A/N: Just a short little oneshot that I have been thinking of the past few days, I hope you enjoy and please remember to just stop by and leave a review, it really means a lot to me. Also if you get the chance, try reading some of my other "Tangled" fanfictions! If you would like to follow me on tumblr you can find me at .com .
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The hand that smoothed the spikey ends of her hair, was gentle. Just like hers. The hand of someone who spends hours painting a beautiful portrait, the hand of someone who daintily turns the page of a book, trying not to get ahead of themself though they know they will eventually be at the end.
This was her mother's hand.
It wasn't a possessive touch as her captor's had been, in fact it was a strange comfort, a comfort she had never quite fully felt before.
Perhaps it was because she knew that this person didn't love her for her hair, in fact that was probably the last thing she was thinking about at that moment.
Whenever Gothel would hug her tightly, Rapunzel seeking that motherly comfort that never seemed to truly suffice, her fingers would work their way through the girl's long blonde hair, making her twinge whenever they hit a knot in which she had failed to untangle.
She couldn't help but realize how much her life related to a simple tangle, it's just sitting there without disturbance from a brush or comb when all of a sudden things begin to try to pull it apart, seperate it, pull it from it's comfort.
Her life was tangled from the very beginning.
Without the blonde hair holding her a prisoner, she realized how much easier everything was, walking, running, dancing, breathing, and most importantly living.
The blonde hair that she took care of everyday was seeming to be more of a blessing than a curse.
But in some funny, messed up way, it was just how things were suppose to be. She had her family now, she had Eugene, she had the life that she always deserved but never knew about, yet something still bugged her.
As she hugged onto her mother tightly, she took a shaking hand and ran her slim fingers through her mother's brunette locks.
"Mother, you have beautiful hair."
It was the truth, compared to the girl's new choppy locks, her mother's hair looked so much prettier then her's, a lot like her old hair. That's what she was beginning to miss, the length.
"My dear, who cares about hair?" The royal whispered into her daughter's ear, holding on even tighter and letting out a quiet sob.
That was when Rapunzel finally began to cry, for the life she had always yearned for yet she didn't know about, for the woman that ruined her for so long and didn't regret it, for all the time she had been walked all over like the rug that lay upon the tower's floor, but mostly she cried for what her mother had said.
Because for once, her life was beginning and the tangles were gone.
She never thought she would see the day, where she would be untangled.