Hello! I'm really not sure if this is really a tangled/eah crossover, but it's a version of tangled so why not! I hope you enjoy it, it was a lot of fun! Just a warning, not everything will happen exactly like in the movie, but I'm going to try to stick to the storyline for the most part. ONWARD!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone who appears in this story, except my OC who you shall meet later!

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Two baby girls lay sleeping side by side in their cribs. One pink, and one purple. Both girls had auburn hair, tiny noses, and perfectly curled eyelashes. A beam of light from the moon fell across the two sleeping girls. A figure in a dark cloak slipped in through the window, singing softly.

"Flower, gleam and glow

Let your power shine

Make the clock reverse

Bring back what once was mine

Heal what has been hurt

Change the Fate's' design..."

Both of the girl's hair began to glow, starting at the top of their heads and down to the tips of their hair. The dark figure took out a pair of shears, slowly reaching forward for the infant in the pink crib. Reaching behind her ear, she continued to sing.

"Save what has be-" the figure gasped as the infant's hair in her hand faded to its original color, and the where the hair had been cut curled wildly behind her ear. The figure scowled, tucking the shears back into her cloak.

Voices sounded, letting out cries of alarm. The figure snatched up one of the baby girls, holding her close to her body and leaping out the window in a swirl of black.

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Queen Rapunzel and her husband Eugene burst into the room, followed by several guards. Rapunzel rushed to the cribs, then let out a startled scream.

"My child! My baby is gone!" she picked up the remaining child, holding her close to her chest and turning to face Eugene. "Where is Poppy? What happened?"

Eugene hugged his wife and remaining daughter. "Calm down, it's all going to be ok. We still have Holly, and we'll search the kingdom until we find Poppy." he turned to the guards. "Tell everyone you know, Princess Poppy is missing. Look everywhere. We need to find our daughter!"

Holly had started to cry. She didn't understand what had happened, but she felt a part of her was missing, and she wanted it back.

Rapunzel hugged her daughter tightly.

"Don't worry Holly," she said softly. "We'll get Poppy back."

Fifteen years later

Poppy crept along her tower walls, looking up into the rafters. Had then a flick of a tail she'd just seen? Smiling slyly, she grabbed her hair, and lassoed it around the rafter.

She climbed up, sitting on the rafter behind her pet monkey, Barber. She reached out one hand, poking his back. He shrieked, jumping and spinning around to face her. Poppy laughed.

"Got you! You wanna go again?"

Barber scowled at her, plopping down and crossing his arms. Poppy rolled her eyes. "Alright, fine. What do you want to do?"

Barber's face lit up, and he ran to the window, swinging outside and balancing on the ledge. He looked back at her pleadingly. Poppy shook her head.

"Yea, no. I like it in here. It's peaceful, don't you think?"

Barber stuck his tongue out, crossing his arms again. Poppy laughed.

"Oh come on Barber, it's not that bad in here."

Poppy slid back into her room, landing on her feet.

"Seven AM, the usual morning lineup."

Poppy began sweeping the floor.

"Start on the chores and sweep 'til the floor's all clean!"

She began the rest of her chores.

"Polish and wax, do laundry, and mop and shine up, sweep again, and by then it's like 7:15!"

Poppy set down the broom, then looked over at the clock, leaning on the broom with exhaustion. Setting the broom down, she picked up a book, then two more.

"And so I'll read a book, or maybe two or three!"

Poppy picked up her paintbrush and paints, turning to her wall of paintings that were full of different kinds of hairstyles.

"I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery!"

Poppy spun from room to room, picking up object after object.

"I'll play guitar and knit, and cook and basically," Poppy looked at the window longingly. "Just wonder when will my life begin?"

"Then after lunch it's puzzles and darts and baking." Poppy shoved the plate of cookies toward Barber. While he ate them eagerly, Poppy strode around the tower, practicing the skills she had acquired over her fifteen years of being in the tower.

"Paper mache, a bit of ballet and chess! Pottery and ventriloquy, candle making."

Poppy stretched her arms over her head, then grabbed her pencil and sketchbook, climbing onto the rafters.

"Then I'll stretch, maybe sketch, take a climb,

Sew a dress!"

Poppy sang, sewing a small dress for Barber. After she was finished, she picked up the books she'd read only half an hour earlier.

"And I'll reread the books, if I have time to spare!" she then picked up her paintbrush yet again.

"I'll paint the walls some more, I'm sure there's room somewhere!" Poppy grabbed a brush.

"And then I'll brush and brush, and brush and brush my hair!

Stuck in the same place I've always been."

Poppy started to spin around.

"And I'll keep wonderin' and wonderin', and wonderin' and wonderin'! When will my life begin?"

Poppy turned to stare out the window, leaning out with her chin in her hands.

"And tomorrow night, the lights will appear. Just like they do on my birthday, each year," Poppy said, thinking of the purple and pink lanterns the lit up the sky on her birthday, July nineteenth.

What is it like, out there where they glow? Now that I'm older, Mother might just, let me go…"

Poppy trailed off, turning to stare at the painting of her in her tower, staring up at the lanterns. She couldn't figure out what, but something seemed to be missing on the other half of the painting…

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Sparrow slid down from the castle wall, landing on the ground and ran to the edge of the building where his teammates, Connor and Travis, were already standing. Connor turned to face Sparrow.

"You ready, Hood?"

"You bet," he said eagerly.

"Good." Travis slipped a rope around Sparrow's waste, then tightened it. He and connor grabbed the rope tightly.

