Rapunzel had automatically flew both hands over her mouth for a split-second in shock, before recovering with a confused expression and sigh of relief. Having just gotten up and dressed to the sound of her mother calling her name along the lines of breakfast being prepared, she raced downstairs in excitement of today and almost had a heart attack before calming down at the sight before her.

Mother making breakfast. With Jack Frost standing BESIDE her and watching her work.

Both had their backs facing her, Rapunzel observing the strange scenario in confusion. It was a relief, though, that mother couldn't see her friend standing right next to her. It would have scared both parent and daughter, followed by an outrage of yelling and objects, potentially unintentional sharp ones at that, thrown at the spirit. Pascal was currently still sleeping in the teenager's room, thankfully, otherwise he would have almost gone into shock alongside her. Rapunzel had inexplicably stated to Jack he was not allowed to play pranks on her mother, so the sight raised an alarming amount of questions.

What was Jack doing? Why was he standing beside mother? WAS he going to do something? How long had he been up for? And most importantly... what was for breakfast? The loud rumbling in Rapunzel's thin stomach alerted both parent and spirit to her presence, their heads turning to her. One looked tired and the other looked mischievous. No surprise there. "Morning, Punzie." Jack smirked for some reason, gesturing his staff to the table. "Sit yourself down, she's making... something, I don't know." Well, it didn't LOOK like he was planning something.

"Good morning Rapunzel!" Mother said and yawned exaggeratedly, gesturing to the table as well while wiping her forehead with her free hand. "And about time you got up as well. Mother has almost finished breakfast. Sit down and wait, my dear." Well, if Rapunzel was someone else, she would have thought that was a demand. She obliged to both.

"Morning." The teenager said albeit quietly, still confounded by the scene. Hands clasped on her lap, she frowned a little at the spirit when mother wasn't looking. Said mischievous friend merely gave her an amused wave, which she returned with a tired smile anyway.

"Maybe I should have asked you to help, but I'm afraid everyone will ruin my cooking skills if they try to help." Mother continued. Jack rolled his eyes and pointed at the older woman while giving Rapunzel a 'Is she for real?' look. Honestly Rapunzel didn't know what to make of this, so she remained quiet. Her parent kept talking like there was nothing bizarre going on at the moment. "You should be thankful I am here doing this for you, my flower. The evil men out there would have forced you to cook everyday for them. Three times, if you can believe it!"

Jack gave her mother a confounded and hurt look, looking at Rapunzel with an expression asking if she can seriously believe what her parent was telling her. Rapunzel in return gave her friend a look that told him to just go with it and nodded when mother glanced at her.

"Well, I am grateful you are here. Like always." Rapunzel smiled honestly back at her parent who returned to her work,

Jack was gawking in disbelief at the both of them, causing the frown on Rapunzel's face to deepen. Yes he had told her weeks back the world had more good in it than bad, and she wanted to believe him. But can he blame her, really, for taking mothers side more on this? The parent who raised her was always... well not always, but mostly right on matters. It wasn't as if Rapunzel was going to be naive enough, despite mothers comments on such, to believe anything anyone says to her.

Ever since Jack Frost first arrived in her tower, though, the smallest hints of doubt against her mothers words of the outside world were growing by his every visit. It was a question, she realized, of the words of her mother against her own personal feelings and dream. And Rapunzel had no idea which battle of the two she wanted to win. Wait, battle? Where did that come from? She can't disobey mother! After everything and every sacrifice she had made to keep her daughter safe. Of course Rapunzel wasn't going to go outside, ever, without her mothers approval first.

Stretching her arms, Rapunzel relaxed and sat in a position more politely. She didn't have anytime to dwell on this internal struggle- debate anyway: she had a full day to spend with mother. And with Jack possibly joining in, that will make it even more fun! Speaking of which, the teenager's eyes narrowed in suspicion, it was evident the impish spirit was up to something right now. Rapunzel can't believe for a minute her friend was watching her mother work for no reason; either he was planning to pull his mischief on the breakfast (she hoped not), or he was just bored (she prayed for the latter).

"I know you'll like this breakfast, Rapunzel: french toast! Isn't that a splendid idea for a breakfast?" Mother said enthsiastically after two minutes of quietness. Great, french toast was a perfect choice for breakfast indeed, Rapunzel grinned and nodded in agreement, she liked the food as much as her mother does.

