Strong gusts of wind attacked me from all directions as I stumbled out of the guest house, fighting to keep my balance. Thankfully, it was only windy but not snowing, otherwise I would have been soaked through. The clouds above weren't promising though, and it looked like a blizzard could hit us at any moment. I was as quiet as possible going through the main door. Anna's room was a little farther from everyone else's, situated in the attic rather than on the second floor, but I didn't want to risk waking anybody else anyway, lest they started asking me questions I wouldn't be able to answer.

The crack of light at the bottom of her door indicated she was still up. I knocked on it with shaky hands, the same dum dum da dum dum I had learnt from her.

"Elsa? Is that you? Give me a second!" Her voice rang out from inside, followed by a series of loud bangs and thuds. It seemed like she wasn't concerned with rousing her family from their slumber. Suffice to say she was more than a little surprised when she opened the door, especially since we weren't even technically staying in the same house. "Rapunzel? Why are you-"

"Can I come in?"

She didn't even need to say yes, she just stepped aside and let me into her room, the warmth of the radiator helping to calm me slightly.

"Sorry to barge in, but I didn't know what else to-"

"Hold that thought." Anna held up a hand to silence me. "Get settled down. You must be freezing, you're practically still in pyjamas. You can turn up the radiator if you need and there are spare blankets in the closet. There's some Kleenex by my bed. I'll be right back." I watched Anna leave and shut the door behind her before shrugging off my coat and draping it over a chair. Anna's room was warm and inviting, a touch of her bubbly personality reflected in her choice of furniture. Elsa and her had gotten to design their rooms even though they're only ever here in winter. I nestled myself into one of two oversized bean bags in the corner, the one nearest to the radiator, and waited for her to return.

She came in holding two steaming mugs, opening the door with her elbow. "Hot cocoa," she said simply, firmly placing one in my hands. "Drink up." I smiled at that. She was really like her grandmother at heart.

The heat of the ceramic warmed my fingers and I welcomed the feeling of hot cocoa-y goodness, the heat blossoming inside me. She even added marshmallows. My favourite.

Anna took a seat opposite me, sinking into the other bean bag while eying me up and down. "Talk to me."

I froze. Why did I think it would be a good idea to seek out Anna when that would only mean risking exposing my true feelings which may very well not be accepted? "I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because then I'd have to tell you everything."

"Tell me everything then."

"No, because if I do you'll find it disgusting. You'll hate me and I can't have you hating me."

"I could never hate you."

"Because you haven't heard what happened yet."

"Rapunzel…" I was thrown off by the concerned look she gave me. "Just over a year ago you thought I would hate you because you hid the fact that you were intersex from me, but look where we are now! We're on a family vacation together. There's not a lot of things that beat that in terms of closeness. I promise you, whatever you say next won't change anything between us."

I bit my bottom lip hesitantly, thinking it over. After a few moments of deliberation, I held out my free hand to her, sticking out my little finger. "Do you pinky swear?"

Instead of laughing at me for behaving like a five year old, she looked at me endearingly, wrapping her pinky around mine. "I pinky swear."

I shifted in my seat while she looked at me expectantly. Taking a shuddering breath, I decided it would be better to tell her rather than sit with the burden forever. "You know that time I missed my curfew while we were at Ariel's?"

"...so yeah. These feelings have been around for a while but the events of the last few days have just made everything so much more intense. And after the nightmare, I just couldn't be in the same room as her, even if everything was just in my head. Hence why I needed to get away."

Anna hadn't said a word the entire time, uncharacteristic considering how she would often bombard me with questions whenever I told her a story. I couldn't even read her face like I usually could.

"Your silence is killing me. Please say something. Say anything. Do you hate me? You hate me don't you? I can leave right now if you do, just say the word and I'm gone."

She shook her head. "This is… a lot. But I don't hate you. And I understand why you felt the need to put distance between you and your mom." Anna placed our now empty mugs on her table. "Were you planning on telling her today? On Christmas Day?"

"That was the plan, yeah."

"I think you should stick with it."

I choked on air. "After all that?"

"Night terrors are usually irrational, especially yours. From what you've told me in the past, nothing in your nightmares has ever come to be true, so why start now? They're just your inner fears presenting themselves in a way that's less than desirable." She did have a good point there.

"But you don't think it's weird I have a crush on my mom? Or that I suspect she feels the same way about me?"

She shrugged. "I've heard of weirder things."

"Such as?"

