So yeah, I did things the way my Scottish waifu would want them done. Made my bow, went out more, spoke my mind, ate more apples. I just stopped giving a shit about what people thought about me because those things don't matter. I bet if I were a girl I'd get comments about my "unfeminine" behavior (mirroring Elinor's "A Princess does not..." bullshit). Hell, people still don't like my attitude to this day because I let them know exactly how I feel about things.
Fast forward to current year, I hadn't seen Brave in a while, and things with the family haven't changed much. Imagine my surprise when I see the promotional images for WiR2 and I see my girl's face staring back at me. Staring back with those deep blue eyes. Then I watched the trailers and I get to hear her accent again. Between 2012 and now they really didn't give much of a shit about her, putting her in garbage like OUAT and toddler-tier shit like Sofia the First. Even if they were making fun of her accent and character in that trailer it was good to see her again.
Soon after watching that I spent my summer doing too things: browsing the 'chan and watching Brave over and over and over again. Still being able to relate to Merida's situation, still finding reasons for why she's my favourite Princess. I found a greater appreciation for other parts of the movie as well. I liked the humour, especially when it came to the three clans (Young Macintosh is my favourite prince). I loved the music (still listen to the soundtrack from time to time). There's just something about the Highland setting that I found especially attractive (its presentation reminded me of TES, especially Oblivion). Every rewatch gave me a newfound appreciation, taking me to a special place away from the bullshit of real life. Brave has that level of escapism that I couldn't really get from another animated movie (except HTTYD and Treasure Planet to some extent). I wanted to be there.