Frozen x tangled fanfiction Chapter 1
I don't own frozen or tangled or any of the characters involved
In the darkest of nights two men dressed in black armour riding armoured horses make their way to a tower that has been hidden away. Upon their arrival they find a cloak scattered on the ground filled with dust. The two men chuckle, collect up the evidence, and leave.
Reaching their destination, a hidden cavern, they lay the cloak and dust in front of a mysterious man.
"My Lord, we have retrieved the witch, Gothel. It seems she has failed not only in her attempt at retrieving the Sun Flower, but also her rebellion against you."
The knight who spoke stands and walks back as the mysterious man stands up from his throne. He walks to the cloak and dust.
"She was overcome by greed, keeping the Sun Flower's power to herself. And from what I can tell it killed her in the end, but no matter." He raises his hand and cuts it, then holds it above the dust.
"Obey my command by dark light; I give breath back to serve me and fight. Now rise Gothel, and return from the afterlife!" A drop of blood falls onto the dust then a curiously blinding, dark light fills the room as the dust forms into a woman. Once the transformation is complete the woman opens her eyes.
"W—where—where am I?" She looks around the room until her eyes fall onto the man standing in front of her. Her eyes open wide as memories of how she died fill her head. She is shaking with fear as she realizes that she knows the man standing before her.
"My Lord! It's been such a long time, hasn't it?" She chuckles nervously.
"Enough with your small talk, Gothel. You know what I want. Now, tell me..." He lifts his cloak over his head, revealing his grey skin and cold, white eyes that are now starting to glow a blood red color.
"Where is the Sun Flower?!" he yells.
Gothel is shocked and scared by the sudden outburst. "My L-Lord, someone has taken it! I do not know where the Sun Flower is at this—"
Cutting her off, the man holds Gothel by the throat. "Don't lie to me; you reek of the power of the Sun Flower, keeping it to yourself for over a hundred years! You were supposed to retrieve the Flower and bring it to me! I made you, Gothel, and I can break you in ways you do not want to imagine. Now tell me, where is my Flower?!"
After being let go, Gothel coughs and struggles to breathe. "Your temper hasn't changed, I see. Anyway, the king and queen of Corona have a child named Rapunzel; the Flower now resides within her." She then remembers what Flynn Rider did, which caused her demise. "Oh, yeah, a 'charming' thick headed thief named Flynn rider cut her hair. She can no longer use the power of the Sun Flower."
The man laughed at her. "You imbecile, if she and the Flower have become one I don't need her hair; I just need her."
One of the knights stepped forward. "If I may, My Lord, word has it that the Lost Princess of Corona has returned for quite some time. She has married a man named Eugene Fitzherbert, whom people claim is the thief Flynn Rider, the one who stole the Princess's crown in the first place."
Gothel is shocked by the news. The man looks at her. "What is it you aren't telling me?"
She shakes herself out of her shocked state, though still uncertain. "But… I stabbed that fool in the tower, and he cut her hair! How is he still alive? Unless..."
"Unless she can still use the power of the Sun Flower! You weren't even using its powers correctly and you ended up dead. Now, I have given you life once more; retrieve the girl and bring her to me! If you fail me again, Gothel, there is nowhere in any kingdom you can hide where I can't find you, and when I do—" he raised his hand to Gothel and she kneeled over in agony "—you'll be begging me to turn you to dust again. Do I make myself clear?"
After he lowers his hand she stands, looking furious, but holds her temper. "Yes, My Lord." And with that, one of the knights steps beside her, and they embark on the journey to Corona.
The moment they leave, a young man steps out of the shadows. He has black hair with streaks the shades of light orange and yellow, and eyes the color of the sun. He is wearing torn clothes covered with a black cloak.
"Father, who was that lady? Why was she here?" The boy speaks with an English accent.
The man turns towards the boy. "Don't worry about her, Kapre. Father has a task for you."
Kapre walks over to his father and hugs him lightly "Anything for you, Father."
The man smiles at his son's affection. "Good. I know you'll do well, since you benefit out of it, too."
Kapre looks to his father, confused but excited. "How so, Father?"
The man looks deeply into Kapre's eyes.
"Because it will help you get rid of your curse."
"But, Father, you said you wanted me to keep it... no matter how much I despise it."
The man gently grabs the boy's chin and makes him look at the older man. "My son, I hate to see you suffer, so if ridding you of this curse will bring you happiness then I'm more than willing to help."
The boy jumps in excitement. "Oh, thank you, Father! I am so pleased to hear you say that."
The father stops his son's early celebration. "Don't thank me yet; if you wish to rid yourself of this curse you must travel to Arendelle and bring me queen Elsa. She holds the cure to your problem."
"But Father, how would I even get close to the queen, let alone retrieve her? I can't use my curse as I might end up killing her instead and I swore I'd never hurt anyone ever again... after what I did to you."
Kapre is now looking upset, and his is father rubbing one of his gloved hands.
"Do not worry, my son; I have long since forgiven you. Now, you will portray yourself as a prince from England. I will send a special letter to the queen. When she reads it, she will want to hold a ball; there you will introduce yourself as Prince Arron of Berthona." The man picks up a vial from the table next to him and drops the liquid from it onto Kapre's head.
"There. Now whoever you tell your false name to, this potion will make them believe you. Now go pack and get ready. And remember, you have to get as close to Queen Elsa as possible."
The boy hugs his father once more. "Thank you, Father."
The father lightly hugs the boy back. "Just don't let me down, 'Arron'."
Kapre giggles at his false name and runs off. "I won't," he says before he is out of sight.
The man calls over the second knight while picking up a charm from the table. "Accompany Kapre to the kingdom as his personal body guard and use this charm should his powers become uncontrollable."
The knight takes the charm. "Yes, My Lord." He turns to walk away but the man grabs his arm.
"One last thing: should he stray too far from his mission, don't be afraid to behead him and bring his head back along with the queen's, understood?"
"Yes, My Lord."
And so, the knight waits out the front of their home for Kapre to turn up. He finally does, dressed as a royal prince and even without the spell he looks very convincing.
"Let us go, your Highness." The knight speaks as Kapre eyes him curiously while mounting his horse. "From now on I will only address you as your highness, as I am now your bodyguard," he continues, his voice muffled due to the helmet covering his face.
Kapre nods and they both ride off. Back in the cave, the man smiles, rubbing his hand over a small stone in his other gloved palm.
"And so it begins..."