"There's a guy in the village, one of Ryder's friends, who talks to his reindeer and shares his carrots with him. Like, this guy eats from the same carrot. Bites it off in chunks raw with all that reindeer slobber."

I chuckled. "That does make my own incestual fantasies seem a little tame."

"See? I mean he's a nice guy and all, but still. Reindeer carrot cooties." She shivered for effect, making me laugh.

I let out a heavy sigh, sinking back hard into the beanbag. One glance out of Anna's window told me Mom was still up. The light of the guest house hadn't gone off since I left. Guilt made my heart lurch. She must have felt like how Anna felt when she first found out I was intersex. Having to deal with the situation I left her in after I bolted, an emotionally distraught wreck.

I had to stop doing that to the people I cared about.

My thoughts wandered to my dad and how he was basically my mom's first and quite possibly last love. He let his homophobia get in the way of something they had cultivated together, leaving her when she was young and at her most vulnerable. She was only two years older than I am now. If it were me, I would have been terrified.

I'm sure that if he'd lived long enough for me to know him, I would have probably adored him, especially if he was the only parent I ever knew. Mom must have fallen in love with him for a reason. I wanted to think that I would love him as a daughter, but as a human, I hated him.

"Anna, why is love so hard?" I whined, instinctively running a hand through my mane of hair still messy from half-sleep.

"You feel what you feel, and those feelings are real." There was a gentle melody laced into those words.

"Where did you hear that? It sounds so… poetic."

She shrugged. "Just someone in the village."

I paused for thought. "Was it reindeer guy?" I asked.

"It was reindeer guy," she admitted softly, earning a laugh from me.

"Maybe I should go back," I thought aloud. "Mom must be worried for me. I need to talk to her and tell her that I'm okay."

"What you need to do is get some sleep," Anna said, getting up to dim the lights. "Some real sleep with no nightmares and no waking up in tears. Arianna knows you're with me and she knows that you're safe. She'll still be there in the morning. There's nothing to say now that you can't say in a few hours once you're rested up."

"But-"

"No buts except your butt on a soft surface so you can sleep!" she said firmly. "This is the one time I'm being the more responsible one between us. Don't talk me out of it, you hear me?" I nodded meekly. "Good. Now, are you okay with being in the bed? There's enough space for the both of us and then some."

I wasn't exactly sure how close I wanted to be to another person at that moment. "I'm fine with sleeping here actually."

"Are you sure?" she asked, pulling a hoodie over her head and crawling under the covers.

"Yeah," I assured her. "It's a really comfy beanbag."

Anna shrugged. "Well, if you insist."

XXX

I was up before dawn, though that wasn't super early considering the sun usually rose only after nine in the Norwegian winter. Anna was still fast asleep and snoring very loudly. but she had told me the night before that I could head off when I needed to and that I didn't need to wait for her. Thankfully, I didn't have another nightmare. I don't think I could fathom traumatising Anna with one of my horrific night terrors. Then again, she was such a heavy sleeper. Who knew whether she would actually wake up from that?

The house was still silent but I noticed a crack of light under every bedroom door I passed. It seemed the rest of the house was just waking up, beginning to get ready for the day ahead. Along the rail of the staircase, our stockings were full. Rita even got me my own with my name embroidered on it and it was positively bulging. It took all my self control not to stop and take a peek.

I texted Cass as I walked. It would be around ten at night in San Fransokyo so chances were she was still awake.

R: Had another nightmare last night about Mom. It's Christmas Day here. I'm sticking to my plan and telling her today. Wish me luck.

Her reply was almost instant.

C: Merry Christmas :) you'll be fine, Rapunzel. I'm rooting for you!

The blizzard picked up again overnight and it was snowing so hard it hurt any part of my skin that wasn't being protected by my jacket or pants. On the bright side, the deafening wind made it easy for me to sneak back to the guest house without anyone noticing. There were already several inches of snow piled up, making it difficult for me to get to the small landing. I had to brush away the fresh powder so it wouldn't immediately fall into the house when I opened the door. Much like the night before, the lights were still on. I paused to kick the snow off my boots and then hesitated for a moment. My hand hovered over the doorknob.

This was it then. Once I crossed that threshold, I had to tell Mom everything. No more making up excuses. The worst thing she could say is 'no'. At least if she tossed me out on my ear, I still had Anna and Cass who knew how I felt and still didn't treat me any differently.

Taking a shuddering breath, I turned the knob and opened the door.

