You look for something to freak out about. Your throne is fine, the ceiling still shows the correct number of sessions/suns, what could be freaky. You look down. You notice you're green. You pull out an uno reverse card from your POCKETS and see yourself in the mirror. Your face is deformed, having your eyes above where they should be, and around the area where frogs have them. You then look at your feet, webbed. You then start hyperventilating and then you croak. A croak!?
You continue to hyperventilate and croak more and more. You then start breaking down and crying. How could this happen? Why you? Why, after all these years of giving your all in the queening department, can't you complete the final stretch of your goal? You thought it was going to be alright, after all, you finally found an heir. You thought that you could fix all your kingdom's problems, but now, now you don't even think you can solve your own problems.
Now you get angry. It's not every day that you get turned into your worst nightmare. You decide it's ample time to travel to one of your agents.