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Chapter One: A Fix & A Switch

Flynn sliced Rapunzel's hair freeing her from her magic and her "step" mother once and for all. Once Rapunzel's life settled down from the flurry of reuniting her parents and becoming a princess, she had time to reflect. In the morning she'd feel liberated from both the physical wall that had once imprisoned her and the figurative wall her magic had created between her and those who were not burdened by socerery. However, on dark nights long after the sun set, sometimes she'd wake with a cavity where her soul should have been. Her hair, once the product of a sun drop flower, had provided her with an ineffable warmth even on the coldest most sunless nights of the year. As the days grew shorter, she realized she no longer had that power for herself or for her subjects. It was only October and frost blanketed the ground every night-she feared a horrible winter-one in which her people might suffer.

"You don't need magic to help your kingdom," Flynn assured her on an icy evening when her restlessness had woken him. "Your parents have effectively taken care of this kingdom during many bad winters. You are the only person with magic around-at least in this kingdom," he laughed.

"There might be others in this kingdom," she retorted. Rapunzel knew he was referring to a rumor about a princess who had been born in the neighboring kingdom with magic powers.

"You know Arendelle is having a re-do coronation for Queen Elsa." He leaned on the balcony overlooking Corona. "Maybe we should sneak in...I hear she was locked away just like you."

"First of all, we were invited, just like last time." Rapunzel walked along the railing of the balcony with both hands out to steady herself. She noticed Flynn flinched whenever she played around at great heights. Tonight he seemed braced to catch her even though she never fell.

"Old habits die hard and sneaking into places is fun. I kinda miss it," he mumbled.

"Secondly, I find it hard to believe Princess Elsa's parents locked her in their own castle," Rapunzel continued. "My parents never would have done such a thing. They would've taught me how to use my powers to help others."

"Not every part of a rumor is true, but I guess you wouldn't know that since you were in a tower until a few months ago and only read books." Flynn turned his back to the glittering house lights of the kingdom of the sun and shrugged with sarcastic arrogance.

"Hey!" Rapunzel hopped down from the railing and playfully advanced on Flynn who backed against the edge of the balcony.

"Though somehow you learned self-defence," he said quickly.

"The Princess Fiona Guide to Self-Defence helped me a lot."

"Who?"

"Clearly, you need to spend more time reading and less time listening to rumors." Rapunzel tossed her new pixie cut. "Fiona is the Queen of Far Far Away and she has several autobiographies out now."

"Is she the one who murdered a fairy godmother and married an ogre?"

"The very same," Rapunzel replied. "Well, I don't think she actually killed the fairy godmother-just incapacitated her for a bit." She yawned and stretched. "We should get some rest."

"Are you feeling better?" Flynn asked, a note of concern in his voice as he rested a hand on her shoulder.

"Enough to go to sleep," she smiled. "I have a kingdom, I'm learning to rule after all."

The sun beat down on Ana as she stood in a vacant desert. Sweat poured out of her body causing her desire for a soothing glass of ice water to become an unquenchable thirst. Everytime she thought she saw an oasis it vanished. There were no deserts near Arendelle, so somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she was dreaming, but as her body continued to suffer she could not wake herself. Her sweat transformed into the color of her skin and her body began to drip away. "I'm melting!" she screamed. Still she could not manage to drag herself out of the tortured sleep. As her legs sank into a puddle on the sand, Hans appeared. He was laughing at her. At last, a gust of icy air wrapped around her gooey body and pulled her towards the sky and into the pillow on her bed.

"Ana, are you okay?" Elsa asked, her frigid hands on her sister's shoulders. "I heard you cry out from down the hall."

"I am now," Ana assured her. They held each other for a second, then Ana scooted next to her sister on the bed so they could sit with their feet hanging over the bed.

"But you've been having nightmares for weeks," Elsa unnecessarily reminded her.

"Must be something I'm eating," Ana suggested. Whenever she was conscious her dreams seemed so trivial, after the reality she had faced saving her sister. However, each night the dream haunted from the moment she fell asleep until someone else woke her.

"Is it the same dream?"

"Yes, but it's just a dream," Ana replied, kicking her feet. "You don't actually believe it means something?"

"Well..."

"You're so supersitious." With a laugh, Ana flapped her hand at her sister without making eye contact with her. "It's not a big deal."

Silence answered Ana's protest. She glanced at her sister who was staring at her wide eyed. Normally, Ana would enjoy seeing her composed sister aghast, but the shock was directed at her.

"What's wrong?" Ana asked.

"Uh Ana..." Elsa swallowed and touched Ana's hair. "You know where that streak of white used to be in your hair?"

"Yeah?" Ana said, brushing her sister's hand away. "What about it?"

"Well." Elsa turned her sister's head toward her full length mirror. "It's back and...uh...glowing."