Author's Note: I'm going to start this chapter off with an apology. Finals, moving, and a two-week long trip to Europe have kept me from updating this story as soon as I promised. But I do have good news! Spending two weeks travelling in France and the UK and Ireland have given me plenty of time to work on plot development. So this story has an even more solid direction, and I have more ambition to write now. So hopefully updates will now be a little bit more frequent.

This chapter takes place right after the last chapter. It is a shorter chapter, but the chapters after this one will be longer. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own Frozen or Tangled. As much as I can wish, I don't think that I will ever be the owner of those two incredible stories.

When Clara awoke the next morning, she found her beloved sister standing next to her bed, gazing down at her in excitement. While Clara was still groggy from her slumber, Kath was wide awake and ready to attain all possible information from the night before.

"So how'd it go?" Kath asked cheerily, resisting the urge to drag her sister out of her bed.

Clara groaned, rolling back over in her bed. The older princess and her parents had returned early that morning, and Clara had hoped she would be able to sleep in. However, she had not accounted for the fact that her sister was a morning person.

"Can I tell you about it later?" the green-eyed princess mumbled. Her eyes were still closed as she spoke, and Kath was not enthused.

"Okay," Kath said in a defeated tone. Clara happily pulled her blankets back up and had just fallen back asleep when Kath said: "It's later. Tell me." Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, the older princess picked up one of the spare pillows on her bed and hurled it at her younger sister. Kath yelped in surprise. After recovering from her shock, the blue-eyed princess picked the pillow back up, and lobbed herself onto her sister's bed, where she began to beat her older sister with the pillow.

"Ow! Katherine!" Clara yelled, sitting up and shoving her sister off the bed. The twelve-year-old fell to the floor with a scream. Kath should have seen it coming, as the event had happened often in the mornings since the sisters were young. Clara had never been a fan of Kath's attempts to wake her up in the morning.

"Hey! You asked for that!" Kath protested from her new place on the floor.

"Yeah, and you asked for this!" Clara said, taking another one of her pillows and throwing it in her sister's face. Within seconds, both princesses were on their feet, attacking each other with pillows. Feathers were flying everywhere as they two beat each other with the pillows, and they didn't stop until they heard someone at the door clear their throat.

The girls, who were still dressed in their dressing gowns with their hair undone, looked at the door. Their father stood in the doorway, an amused look on his face. "I see the princesses of Corona are up bright and early this morning," he commented. The sisters glanced at each other, then at their father again. He was still dressed in his night clothes, with a robe pulled on over the top of them.

"We are awake," Kath said awkwardly. Clara snickered.

"I was awoken by a scream, and your mother forced me to go make sure that neither of you had hurt the other," the king continued.

"You can rest assured that we have not yet injured each other," Clara told her father with an innocent smile.

"Yet," Kath muttered under her breath.

King Edmund ignored his younger daughter's sass with a simple shake of his head. "Will you two please find a way to entertain yourselves in a quieter fashion so that the rest of us in the castle can get some sleep?"

"Yes, Father," the sisters said together, giving him sweet smiles. Their father closed the door and walked back down the hallway to the chambers he shared with the queen.

"Spill," Kath said to her sister moments after their door closed again. She dropped the pillow that she had been holding in her hand, and plopped down on her own bed, staring at her sister.

Clara glared at her sister. "You're so sneaky," she said. "But…now that I'm up, I guess I can tell you," she continued dramatically, taking a seat on the bed she had just gotten out of so that she could explain the events of the night before in the comfort of her own warm bed.

"I only danced with Prince Henrick once," Clara began.

"What?" Kath said, shocked.

"He was much more interested in the girls that were his age," Clara said. "I'm only thirteen." She grinned. "It was actually really funny. I was really short compared to him. He was at least able to perfectly observe the other ladies in the room over my head."

"So that's it?" Kath asked, her eyes inquisitive.

Clara shrugged. "Well what do you want to know?"

Kath thought for a moment, trying to decide which of the millions of questions in her mind she wanted to ask. "Was there chocolate?"

The older princess laughed. "Of course!"

"I wish I could have gone!" Kath wailed dramatically.

"Shhh!" Clara scolded, realizing how loud her sister was talking. "Father told us to be quiet!" Clara paused before continuing. "And I don't think you would have enjoyed yourself very much, Kath. All of the other girls there were older than me. I was with Mother and Father for most of the night. Besides, you never wanted to go."

"Oh…" Kath replied, making a face. "I guess you're right."

Clara grimaced, remembering the night at hand. "And all of those older girls from other kingdoms…they were all so elegant, and graceful. They never tripped over their skirts or slouched." The princess fell into a daydream, thinking of the way the other princesses would glide across the floor, and use perfect speech when speaking to others. When she came to the realization that she and Kath were only years away from the same stage that those young ladies were at, she stared at her sister, her mouth agape. "We have a long way to go before we're ready for any sort of ball like that."

Kath listened to her sister, and nodded, attempting to understand what her sister was saying, as she stood back up. "So you mean that—"

"That we need to start behaving more like princesses, and less like girls who just want to have fun," Clara interrupted, knowing that her younger sister was about to go off on a ramble. The words spilled out of her mouth, and when she finished, she clapped her hands over her mouth, realizing how her tone seemed incredibly harsh and brash. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to come out like that."

Kath looked down at her hands. She knew that eventually she and her sister would have to grow up and start acting like princesses, like the girls that Clara was talking about—but it didn't seem like it was already that time for them. "So you think we should give up our plan for an adventure," Kath said quietly, her tone innocent.

"Maybe," Clara responded softly, her eyes softening at the child-like manner in which Kath spoke. She looked at Kath's back, wishing she could see her sister's face that now faced their window. "I'm sorry. It's just that…eventually we're both going to be queens, Kath. I'm sure Mother didn't act like we do when she was our age."

Kath continued to stare out the window. She didn't want to turn around and show her sister that her eyes had filled to the brim with tears. Her hands were clenched together in front of her. "So that plan we've been working on?"

"You could keep it. But Kath, we can't be riding around adventuring for the rest of our lives, can we?" Clara said, trying to not sound too harsh. As the older sister, she felt it was her responsibility to make sure that Kath stayed out of trouble and that both she and Kath became the young women that their parents dreamed they would become.

"Okay," Kath said quietly folding her arms across her chest. All at once, Kath suddenly felt much too crowded in their bedroom, with Clara staring at her back. She wanted to get as far away from Clara as possible—not because she was angry with her sister, but more of because deep down, Kath knew her sister was right. "I'm going to get dressed," she stated calmly, walking into the closet and closing the door behind her.

Clara closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She didn't want to destroy Kath's dreams of going on adventures, but she knew that it was time she and Kath grew out of their adventurous age. Besides—Clara had noticed plenty of boys at the ball, but she knew none of them would ever look at a girl who was constantly getting dirty and attempting to escape her home. It was time the princesses of Corona grew to be charming young women, ready to run a country.

Kath leaned against the door after it latched and glanced around the closet. Sitting on a shelf were her boots that she had stored her plan of adventure in. She knew Clara was right—it was time to grow up. Kath took her boot and took it to the back of the large walk-in closet and placed it in the pile of shoes that she rarely wore. She could forget about that plan now…or at least, she hoped that she could.

Author's Note: Yes, this ending is somewhat sad. But now we'll begin to see the princesses develop into the personalities that we see in the movies. Even though they are becoming much more like the queens they will become, their adventures are not over yet, so don't think that you're now in for a boring romantic story. There will be plenty of action upcoming in the story.

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