"Is that what it is?" Jack raised a doubtful brow and glanced at the food Rapunzel couldn't see. "Doesn't look like any french toast I've ever seen; I think she's been reading the cook book backwards or something." He remarked. Rapunzel couldn't help but smile slightly, pretending to ignore the playful jab against her own parent... she'll get Jack back for it later. She would never admit it out-loud, but sometimes mother's cooking can be a little...overzealous, to sugarcoat it politely. Not to say her cooking skills and the food that came out of it were bad or anything; but sometimes her mother can get a bit carried away. At least the winter spirit isn't being serious in his jokes about her mother; Rapunzel never made a rule where he wasn't permitted to make fun of her parent... yet anyway.

"I'm sure it'll be lovely to eat, mother." Rapunzel replied enthusiastically, ignoring the indifferent shrug of her friend who was now spinning his staff around expertly without hitting her parent even once. It was quite comedic and entertaining to see Jack do these tricks in front of her oblivious face, in the case she is never the victim of said tricks.

Mother frowned questionably at her. "I never said they weren't, my dear." Rapunzel's face colored a little at her mistake. She remembered not to talk to Jack when her parent was in hearing range. She had to cover this up.

"Oh. I meant that in case you had any doubts of your cooking skills, mother." Rapunzel chuckled and grinned nervously.

Staring at her blankly, the older woman shook her head and muttered while placing the food on the plates. "Must be the winter air." Rapunzel was busy glaring at Jack's smirk. Of course he'd take enjoyment out of her embarrassment.

"Probably." The winter-bringer concurred with Rapunzel's mother jokingly, nodding while the parent brought the steaming plates to the table. Jack meanwhile was approaching to them too before reaching up to a part of the wall nearby, the curved end of his staff attaching to the said wall and next thing Rapunzel knew he was hanging upside down on his staff; both feet and hands firmly holding the large stick and giving a lop-sided grin at the curious teenager. The image made him look a little like a spider, she thought with a giggle.

"Something amusing you, Rapunzel?" Mother asked as she set the food down, following her daughter's gaze. For a brief second Rapunzel felt like something clutched her throat as she panicked, before exhaling in quiet relief and smiled at her parent.

"Just a joke I read in one of my books, mother." She replied, inwardly flinching with guilt at lying to her own parent. She hated doing that, and she wonders if she'll have to keep doing that every-time Jack was around.

"That's nice, dear. Now, don't touch the food with your hands; use your utensils until it cools down, because we all know you can't resist playing with your food like a child regardless." Her mother laughed loudly, and Rapunzel unintentionally pouted at the untrue words.

"Well I would certainly like to hear this joke she mentioned." Jack commented to the side, this time one arm dangling and almost touching the floor. "And have you seen your daughter's manners in eating? She's more than you give her credit for."

Rapunzel threw him an appreciative look, before acting as though she never heard him. "But I eat politely all the time, mother."

"Of course you do, my dear." Mother nodded unconvincingly, already cutting up her food and pointed her fork at her daughter offhandedly. "But you have hardly ever convinced me you are capable of acting like a proper lady, you know. But then again, you are seventeen so it is to be expected." The parent shrugged while taking a bite of the hot food.

"Now who's the one that needs lessons in manners...?" The teenager heard Jack mutter in amusement, and couldn't help but agree; it was rather hypocritical of her mother to be saying all this and contradicting herself at the same time.

"Of course, mother." Rapunzel said anyway, knowing better than to argue with her stubborn parent. The food began cooling down after a few moments of conversation and Jack's humorous comments, the teenager had begun eating her food and enjoyed it as always like with the rest of mothers cooking. Well, her parent didn't always make great food, but Rapunzel always ate her meals all the same without any vocal complaints. As she dined on the breakfast, a thought popped up in her mind.

"So mother: what are we going to do today?" She asked with excitement and unintentional food leaking from her opened mouth, her mind listing off the possibilities as she said them out-loud. "Painting, chess, ballet, knitting, pottery, baking-?"

