Small changes, substantial changes. Yet the essence remains untouched. Our hero made it to the other side. She feels liberated; how she lives has been transformed, not who she is.
Discrepancies and disparities are inevitable. Her inert environment discomfits our labile hero; loneliness pervades the other side. Most notable is the absence of close frogs, as most opt to remain immersed in the familiar. Newly acquainted frogs slowly fill voids left behind.
From the other side, our hero is more perspicacious than she's given credit for. When confided in, she can decode frogs' unhappiness, as if spoken in a secret language. The words are lucent to any frog with heightened awareness to the divide. Extrapolating from vague and befuddled words, our hero reaches out to help frogs make the transition.
A fair dose of confusion ensues between the frogs as they transition from the familiar to the frontier. Before crossing the divide, their relationship with our hero upheld the only social mores they knew. Suddenly everything and anything is possible. They see in each other familiarity, with whom new possibilities can be explored. Yet there is the omnipresent fear that previously suppressed urges will misperceive outlets -- that the breaching of whilom taboos will become fetishized, almost selfishly.
Frogs must be honest with each other, often painfully so. Pent up emotions and feelings have their way of unfolding, and frogs must practice expressing themselves in new ways. Our hero must balance helping other frogs get over their initial fear of the unknown with the need to maintain her own integrity. She must learn to overcome the lurking fear that her genuine inclinations coincide with what adds up to a mere experiment for frogs just getting used to crossing the great divide.
