Disney on Ice Fail

Ant Lindsay and Uncle Matt got Elliott tickets to Disney Princesses on Ice for her birthday.  She has been talking about it for 2 weeks and couldn't wait for our big adventure.  We got all dressed up, loaded into the car (Dee Dee got to go in place of Uncle Matt for a fun girls day adventure), drove all the way down to Providence, posed for this happy picture:

... and then she had a meltdown.  She panicked.  It was loud and crowded and loud and loud.  She could not be consoled.  We barely convinced her to go through the ticket turnstile -- we could NOT get her to go into the arena.  We tried baby steps, popcorn bribery, ear plugs ... we tried for a half hour and eventually gave up and went home.  She's usually so outgoing and independent it really threw me.  Poor kid was petrified.  Maybe next year?