Of course her parent wasn't enthusiastic about the sight. "Close your mouth while eating, Rapunzel." She interrupted scoldingly. Rapunzel obliged quickly and ate the crumbs in her mouth as fast as she could without choking, not noticing her mother wincing in disgust and Jack looking as though he was going to burst out laughing.

"Anyway, as I was saying-" she topped herself and took the napkin handed to her by her disapproving parent with a thankful and wiped her mouth as quick and politely as she could "-maybe you can help me practice with my guitar? Or help me perfect my drawing? Oh, we could finally start those piano lessons you promised!"

"Piano huh? Oh this I have to hear." She glanced at the upside down winter spirit, was now dangling from the curved end of his staff with his ankle as the long stick was somehow suspended in midair and his hands resting at the back of his head in a relaxed position, smiling innocently at her. The sight incited a small laugh from Rapunzel, before covering it up and quickly glancing at her parent. She was glad she had Jack's support in this.

Mother was still eating her food and acting as though she hadn't heard her daughter. Before finally sighing and setting her utensils down, looking at her daughter with a slight smile. "First, my dear, perhaps we will start off the morning by singing to me, then we can knit afterwards. And maybe," She stated firmly as Rapunzel opened her mouth to speak. "If we have the time; we can look into getting you a piano by the end of this year. I can't make any promises though, my flower." The teenager halted mid-yawn, it took a few seconds to process those words. She might get a piano?! She might get a piano! Rapunzel grinned childishly at the prospect. After months and months of asking, wanting that instrument for a long time, mother might get her one by the end of this year! Her mother always knew the right words to say! If there was anything to set off the spark to make her day even more positive, this was definitely it.

"Well, someone's excited, and here I was left in the dark about this. Didn't know you wanted a piano, Punzie." The teenage girl heard the spirit chuckle.

Understatement of the century! "Thank you thank you mother!" Rapunzel exclaimed happily, too excited to finish her food now. "You're the best!"

Her parent laughed behind her covered hand, smirking at her daughter. "Mother knows best, my dear. Now, it looks as though you're no longer hungry, let's get to brushing your hair, shall we? It looks dreadful!"

Rapunzel nodded enthusiastically as her parent stood up and carried both plates back to the sink. Glancing beside her, she saw Jack was now hanging from the staff with his hand gripped onto the curve. "Congratulations." He said, his smile matching hers before glancing at the clock. "Well, as much as I enjoy seeing you happy like this, I better get going; winter isn't going to cover itself impressively without me. I'll be back soon Punzie."

"Already?" Rapunzel asked with a frown, before glancing back at mother worriedly. She didn't appear to hear her daughter though. Already? But it was only eight-nine in the morning! A glance at the small clock. Quarter to nine, still early!

"Yep." Jack shrugged. "Winter waits for no one I'm afraid."

"Oh, well have fun." Rapunzel mumbled a little, disappointed that her friend who now stood up and has his staff resting on his shoulder again won't be around for a bit today.

"Chin up Punzie." Jack stated walking up to her, his cool hand planted on her own shoulder, green eyes meeting blue. She liked those eyes; it reminded Rapunzel of the blue ocean she saw in her books. He smiled apologetically and then confidentially. "You'll have your mother with you all day, which you've been looking forward to. Don't let my departure ruin that! I'll be back before you know it, I promise." He grinned reassuringly, as Rapunzel returned a small grin of her own. Keeping his word? Doesn't that go against the books. But still, Jack looked and spoke so honestly she couldn't dismiss his word as a lie. She trusted him.

"Thanks Jackie, I'll see you until then." She said quietly so mother wouldn't hear her, the spirit of winter nodded before leaning back up and walking off towards the large window.

"Rapunzel, remember what I told you about the mumbling!" Mother commented from the kitchen as she washed away the dishes.

Jack laughed and walked over to her mother casually. Rapunzel's throat hitched for a small moment before giving her friend a deadpan look and raised both brows incredulously as the spirit waved his hand in front of her parent's oblivious face. The teenager hid her mouth in an effort to restrain her laughter; okay, maybe there are some things he can get away with. Her friend then walked away with a smirk, saluted at the teenager, tapped his staff against the floor confidently, which made Rapunzel cringe a little in case mother heard it, and the wind flew her friend out the window at impeccable speed and into the air as the teenage girl watched with slight longing at the outside view. Unable to help herself, Rapunzel had an image of herself being the one carried by the wind into the clouds, going so high in the night reaching up to the mysterious floating lights in the sky. the teenager sighed at her own envy.