And immediately slipped on a melted patch of snow like an idiot.

"Shit!" I gasped, gripping the doorframe hard as my body contorted. I winced as I felt a jolt of pain shoot up from my left ankle that twisted awkwardly in order to break my fall. It was definitely bruised, if not sprained. All I had to do was get into the guest house and I couldn't even do that without unintentionally hurting myself. This did not bode well for the conversation I wanted to have with Mom later.

Mom bolted out of bed and was on her feet before I even had the chance to get back on my feet. Initially, I flinched slightly at the speed at which she approached me but there was no malicious intent. Her face bore a look of blissful relief and her shoulders visibly relaxed as she wrapped her arms around me.

"Oh, Rapunzel, I was so worried about you," she said, pulling me fiercely into her arms as if she'd never let me go. "Are you okay? Did you manage to get some sleep at least?"

"I'm okay, Mom, really I am," I assured her. "I slept in Anna's room. I'm perfectly fine. I'm sorry if I worried you."

"Oh thank goodness," she sighed with relief as she hugged me again. But her face fell when she saw the look of pain etched across my face. "You slipped. Are you hurt?"

"I was careless. I'm mostly fine, just maybe my ankle that got busted up," I admitted. I tried to put some weight on my left foot and found that I could despite the pain, even though I winced the whole time I did.

Mom's brow creased with worry and she reached over to close the door. "Lean on me. Sit on the edge of the bed and don't put any weight on your bad leg until I've gotten the chance to look at it properly."

I leaned heavily on her, hopping solely on my right foot as she led me towards the bed. Her arm was around my shoulder to keep me from falling over and the close contact gave me goosebumps despite the layers of clothing still separating us. Once I was sitting down, Mom dug through her suitcase and tossed a pair of pants at me. "Change into these," she ordered firmly.

"Why?" I asked, confused.

"The elastic of your sweatpants," she pointed out. "They'll put more pressure on the ankle. Those pants don't have any elastic on the bottom so they'll be better for you. Kind of like bell bottoms."

"I wish we had a Baymax here," I sighed. "He would really help us out, but Tadashi hasn't expanded distribution beyond the States yet."

"Is he the robot doctor?" Mom asked, to which I nodded affirmingly. She smiled. "That kid is really amazing."

"He is," I agreed.

"I'm going to run to the main house to grab the first aid kit."

"Mom, there's a blizzard outside. It's practically hailing. You should stay here," I insisted, not wanting her to risk falling too just because I was clumsy.

"It's barely a stone's throw away," she said, pulling on her boots and grabbing her jacket. "I'll be back before you know it."

"Be careful. I don't want you to get hurt."

That made her pause, a small blush spreading across her cheeks. It was cute. "I'll be careful, honey. Don't worry." And then, she was off into the storm.

I sighed heavily, leaning over to undo the ties of my boots. The right side was easy but the left was already beginning to swell a little and it was almost agonising sliding my foot out of its constraints. Thankfully, my socks were the fuzzy and more loose kind so those weren't too much on an issue. Cautiously, I wriggled my left foot out of the material, using my fingers to coax the elastic away so it wouldn't hurt too much. It was like I was moving in slow motion, frustrating for someone with no patience and a short attention span, but eventually I was able to get my sweatpants off and Mom's pants on. They were a little long on me but nothing too bad. Just as I shrugged myself out of my jacket, Mom came through the door, shaking the ice and snow off her.

"It's getting bad out there," she said, untying and stepping out of her boots. "We might get snowed in. I don't want you walking out in weather like that anyway."

"On Christmas Day?" I was a little disappointed at the idea of being stuck in the guest house all day, especially since we were supposed to check our stockings and open presents by the tree together.

"Just until the storm calms down," she said comfortingly, kneeling down in front of me with the first aid kit and an ice pack wrapped in a towel. "Let me see it."

"Mom, I need to talk to you about something that-"

She held a single finger to my lips, forcefully shutting me up. "Not now. That can wait until after I look at your ankle. Now, let me see it."

I carefully pulled so that the material bunched up at my knee, revealing my left ankle and shin to her. She sighed, a mixture of worry and relief, gently feeling the swelling flesh. I bit down on my lip and exhaled sharply to try not to wince.

"It's not too bad. Just a small sprain. Barely more than a bruise. It will get better in a day or two if we treat it properly. Scooch over and lie down flat on the bed for me, okay?"

