A/N: This is my first FF. I know it's short and a lot of them probably will be for a little while. I watched Tangled (at least 500 times now) and a bunch of ideas have been rolling around in my head. It's probably not very good or original, but I really don't care at the moment. Read and Review... please? c:
Disclaimer: If I owned Tangled, there would be a prequel showing Eugene and Rapunzel's life before they met, and a full sequel of them and their children.
Rapunzel, though only four years old, was very smart. As smart as one can be if they'd been hidden away in a tower their whole life. For instance, she knew that she wasn't supposed to mention Pascal around Mother, because it would upset her. She also knew that today was her birthday. Birthdays were her favorite. Each year, Mother got up extra early to make her pancakes, and then she would sit in her chair and brush her long, golden hair while singing the special song only they knew. Then after that, she would read one passage from a book to her, which was Rapunzel's favorite part of the day.
After a supper of Hazelnut soup, Rapunzel's new favorite, Mother brought in her present. It was a new dress, light blue and made of silk. She was grateful, but she would never say her one true wish was to be able to go outside and play in the fields.
It was only after Mother had tucked her in that night, that Rapunzel realized Pascal wasn't with her. She tip-toed as quietly as she could, being extra careful with the one squeaky step, as to not wake Mother up.
"Pascal!" She whispered, looking around, expecting to see him to blending in with the wall. She heard a quiet 'squee-squee' that could only be her favorite chameleon. He was sitting by the closed window, opting for a dark brown that made him almost invisible. She covered her mouth and giggled at him when he stuck out his long tongue.
"Shh, be quiet. You don't want Mother to wake up and throw you out, do you?" He immediately became quiet, but inched closer to the handle on the window door.
"Oh, Pascal. I want to see the stars too, but Mother said not to," Rapunzel knew the rules, and one of them included not opening the window at night.
Pascal pouted and huffed, turning a sad blue. She crossed her arms and rose one eyebrow (which she learned how to do after much practice). After a few moments of staring each other down, she hesitantly walked over to him. He grabbed the handles with his tongue, and pulled. Rapunzel gasped at what she saw. Hundreds of lights, and they were indeed lights, no star could be that big, were floating through the air.
"Wow," she sighed in awe, "They're so pretty." She wanted to know why they were there, and who they were for.
"Rapunzel?" Mother walked down the stairs just in time to see her close the doors and turn around. "Rapunzel! What were you doing?" Rapunzel saw the panic in Mother's face.
"I was just looking. Mother, what are those ligh-" Mother cut her off.
"Stars, Rapunzel. They are stars. Now, you should get back to bed. I'm sure you're exhausted from your big day, my flower." Mother followed her all the way to her bed, where they said goodnight.
"I love you," she said.
"I love you more," Rapunzel responded.
"I love you most," Mother said while kissing her head and stroking her hair.
That night, while Pascal slept beside her, Rapunzel decided that whatever it would take, she would see the pretty floating lights.