"Be a dear, my flower, and set up the seats. And get the brush will you? Your poor mother needs all the help she can get with all those ridiculous parts of your hair sticking out. Don't expect me to brush all of your hair, of course, you're at least old enough to do that by yourself." Mother's expectant voice broke through her daughter's daydream. Rapunzel nodded and proceeded with the daily task. If both Jack and mother want her to have a positive day, then she won't disappoint them! The teenager smiled confidently; with both her latest friend and her parent spending the day with her, today was looking brighter than the lighting sun above.


The air flapping his clothes and the wind making a welcome nuisance in his hair, Jack flew above the clouds towards his destination. It wasn't that far anyway. The sunlight making an impact on his pale features, he wondered and admired how the burning orb that lights the day still sticks around, specifically here, in the middle of November. Curiously, no matter the amount of snow dropping onto this landscape, the sun remains firm in keeping this whole place from being only cloudy. Jack had the amused idea that, maybe; the kingdom he is flying towards is the sun's favourite place in the world. It wasn't that far-fetched, but the spirit will be joking on the idea until proven his theory is correct. What made it all the more interesting, aside from this also being unlikely, that despite the sunlight and heat it gives off; the snow hanging on the tress and spreading on the ground around the kingdom hardly melts.

Normally anyone would look into this mysterious manner. Jack, on the other hand, smirked deviously at the opportunity and aimed his staff at a particular cloud. A moment later and light snow was already falling onto the white forests below, Jack enjoying the sight as he continued his flight. Hey, if the sun doesn't want the snow to go, who was he to complain? With a carefree expression, the spirit of winter observed the spectacle with hands resting behind his head. Truly a winter wonderland if he ever saw one. If Rapunzel saw him now… well, she was back at the tower dealing with that witch of a mother anyway. Shrugging, Jack lifted his head from the sight and was welcomed with a new one he hadn't seen for a few weeks, inciting a grin upon his mischievous face.

Corona. Bingo.

Speeding up, the spirit instantly forgot about the site he just made in favor of now having some fun before spreading winter elsewhere. Where was he going to make it snow around the world today again, France? That was it. Well Jack was certain the folks there can wait a little while; the spirit was about to entertain himself and get properly acquainted with the town below.

The reason? Whether his friend will say so or not, Rapunzel will go outside and venture the world one day. She can try to be subtle all she wants; but Jack always noticed from the corner of his humored eyes the look of sadness and longing whenever his friend cast her gaze to the outside view. Coming to the conclusion of her concealed depression a while back, the winter spirit had vowed to himself without thought that he will make sure Rapunzel will go outside one day, with or without him. All his attempts at the meantime to persuade her, however, ended up unfruitful; she bore a stubbornness Jack rather enjoyed whenever he asked if she would like to go out and see the world. Though there was one thing he kept asking himself: what was holding her back? The mother? No doubt there, that woman seemed to always cut off her daughter's mention of the outside world rudely. He knew parents are protective of their offspring, but geez, that lady needed to lighten up, not even Bunny was so clingy to his eggs.

Where was he? Oh yeah, Corona.

The beauty of the kingdom would awe and have many people admire it. Colorful, peaceful and positive, Corona had stayed for over centuries. At least, that's what Jack assumed anyway. Staying true to nature, the large kingdom had its town and castle on an island near the large forests. Houses, stores, and the castle itself were perched on the hill that overlooked the rest. Fitting. He guessed that the residents long ago decided not to ruin nature by having everything flat and decided to get deep with it. He wasn't even kidding that much; the kingdom was literally surrounded by plant life and trees around various buildings. It was like a place where humans and nature could live together in harmony more than anywhere else in the world. Kudos to them then, Jack had no complaints to their lifestyle. The insignia of this landscape was of the sun itself, giving him more reason of his theory. Now then, for why he was here.

Rubbing his hands in excitement, Jack grinned widely. "Let's have some fun." He said to no one in particular and swept downwards like an arrow.