I did as she said, using my arms to support myself as I spread out across the mattress. Mom grabbed two of the pillows and stacked them on top of each other, gently setting my injured ankle on top of it. "We need to keep it elevated," she explained. "Above your heart." Her finger briefly tapped the left side of my chest twice, the spot tingling even after she pulled away. She took the ice pack and applied the slightest bit of pressure to the swollen area, making me recoil slightly. I couldn't stop a soft swear from slipping out, appeasing the need to verbalise my pain.

"Sorry," she said apologetically. "It's going to be smarting like this for a while, but the ice will help." I watched as she took a cotton bandage from the first aid kit and wound it around my ankle, keeping the ice pack in place so she didn't have to keep holding it. "After twenty minutes or so, we'll stop with the ice and use an elastic bandage to reduce the swelling. You'll have to ice it every two or three hours after that, but as long as you're consistent, the recovery process will be quick. Does it hurt? Oh, hang on." She held her arms at right angles,putting on a robotic voice. "On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?"

I laughed. "If I close my eyes, I could almost believe Baymax was actually here. Almost."

Mom looked at me with a jokingly scolding expression. "Just answer the question," she prompted, unable to hold back a smile.

"I think it's a six out of ten on the Baymax scale, but I have a very low pain threshold so it's probably not so bad."

Mom frowned, her forehead creasing and getting those little stress lines which made me feel even worse that she had to look after me like that. She moved to look through her suitcase again until she found a little pill bottle, passing me that along with her bottle of water. "Here. Take two tablets," she instructed. "It'll help with the pain. They'll make you a little drowsy so you can sleep it off afterwards."

"Thanks Mom." I shot her a grateful look as I downed the painkillers. A wave of guilt washed over me again when I realised just how much she was doing for me because of my own clumsiness, while I was all too eager to run off at the slightest inconvenience. "And I'm sorry."

"It's okay," she insisted. "It's just a small sprain, if you can even call it that. Barely more than a bruise but I'm just treating it like a sprain in case that's what it is. It could have been way worse. You could have actually fallen and broken something."

I hesitated. "It's not that."

"Then what is it?"

"I…" I took an unsteady breath. "I need to talk to you. About last night."

"It was just another nightmare, honey. I know you still get them after all this time."

"Not like last night." I couldn't stifle a yawn. The meds were really kicking in fast. And I guess I hadn't really slept properly the night before either.

Mom looked at me worriedly. "We'll talk about it later," she insisted, pulling the blanket over me. "Rest now. I'll swap the bandage out for you when it's time."

"Mom, I'm really not that-" Another yawn.

She smiled sadly at me. "Don't talk back to your mother," she said softly, gently brushing a lock of hair out of my face. She said the same thing she said the night I missed my curfew but this time, her tone was so different. It was full of love and care and it made my heart ache even more. She shut the curtains almost all the way so that the room was mostly dark. "Sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up," she assured me, leaning over to plant a lingering kiss on my forehead that made me blush. "The snow is building up outside too. We might be stuck inside for a while."

My eyelids felt heavy and, despite my best attempts to fight it, I quickly drifted off into a medicine-induced slumber.

It was one of those sleeps where I was half asleep and half awake. I could still hear Mom's voice through the darkness, a hurried, hushed conversation. I heard her mention Iduna's name so that's who she must have been speaking to.

"She's fine, she's fine. Help me thank Anna for letting her stay the night. … There's no need for that, don't worry. It's just a small sprain, nothing serious. If anything, she might just do a lot less walking for the rest of the trip. … I know I have to talk to her about it but is now really the best time? She's hurt and I don't want to make things worse by opening up that conversation if she doesn't feel the same way. … I am not being a wuss! ... I'm just going to let her sleep for now. We might not make it over to the main house after all. … We'll be okay. We have snacks and water here. It's snowing too hard for me to go over now anyway. … Talk to you later."

The words kind of made sense but I couldn't be sure if I actually heard them or if it was just my head making stuff up. If I did, then that would confirm it. Mom did feel something towards me. It wasn't just me. It was the two of us, feeling the same way about each other, stuck in this endless loop of psyching ourselves up to bring everything into the open only for one of us to fearfully back down before we have the chance to.

There was movement around my ankle and I heard the sound of Mom's rhythmic breathing. It got slightly more laboured when her fingertips brushed lightly against my skin, and I'd be lying if I said the same thing didn't happen to me, but whether it was from pain or pent-up sexual tension I couldn't be sure. I could feel the cold sensation of the ice being taken away. I could hear Mom's soft humming as she wrapped my ankle in a rubber bandage, compressing it to reduce the swelling. That nursing course she took in school must have really paid off. It seemed like she still knew exactly what she was doing even after all those years.

