The first time that Rapunzel had met Elsa, her hands had been in purple gloves and her white blond hair held back in a tight bun. Rapunzel had first seen her at her coronation party, though the two had never spoken. Rapunzel had been busy enough with attention of her own and hair problems. Still, the queen had caught her eyes and the image of her had remained in her mind even long after Rapunzel left the kingdom of Arrandelle.
Elsa was like a queen from the fairy tales that Rapunzel had read when she was a child. Elsa walked and held herself with regality; Elsa was the picture of sophisticated grace.
Rapunzel supposed her own life was like a fairy tale, with her magic hair and royal blood. Still, she would hardly consider herself anything like Elsa. Rapunzel tripped, spilled paint all over her dresses, and never let her brown hair grow out - nothing that she had ever read about in her stories.
But, she supposed, that was why they were just stories. Though their second meeting would probably never be written down and illustrated, the pages bound together and made into a book for future generations, there had been something magical about it. Elsa's eyes had lit up with recognition, even if it had been a few years since they had last seen each other, not to mention that Rapunzel no longer had her eye catching sea of hair. Elsa's hair had been down in a loose braid that bobbed as she walked, and her pale hands had been free and visible for Rapunzel to see. She had laughed and smiled, and Rapunzel had done the same, enjoying what time she had. Elsa was a story come to life, and Rapunzel could only watch the pages turn with glee.