He sped from one end of the only large bridge leading into the happy-go-lucky town to the other, ice making a trail on the stone ground behind him as Jack flew past some townsfolk, one unfortunate enough to slip onto the trail as another slipped a little and leaned on the edge of the bridge for support. If they weren't wide awake yet, this will certainly wake them up. Ignoring these small incidents, Jack yelled, "Coming through!", as he sped past multiple people into the town; many becoming prey to the ice. Then he ascended to the rooftops and ice fired everywhere, covering the bare parts of the bricked households and departments which the snow had either not touched or became melted. Yelling the ever classic "Woo hoo!" in joy, the spirit continued his fun as he descended to the streets and alleyways themselves, leaving piles of harmless snow in any part he can point at. If anyone could see him, apart from the far-off Rapunzel, then they would see nothing but a blue blur whizzing down every pathway in flight, freezing as much of the town as he could. He should have taken her with him; Punzie would have enjoyed this, maybe likely more than him!

The wind of his speed blew peoples clothing or what they were holding, but that doesn't really stop the winter spirit from continuing his mischief. Grabbing on the bottom of a window edge as he sped by a pier, Jack launched himself upwards and started hopping from one rooftop to another, playing his own game of one foot landing on each of the bricked buildings. He then twirled in mid-air from a jump, causing ice to spread around the grounds below as people became victims of his prank. What was the best part of the people in Corona was their lighthearted atmosphere, Jack watched with laughter as they laughed to themselves over the incidents. No one gets harmed; he would never do that. "You're welcome!" He yelled down happily to the pedestrians who couldn't hear him and kept on going his own game. To the spirit, there was nothing that says mischief than snow and ice, courtesy of his own making!

Stopping on one roof and glancing upwards, his grin widened more than it possibly could. The large castle above was his next destination. Jack immediately sped off across the rooftops and flew up the largest hill of the island. Ascending the walls, he tapped his staff against some of the structure and ice reigned supreme over areas of the majestic castle. Needed a little blue anyway. Jack mentally remarked with a smirk as he now hopped up the large building's walls to the highest point. At the top of the of the highest tower and grabbed the large flagpole, the flag itself almost touching his white untamed hair. From this distance, Jack saw the view and his work gave an approving nod. "Not bad, if I do say so myself." He commented, pleased with his work. Who can say Jack Frost was bad at his job? No one? Exactly.

Indulging himself in his self-vanity for a moment, Jack breathed in the fresh air and sighed enthusiastically, before walking off the tower and flew downwards.

Sitting atop a brick roof casually, Jack watched the townsfolk below within what he assumed was the town central, walking about and going on their daily lives. Bursting with activity, people exchanged 'good mornings' to one another as kids played in the piles of snow around the place. The winter spirit smiled; if children can't see him, well the other things that makes him happy is the enjoyment kids take out of his snow work. Exactly as he remembered it a few weeks back. Entertaining himself, Jack decided, for the fun of it, to fly downwards with his staff leaned on his shoulder, one hand in his pocket, as he strolled casually around the area. It's much more rather refreshing and entertaining to see citizens evolve throughout history as Jack never grows old. Ew, imagine him with wrinkles.

"Good morning." "Nice day we're having." Say, those look heavy." He said to the people who couldn't see let alone hear him. Well, Jack did this all the time, why stop now? He couldn't talk to Rapunzel twenty-four/seven after all... even if a small part of his mind wished otherwise. Oh well, he shook his head mentally, Jack needed to deal with these thoughts later. Glancing at a pair of kids running past with laughter, Jack grinned at the fun and positive energy all around him. If it wasn't for this strange energy, the spirit might have frowned in bitterness as a tall man with a ridiculous goatee suddenly passed through him. Instead he frowned in confusion as that man was sprinting past unsuspecting residents, almost knocking them over, an example of this reckless act being a pot falling from woman's surprised hands from being shoved by the runner.

"Hey!" Jack said in protest, but the man ignored him. Then immediately after, more men passed through the winter boy, causing him to scowled in irritation before raising a brow in puzzlement. The uniforms the men were wearing quickly identified them as guards of this kingdom, and they look as though they were chasing that man who held something held under his armpit.

