn't thinking about the crown or her duties—she was thinking about the boy in the crowd. From then on, Astrid found herself returning to him every day, not out of duty or curiosity, but out of something far deeper—an attraction that she couldn't ignore. They would talk for hours sharing stories and secrets discussing everything from trade deals to the hidden intricacies of court politics. 

The merchant, who had later introduced himself as Elias, taught her more than just the tricks of his trade; he taught her how to be truly seen for who she was, not for her title but for her mind and her heart. As the weeks turned into months their bond grew stronger. What had begun as a simple mentorship became something more. They shared stolen moments beneath the market's bustling canopy, their conversations filled with a quiet intensity that neither of them could deny. Astrid had never felt more alive or more herself than when she was with him. And when the King and Queen passed, Astrid took her chance.

The land tax system, which had been one of the biggest sources of discontent was one of the first to be abolished under Astrid's rule. In the old system  farmers were often forced to pay taxes on the value of their land, regardless of how much they could actually produce. Many farmers who struggled with bad harvests or seasonal droughts found themselves in debt, leading to a cycle of poverty that could last for generations. Astrid's new tax policy introduced a more nuanced approach: land taxes were calculated based on actual land use and productivity. This way, struggling farmers wouldn't be penalized for factors out of their control, and those with fertile land could still pay taxes without being overly burdened. 

Additionally, Astrid allocated resources to help farmers get the tools and training they needed to increase their crop yields, boosting the kingdom's agricultural output. One of Astrid's most innovative moves was the introduction of social programs funded by the new tax system. Astrid understood that while taxes could never fully eliminate poverty, they could be used to improve the living conditions of the lower class. She directed a portion of the new revenue to building better infrastructure, including roads, schools, and hospitals, which would benefit the whole kingdom in the long run.

One of Astrid's most innovative moves was the introduction of social programs funded by the new tax system. Astrid understood that while taxes could never fully eliminate poverty, they could be used to improve the living conditions of the lower class. She directed a portion of the new revenue to building better infrastructure, including roads, schools and hospitals which would benefit the whole kingdom in the long run.  It was during this time that 16 year old Astrid got engaged to Elias Solace.

Astrid's belief in, "the scales will never be even. But if you are clever, you can make sure they always tip in your favor," was more than just an ideology; it was the lens through which she viewed the world, her rule and her place in the kingdom. Though her reforms had the appearance of fairness and compassion, there were instances where Astrid's cleverness veiled her true intentions allowing her to consolidate her power and wealth in ways that benefitted her own interests. These selfish acts though often masked as necessary or practical, served to further her agenda while making her one of the most powerful figures in Mewni. 

One of the first examples of Astrid's self-serving tactics came when she reformed the taxation system. While her progressive tax laws were, on the surface, designed to ease the burden on the lower classes, Astrid made sure to create loopholes that benefited her directly. For instance, she was able to reduce her own personal taxes by claiming that a portion of her royal property was used for "research" into new tax policies—an excuse that conveniently allowed her to shield vast portions of her wealth from taxation. Further, in the restructuring of taxes on luxury goods and trade, Astrid made sure that certain industries such as the textile and gem industries (which were linked to her personal holdings) were taxed at a lower rate than others.

Astrid married Elias when they turned 18. She gave birth to:

- Penumbra Butterfly (a girl of dirt blonde hair and lime green eyes with eight pointed dark green stars known as the stars of chaos on her cheeks) at age 20

-Gracie Butterfly (A girl of her Grandma Freya's silver hair and her mother's blue eyes with white checkmarks on her cheeks).

Astrid gave the wand over to Penumbra when she turned 14 before dying of a stroke at age 45. Elias followed 2 years later from natural causes. They were both buried in the Royal Crypts.