Transphibians
It’s traditional. At a princess’s christening, one offended fairy pronounces a curse instead of a blessing. Fenland was no exception. Stygia appeared with a rumble of thunder, proclaiming anticlimactically “Her name is Ann Phibia.”
Ann grew as her fairy gifts promised, intelligent, kind and (of course) beautiful. At 16, her ball fell into a pond. A crowned frog returned it, requesting a kiss in exchange. “The spell will break and we can marry.” he said.
She remembered the stories, shrugged, and kissed him.
Ann vanished in a brilliant flash. A second crowned frog appeared.
They croaked their vows.