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The unseen force released her, pushing her into the person whose início she’d just broken into. They tumbled to the floor, and Elsa was only aware of three things: her icy magic, glaring into the petite girl’s arms and covering them in frost, the angry, painful burning sensation caused por the girl’s glowing hair; which was draped over the former queen’s prone figure, and the fact that the red-headed assassin was standing on the windowsill, an Arqueiro in her bow and prepared to do her job. All of this meant one thing, and one thing only.

Elsa was going to be killed, her death punctuated por the frost seeping like blood from her figure, the burns of a strange girl’s magic hair, and the sound of an Arqueiro piercing flesh. This was the epitome of a severe disadvantage.



Chapter Two: Hearts and Skeletons

Elsa closed her eyes and set her mind on Anna, wanting her last thoughts to be of her sister. She was ready for death. She heard the twanging sound of the Arqueiro being released, heard the swish of it flying towards her though the air, now she prepared herself for the sound of an Arqueiro imbedding itself in her flesh. She wondered if it’d pierce her heart.

But the Arqueiro didn’t pierce anything. Rapunzel, hair still shining a brilliant gold, jumped to her feet when she saw the redhead in her window. Grabbing a frying pan from a counter, she swung her frying pan in front of Elsa and the arrows glanced harmlessly off of the cast-iron cookware.

But the killer-for-hire had no intention to give up without a fight. Glaring at her opponent, she reloaded her bow and fired dozens of arrows at Elsa, all of which simply bounced off the frying pan. She had one last arrow. The murderer knew that she wouldn’t be able to assassinate the queen with this girl in the way, so she pulled back her bowstring and fired her bow.

The Arqueiro pierced straight into Rapunzel’s heart.

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“Ugh, my back is killing me,” Gothel complained to no one at all as she strode through the forest. “I’m getting old.” It was the truth, no matter how well she hid it. She wasn’t as suited for long journeys as she was years ago.

And where was this woman going, you ask? Her final destination was the Kingdom of Arendelle, as there was a wedding she had to attend and a recently crowned monarch she had to talk to. But she wanted to pay a visit to an old friend first.

Finally, her surroundings changed from forest to a clearing seguinte to a pristine marble wall. The clearing was full of wilted flowers, but Gothel didn’t care. In fact, it would have set the mood pretty well, had this been a play instead of real life. The woman strode up to the gilded gate set into the marble wall, and pulled out a jagged key.

“Looking good, Snowy,” she said cordially to the petite skeleton pinned to the marble wall, her bones as pristine as her namesake. The woman gave a little chortle, then jammed the key into the door and it opened. She entered the walled in palace courtyard, leaving Snow White’s skeletal corpse alone again.

Gothel strode purposefully into the palace and onward, until she found herself in a tiny basement area filled with alchemical tools. A dangerously beautiful woman was sitting at a table, pouring a ground up white powder into a red liquid. Gothel walked right up to her; not fearing her like most of the world.

“Hello, sister dearest,” she said with a smirk. The dangerously beautiful woman whirled around, droplets of a strange liquid slopping out of a beaker.

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Back in Rapunzel’s tower, the hired killer had a triumphant grin on her face as she gazed over the petite girl who she had just shot through the heart, the fatal Arqueiro embedded down to the shaft in Rapunzel’s chest.

But the grin was soon wiped of the redhead’s face, as Rapunzel, her hair still glowing and still brandishing a frying pan, casually pulled the Arqueiro out and dropped it to the floor. The assassin watched on in awe as the wound, which was oozing a luminescent, golden blood, swiftly began to close up and was soon completely unharmed skin, leaving nothing but the tear in her dress as evidence of the attempted murder.

The murderous archer’s eyes widened, as she realized that her target had found refuge with not a aleatório and easily killable girl, but with an ethereal and magical creature not unlike the dethroned queen in power.

Rapunzel wasn’t at all harmed por the Arqueiro that had minutos atrás pierced her heart, but she decided from the fact that two people had broken into her tower and one had tried to kill her, that her mother had been completely right about the outside world. She had to do what her mother would do if she’d been here, and get rid of them.

Striding progressivo, para a frente and trying to seem mais dangerous and confident than she was, Rapunzel cornered the girl who had shot her. The assassin hadn’t moved from her window ledge perch, and now she was torn between the girl who had bled gold and the sheer drop from the tower’s edge.

The golden-haired girl’s long, long hair flew about her, fluttering around herself and Merida and encasing them both in strands of what seemed mais like spun gold than hair. Rapunzel’s brow lowered in determination, and she reached out… and pushed.

“Never! Come! Back!” the girl shouted as her would-be killer tumbled through the air and Rapunzel’s long hair which still swirled around her, the assassin’s hands grasping for something, anything to cling to. She found something, the golden girl’s long locks of hair, which she managed to tangle herself around, and por climbing down her hair as if it were a rope, she managed to reach the ground in a way that didn’t involve her brains being scattered among the flowers.

However, Rapunzel didn’t care that the archer had survived. She was a good person, and hadn’t wanted anything but for that dangerous person to leave her home. So she stepped away from the window, pulling her long hair back into the tower as she did so.

Stepping back towards the other intruder, she saw that she was unconscious, probably because of the Arqueiro in her neck, the only one that Rapunzel hadn’t been able to deflect. But that was probably the least interesting thing about the strange girl.

Rapunzel saw that her hair began to glow mais brightly the closer she got to the stranger, the only time her hair had ever shone when nobody was singing. “That’s weird,” Rapunzel muttered, but then she noticed something even mais unordinary: her arms were covered with frost where the currently unconscious girl had touched them.

She had never seen snow, or frost, or anything like this up close, so she leaned in to get a better view of her arm. The artist in her took note of how each fleck of ice was different: so this is why that snowstorm painting looked so under-detailed! Reaching out to touch her arm, she was surprised to find it cold as ice and completely numbed.

Rapunzel was about to investigate her frostbitten forearms even further, but then the intruder, still crumpled on the hard wooden floor, began to stir, reminding Rapunzel of the danger she was in.

Holding her frying pan in front of her and her hair shining brighter and brighter as she neared the prone figure, Rapunzel began to raise her frying pan, with all intent to grab her while she was still unconscious. But then, getting a better look at the woman’s face, she realized something: this was the woman she’d seen in her dream, whose eyes were emblazoned on the mural right in front of her.

Rapunzel dropped her frying pan.

She couldn’t do it, couldn’t throw this girl who had done nothing off of her tower like she had done with the one who shot her. And besides, she was currently bleeding, an Arqueiro embedded in her neck. She was in need. And although her mother had never taught her this, Rapunzel somehow knew that one had to help a person in need.

She knelt down besides the girl from her dream and began to lift her off of the floor.





So, um, that was chapter two... hope you liked it, although I doubt you did. And sorry that it was so short.