I'm in that stereotypical teenage girl mood where I'm mad at everything and want to throw a tantrum and mad at myself for being mad at everything and URGH I JUST WANNA CRY—so I'll just drabble to let it out, okay? Okay.
Eighteen years seemed like such a long time to have spent in the same three rooms. Granted, Rapunzel had said she had everything she wanted—that is, everything but freedom. And as Flynn watched her sleep, alone with him in the woods and completely free, he couldn't help but feel sorrow. Just mere hours before, the woman she had known as her mother for her whole life had fallen to her death, from the same tower she had imprisoned Rapunzel. Rapunzel's hair, so long and blonde and magical, had been severed quite completely; merely a shaggy brown fluff remained on her scalp. And she had left the only home she'd ever known, just for a petty thief and the hope that a family she'd never laid eyes upon would take her in as their own.
The dying fire illuminated Rapunzel's face in a red dramatic light. Her tiny freckles popped against her pale face, probably there from staring out the window day in and day out. Curled up and head on Flynn's chest, he marveled at how vulnerable she really was. This girl, who had fought castle guards, won the hearts of ruffians and thugs, and even overcame an evil witch, was just as prone to loneliness and exhaustion as everyone else. She really was tiny; her body pale and frail after a lifetime of little exercise and lack of exposure to sun, save her face. It was a wonder she even stayed alive all those years—Flynn was sure he would've jumped out the tower either for rebellion or suicide by the time he was thirteen.
Stroking her hair, and delighting in the small sigh of pleasure that came through her dreams, Flynn wondered what was yet to come. How would the king and queen of Corona take to their daughter falling for a thief, one with multiple warrants and arrests under his belt? Would they accept the fact that he had changed for their daughter, or would they send him straight to the noose? Furthermore, how would they come to terms with Rapunzel? Maybe she looks like her parents, but that wasn't always the case with offspring. Would the king and queen send them off, regarding them as imposters, or would they let the two stay in the castle, rejoicing the return of their only child? He hoped, nay, he prayed that it wouldn't be the first scenario.
Rapunzel shifted suddenly in her sleep, snuggling closer to Flynn and snapping him out of his train of thought. Her hand moved slowly to his lower torso, and her head farther up his chest. The way she looked right now made him stop and stare. She was at peace, finally, for the first time this whole day, and he couldn't help but finally feel at peace, too. Who cared if the king or queen dismissed them or not? Who cared if he lived in the forest for the rest of his years? As long as he could do it with Rapunzel, side by side, hand in hand, he would be happy. And, for now, that was all that really mattered.
That helped a little. So I totally enjoy this movie, but Mother Gothel was my favorite character, cause she just cracked me up the whole movie. You *might* expect more of Tangled stuff from me, I'm not sure. If it is, though, it'll be pure fluff.