"Stop that thief!" Ah, that classic line merchants or guards frequently used, this time the guards, and it confirmed Jack's suspicion. Not that it was any of his business, but he suddenly gained an idea; call him selfish, but this might be a heroic tale Punzie would love to hear what he had done today.

Shrugging with a cocky expression, Jack said. "If you insist." And held his staff with both hands, one eye closed as he concentrated, the thief still in in line of sight between the pursuit guards. Smirking, the spirit lifted his aim and fired a blast of thin ice from the end of his curved-end staff, which flew overhead the running man and landed right in front of him. In a comedic instant the man began slipping wildly on the ice and landed straight head-first into a stack of lined up tomatoes. The sauce from inside the red food splatted over the floor and some of the walls, and the thief's upper body was nowhere to be seen; stuck somewhere inside the mess. Jack blinked a couple of times. Wow... talk about ridiculous timing and precision. Oh well, the thief was caught, that's all that matters right? Leaning his staff on his shoulder again, the winter boy called out, "You're welcome!", as the guards pulled out the man and carried him away down another street.

And Jack Frost saves the day.

Looking forward again in satisfaction, deciding he had enough fun here, the impish spirit was unprepared as something hit his face dead-center.

Staggering backwards in surprise, Jack immediately caught the thing that flew into his face and landed on his palm. Retaining his balance, he looked down at what, or more of a who, was lying in his pale hand. Its skin felt like nothing he ever felt before. The winter spirit's eyes widened in confusion as he looked at the small, fragile-looking creature as it blinked its eyes rapidly from shock and looked upwards. Jack's eyes narrowed in concentration as his blue clear ones met innocent-looking orbs.

It was a... well to be perfectly honest Jack had no idea what he was looking at. Rainbow-patterned skin, small bug-like wings. If he didn't know any better, he swears this little creature looks almost… human.

The face that is.

The creature let out a surprising mouse-like squeak in surprise. Jack winced a little at the unexpected sound but smiled sheepishly at the small creature with a human face... with a nose so long it made her, he identified the features as a female, look more like a human humming bird. Okay scratch that, a human... fairy-like hummingbird? Or... a spirit? The only other spirits Jack ever saw or talked to were the kangaroo and the bogeyman. It was almost laughable how he ran into another one like him again by accident.

"Um... hi." Was all Jack could say to break this awkward moment.

Wrong choice of words.

The little creature suddenly flew from his palm with full-working wings right up to the impish boys taken aback features, as if getting a closer look at him, before whizzing past Jack so fast he couldn't see it as his head turned to follow, the sunlight blocking his view and forcing him to squint. The small spirit was gone somewhere in the air. Head tilted, Jack wondered briefly, What was that about? But in the end he shrugged it off. Must have been a spirit doing her job. He came to the conclusion it was a hummingbird-fairy of some sort. Gee, as if a walking talking kangaroo wasn't questionable enough. Looking around, the winter spirit finally shrugged in acceptance as he was about to call the wind to fly him out of here, if it weren't for the large painting on an outside wall he spotted from the corner of his eye.

It looked more like a tribute than simple art work. Whoever did this was talented with details, Jack thought with his limited understanding of art. Two adults, a man and a woman, smiled proud and warmly, as if welcoming any and all who enter the kingdom. The crowns on their heads made Jack's mouth form an 'O' as he realized they must be the king and queen of Corona. And the positive bright features on the painting gives a good impression, he will admit. What caught his interest the most, though and for some reason, was the baby girl, golden hair with green eyes (odd of the hair colour considering the two rulers were brunettes) cradled in the queens arms in the painting. Their daughter, he guessed. The sight raised a smile on his pale features, which turned puzzled as he squinted hard at the large mural overshadowing some part of the town central. There was nothing wrong with the painting of the girl, but for some reason, Jack felt from the bottom part of his mind, that there was something distinctly familiar about this child...

As though he's seen her before.

Despite trying to remember, the winter spirit couldn't remember where. Maybe he spotted her during his flight around the castle for a split-second. That could be it. Well, no time to dwell on it anyway, he's behind schedule as it is. Glancing another look at the large mural before he departed, Jack slightly smiled. Maybe he'll remember while decorating the lovely country of France.

He snickered as he took off. Things always gets more fun whenever Jack Frost was in a great mood.