"What are you waiting for? Get down there and get the princess's crown."

Sparrow saluted them. "Will do!" he jumped down the panel in the roof, and felt the rope pull taught before he descended slowly. He was directly over the crown meant for the missing princess, when one of the guards sneezed. Sparrow winced in sympathy, and called out,

"Ugh. Hay fever?"

The guard turned and smiled at him. "Yea, it's the worst." Sparrow grabbed the crown, putting it in his bag. Then he yanked on the rope. He was pulled up and had gotten almost to the ceiling when the guard gasped and yelled out.

"Hey! HEY! STOP!"

"Oops," Sparrow whispered. Connor grabbed him by the arm, yanking him out of the hole.

"What did you do?" he hissed.

"It doesn't matter," Travis yelled. "Run!" the three boys took off, running across the roof and jumping onto the ground. They ran, coming to a wall with several small holes and ledges in it. Sparrow turned to Connor and Travis.

"Ok. give me a boost, and I'll pull you up." the brothers looked at each other, then travis held out his hand.

"Give us the crown." Sparrow gaped at them.

"Seriously? After everything we've been through together, you don't trust me?!" the boys just stared at him. "Ouch." sparrow dropped the bag in travis's hand, and Travis grabbed him by the waste, shoving him half way up the wall. Sparrow climbed his way up the rest, and looked down at Connor and Travis. They looked up at him.

"What are you waiting for? Help us up, Hood." Sparrow smirked at them.

"Sorry boys, but my hands are full!" he said, waving the bag and then running away. He heard yelling behind him, but didn't look back.

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The two sisters were reunited after fifteen years, and they lived happily ever after.

Holly set down her pencil, sighing. "If only this was true," she said sadly. She had never met her twin, as she had been taken when both girls were very young, but Holly dreamed of one day being reunited with her sister.

Holly slid off her wall, walking through the streets of her kingdom. Lost in thought, she barely heard the excited whispering as she walked past. A voice cut through Holly's cloud of thoughts, yelling,

"Princess! Look out!"

Holly turned her head to try to find the source of the voice, and crashed right into somebody in front of her. Her notebook dropped to the ground, and she knelt down to grab it at the same time as the mysterious person did, and they met each other's eyes. The person was a teenage boy about Holly's age, with black hair and a scarf tied around his neck.

"Hello," Holly said, grabbing her notebook and clutching it to her chest. "Sorry I bumped into you, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." the boy smiled, and Holly noticed he was clutching a notebook as well.

"It's ok, this happens to me almost every day. Lost in your thoughts?" Holly nodded, then looked at his notebook.

"What's in there?"

"Oh, this? Just drawings," the boy said shrugging. "I'm kind of into art." he looked at her notebook. "What's in there?"

"Stories," Holly replied. "I like to write."

The boy grinned, then said jokingly, "Hey, you're a writer and I'm an artist. Maybe we can work together to write a book!"

Holly smiled. "That would be fun. Oh! I'm Holly, by the way."

"Jack," the boy said. "What are your stories about? Maybe I could make some pictures for them."

Holly looked down at her notebook. "I don't think you can," she said quietly. "They're all about me reuniting with my twin sister, and I don't even know what she looks like. I know we're twins, but what if she keeps her hair short instead of long, like mine? What if her clothes style is different? I can't make a picture of her without knowing any of that."

Jack looked confused. "What happened to your sister?"

Holly sighed. "When we were both really little, someone broke into the castle. They were after our magic hair."

Jack opened his mouth, and Holly held up her hand. "Our hair glows when a certain song is sang, and it can heal any injuries. But I don't really use it much, since most injuries aren't fatal."

Jack smiled and nodded. "That makes sense." he rolled his hand. "Sorry I interrupted. Keep going."

"The person tried me first. She sang a song, and our hair- mine and my sisters- started to glow. The person picked up a lock of my hair behind my ear, and cut it. Immediately, the piece they cut stopped glowing, and lost all it's magic. Where they cut, just behind my ear, the hair that was left behind went wild. It curled itself around my ear and stayed there." Holly smiled ruefully. "It's the only part of me that's really wild."

"The guards started to yell, and the person grabbed Poppy and fled. I was young, but even at that age I could tell something that was important to me had been taken. I cried for almost an hour before finally falling asleep. Ever since I was old enough to remember that awful night, I started writing stories about reuniting with my sister again."

"Wow," Jack breathed. "That is incredible! But-" he patted Holly's shoulder, looking sympathetic. "That must have been hard for you. I'm sorry."

"It's alright." Holly tried to smile. "I'm sure I'll find her one day." Jack's eyes got a sudden gleam in them.

"Why not today?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"Someone must have seen something, right? A Lot of people would notice a dark figure carrying a crying baby girl through the town. Someone has to know where they went!"

Holly gasped. "Your right! I should have thought of that sooner!"

Jack grinned. "Come on, let's go ask around town for anyone who might have seen anything. We'll find your sister, and when your whole family is reunited, you and I can write a story about it!"

Holly clapped her hands. "Jack, that's brilliant! Come on, let's go!" Holly felt much better now that she had a plan to find her twin.

The two teens rushed off in search of anyone who knew anything about what had happened fifteen years ago…

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So! That went better than expected. Yes, Holly and Poppy of the magic hair too. It wouldn't be tangled without it! All will be explained in The End ;) By the way, I did use Connor and Travis Stoll from Percy Jackson. But try to imagine them bigger and stronger. Besides that, whatever image you form in your head for them is ok by me!