I drew a fanart of Pacifica dressed as Rapunzel from Disney's Tangled. While posting it on Gravity Falls Amino, I wrote a little story to go along with it, which turned into this chapter. I made a few slight changes here from the original on Amino, but for the most part it's the same. This story is based on both the Rapunzel fairytale and the Disney movie Tangled and will take inspiration from both, with a Gravity Falls twist.

I hope you enjoy this story.


Once upon a time in the great state of Oregon there sat a tiny lumber town by the name of Gravity Falls. Ruling over the simple people of Gravity Falls was the rich and powerful Northwest family, who founded the town and ruled for five generations.

All who dwelled in Gravity Falls respected and envied the Northwests. King Preston was a hard man, although pleasant enough when forced to interact with the common folk. However, he preferred to revel in his riches, and authentically enjoyed fellowship with those he deemed worthy.

Queen Priscilla, a woman known for miles and throughout neighboring kingdoms for her beauty spent hours gazing in her prized silver mirror. The time she managed away from the glass she ventured into town to smile and wave at the commoners who melted at the sight of one with a flawless face.

Lastly there was their daughter, heir to the throne: Princess Pacifica. The commonfolk were priviledged to catch glimpse of the princess during rare events such as competitions, most notably mini golf and singing-both activities the young woman excelled in. At every apperance Pacifica was dressed in the most lavish gowns, usually of a purple hue (the color she was most fond of).

However, the feature that caught the attention of the townsfolk was Pacifica's long and thick golden locks. The blonde tresses glimmered in the sunlight and with each appearance the people of Gravity Falls gossiped that her hair seemed much longer than before. By the time she appeared on her thirteenth birthday, her hair fell just above her ankles.

Pacifica pranced around the raised stage as she performed a traditional favorite that entranced all those who listened. The queen glanced out at the crowd and her brow folded inwards when she noticed the placid smiles on her subjects faces.

As Pacifica sang her hair glistened. The near glowing shine caught the eyes of one in the crowd.

The old withered woman hobbled to the front of the stage. She reached out her wrinkled arm just as Pacifica moved towards the edge. Priscilla nearly screamed as the old woman grasped for Pacifica's hair, her fingers barely brushed the strands and at the touch her arm healed.

The princess finished her song earning her loud applause from the crowd which drowned out the woman's cries of delight. She curtseyed down into a kneel and her golden hairs fell over her shoulders and formed perfectly around the hem of her dress.

Priscilla nodded at her husband who ordered two guards to move in on the old woman. The people surrounding the stage moved away as the burly men dressed in black each grasped an arm of the surprised elderly woman. She yelled her innocence as they dragged her away with the accusation of trying to assault the princess during her song. Those nearby debated the woman's innocence, but none had seen the incident clear enough.

After the performance Pacifica never made another appearance in the kingdom. Whispering began and eventually rumors of the princess' sudden illness all the way to untimely death hovered over the kingdom. The king and queen never made an attempt to correct any notions formed by the commoners. Instead they, along with a few trusted servants, hid the secret of the girl's whereabouts.

Within the luxurious castle protected by a massive gate that required ten men to open, up in the tallest tower, the princess spent her thirteenth year. Trapped within the stone tower with a single window that granted the room necessary light, Pacifica spent her days. No ladder reached the window and there was only one way in and out of the single room.

Over the year Pacifica's hair had grown thirteen yards, each strand as strong as rope. Each day a servant climbed up the princess' hair to present her with food and other necessities. The queen made an apperance at least once a week, and for the entire year Pacifica had not seen her father.

For many days Pacifica stared out the tower window that overlooked the pine forest that led towards the town. Staring into the distance where the noises of daily bustling never reached her ears she imagined a life rich with adventure. What more she dared to dream of true love.

At night when the stars shone through the open window, Pacifica laid in her plush bed with the finest blankets. She closed her sky blue eyes and wished for the day a fearless prince braved her tower and presented her with the freedom she could only dream of.

Deep down she knew it was a foolish dream, but one she poured her heart into.