Transition.

One month, one and a half week later.


"But mother!" Her flower protested too loudly for her taste. "You said you would be staying until the beginning of next year."

Gothel rolled her eyes, not wanting to deal with this right now. Currently a growing headache was pounding in her brain for getting up so early, and Rapunzel's exaggerated objections weren't helping in the slightest. Then again, when was she ever helpful apart from keeping Gothel young and beautiful as always? Oh wait, no, that was the hairs usefulness. "I will be back tomorrow, my dear, you will have to bear today without me I'm afraid."

"But tomorrow is the new year!" Rapunzel said behind her. So it was; ten points for her observant flower. "Families always spend the last day of the year together, one of my books said so."

Maybe she should throw that book in the fireplace. "You've obviously been reading far too many books, Rapunzel." But not wanting to make matters worse, Gothel sighed from her small packing in her basket and faced her saddened flower. Mentally she groaned, lovely; she has to be sweet with the teenager again. Putting on a sympathy face, Gothel said. "I'm sorry, my flower-" When she has nothing to be sorry for, they both knew that. "-but I have important affairs going with the terrible world. It'll be only for tomorrow, regardless." She placed a hand on her flower's cheek softly. "Besides, what would be the point in celebrating such a pointless holiday? The start of a new year is never that important."

"I guess you're right, mother." Rapunzel said obedient and loyally. That's a good girl.

"I always am, my flower." They exchanged a smile at the truth.

A hug ensued, Gothel taking the opportunity to stroke her fountain of youth lovingly. Breaking apart, the older lady patted her flower's head and made for the window, casting a side-glance to the table and said dismissively. "Be a dear and clean up after you help me down, would you?"

A few minutes later, the young woman descended the tower with the assistance of the magnificent hair of her flower, hood over her head and immediately departing out the meadow. Truthfully she would rather have spend the whole day with her flower as Rapunzel wanted. Unfortunately the businesses she had made over her long life called Gothel away more than they should. It was refreshing to come to the tower and see a young cure for oldness welcome her back with open arms, as youth itself always adored and loved her. If it wasn't for that insufferable kingdom years back, she wouldn't had to deal with raising a child to help retain her own immortality. So what if one of the rulers was dying of an illness? The king was alive, like all men he could have easily replaced the sick woman, queen or not. Regardless, that was all in the past, and she won't be paranoid into believing the kingdom will find the tower and the (literal) golden prize within. Right now she had to deal with a business pest that wouldn't leave her alone. As soon as everything is sorted with; she can come back tomorrow to the young life that so desperately needs her.


Hello my friends. Let's talk for a minute.

A minute of your time if you please. I am perfectly aware Snowman is a slow story, which was not exactly my intention, I admit, but I would rather not rush it either. And it may continue to be so until the end of the story for it to work. If it feels tedious, I apologize. If it feels boring, I apologize. If it feels exaggerated, I apologize. This fic is more suited for slow patient readers. Yes, it appears I am thoroughly specific with the actions of the characters, but hey, it's just my thing.

Speaking of my thing; every person has their own style and formula of writing, correct? If so here is mine: specific and random. Unexpected things that may seem pointless to the story in general will appear here and there, and sudden events and perspectives may pop up unexpectedly. It is a Jackpunzel fic, yes, but I am a man who prefers slow developed romances built than quick ones, so their romance will take months. This is my story and I am telling it how it is. I really want to make something about this fic, I'm putting a the most effort into it. So it will take a while for each chapter to be posted. Hopefully I will have the next one done by June 11th, my birthday.

That said; thank you for your time.

Now, what was the point of Gothel's perspective at the end? Like I said, my style is random. It's not pointless, I am acquainting myself with every character who will is in the story. It would feel repetitive and dull to do the whole story focused on only two perspectives of the same characters. Plus it helps me keep them in-character with the films... not the books, though, never read the books ROTG was based off. Don't need to to keep them stay true to their personalities, right?

Next up: a whole day of Jack and Rapunzel. Now, you may think I threw Gothel out the tower just for that, right? Well, yes and no... okay yes. But the Jackpunzel fans must be appeased! Please review and/or add any suggestions to help make the story even better.

Until next time my friends!

Have a nice day and an awesome Summer!