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Song #7: "Sing a Song" – Point of Grace

Rating: G

Genre: Family (..well, sort of..)

Timeline: Pre-M

"If you sing a song a day, you will make a better way."

Swirls of purple were growing out of the fairy's dress, spiraling and surrounding her in a pattern that looked like streamers blowing in the wind. Her gold hair was reminiscent of the little girl who was creating her, small tongue poking out between pouted lips in the intense concentration of childhood. With a finishing flourish, the girl backed away, admiring her work. Smiling, she climbed down from her perch on the countertop, placing her paintbrush in a cup of water to wash before viewing her latest picture with a wondering gaze.

She loved painting. And it was so easy. Her mind would make a picture, she would pick up her paintbrush, and then the picture would be in a place where Mommy could see it, too. She loved watching the hairs on the brush form the colorful creations... it was like magic.

"Just like my hair," she said happily.

"What was that, dear?"

Rapunzel turned, smiling brightly at the lady sitting in the chair by the fire. "My paintbrush has magic hair, just like me," she explained. "It makes pretty pictures, and mine glows like the sun."

The lady raised a well-plucked eyebrow, smiling slightly at the comparison. "And you think those are the same thing?" she asked, skepticism clear in her voice.

Rapunzel's smile fell. "You don't?"

"Of course not." Seeing the frown on the plump lips, the woman opened her arms. "Come here, and I'll tell you why."

After a quick scramble - and a shuffle to get comfortable - Rapunzel sat curled in strong arms, holding onto a well-manicured hand with both of her small ones, while the other hand ran through her long hair. "Why?" she asked, and the woman smiled.

"Why what?" she asked teasingly.

"Why do you think they're not the same?" the girl demanded, and the woman laughed gently.

"Because, my little flower - a paintbrush is just a tool. It makes pretty pictures, but that's all. You-" and here she hugged her close and kissed the top of her golden head "-are my Rapunzel, and I love you very much."

"I love you more, Mommy," Rapunzel argued, snuggling close with a yawn.

"I love you most." Gazing at the little girl in her lap, the woman tangled her fingers in the long blond hair, smiling a little when the child curled tighter into her embrace. Her smile faded when she spotted wrinkles on the back of her hand.

"Rapunzel, can you sing for Mommy?" she asked sweetly. When the large brown eyes opened, the woman smiled tenderly. "I just love hearing you sing."

The little girl nodded, tucking her head under the woman's chin as her young voice filled the tower with a lilting melody - the only song her Mommy had taught her to sing.

"Flower gleam and glow... let your power shine..."


I think that Gothel had to have had some maternal feelings for Rapunzel... at least when she was little. :/

~Ali