I drifted in and out of sleep, just barely aware of Mom bustling around me. She had taken it upon herself to light a scented candle we picked out in the village. It was somewhere near the door, filling the room with the scent of hot cocoa, almost as good as the real thing.

Almost.

She would occasionally check up on me, either to gently prod my ankle to check on the swelling or place her hand on my forehead to see if I had a fever from any possible infections. There was a period of time where I could sense her just watching me. If it were anyone else besides my mom, it probably would have been creepy, but I knew she had no malicious intent. It seemed like she was just watching over me, her hand occasionally cupping my cheek gently or intertwining our fingers together. Actions that seemed normal at first glance but had the potential of being so much more considering the feelings we both must have been keeping in.

Gradually, I felt the fatigue begin to ebb away. I was becoming more aware of my environment even though everything was still dark. The windows rattled slightly under the force of the strong winds outside. Mom had fluffed up the pillows so my ankle rested even higher above the bed and she put another blanket over me so I wouldn't be cold. I could hear her sketching something, the distinct sound of graphite against cartridge paper easy to pick up. I couldn't hear any music even though I knew she always played something whenever she was drawing, so she was probably using earphones.

Slowly, I stirred, opening my eyes and propping myself up on my elbows. Mom was next to me on the bed with one of the lamps turned on, a sketchpad in her hand. I was right about the music. Her earphones were half in, half out, like mine were when I overheard her conversation in the kitchen the day of the Solstice.

"Hey," she said, putting her stuff down and turning off her music. "You're up."

"How long was I out?" I mumbled sleepily. I could see clearly that it was bright outside. Or as bright as it could get during a blizzard.

Mom glanced at her wristwatch. "You've been out for a couple of hours. You slept well. It's just after ten now. I iced your ankle again while you were sleeping. How does it feel? It looks better." In the same robot voice, she asked, "On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?"

I glanced down and sure enough, the swelling was a lot better. My ankle no longer bulged and the pain was more a barely noticeable discomfort. "One and a half out of ten. It feels better. Way better."

Mom sighed with relief. "Good." She glanced out the window and I did the same. The snow was falling so hard and so fast that I couldn't even see the line of evergreen trees we could usually see. "The blizzard outside is still crazy so I told the Krysis we might not head over today until this evening if at all."

My heart sank. "I left your present under the tree in the lounge."

"Don't worry," she assured me, stroking my hair. "They'll wait for us before they open anything."

"I'd feel guilty if I had to make them wait."

"It's a Krysi tradition that present opening only happens when everyone is present, and that includes guests. They understand that there's no way either of us could make it over when the weather is like this, even if your ankle hadn't been injured. Plus, Christmas isn't all about the presents. It's just as much about the people we're with too, and right now, I'm perfectly happy being stuck in this crazy Christmas snowstorm with you."

I sighed, leaning back and staring at the ceiling. I had to talk to her or else I never would. "I need to talk to you about last night. And everything else. Last night… the nightmare was different."

She moved so she was sitting facing me, looking down to meet my eyes. "You were sleep talking before you woke up." I blushed. "I think this is something we both need to talk to each other about." She looked like she was bracing herself for a confession. It was just a matter of which one of us confessed.

"What exactly did you hear?" I asked hesitantly.

"It was too difficult to make out at times, but I knew you were calling for me, asking me for something. It sounded desperate. I just couldn't tell what you were asking me to do. I know you were saying that you love me." Her expression switched from one that was calm to one that bore immense guilt. "This is so wrong of me."

"W-what is?"

"To immediately assume you were thinking of me the same way I'm thinking of you."

My throat tightened up. This was it. This was the conversation. No going back. I was not going to let myself back out again.

"Tell me this is wrong," she pleaded, her eyes begging me to be the rational one. "Tell me I'm wrong to be doing this."

I shook my head. "It's not wrong of you," I said softly, slowly propping myself up so I was eye level with her.

Her eyes went wide and I noticed her pupils dilate slightly. "Why not?" Her voice was barely a whisper.

"Because I am thinking of you the way you're thinking of me."

She gulped. "You are?"

"If you're saying what I think you're saying, then yeah. I am."

"What do you think I'm saying?"

"What are you saying?"

"Something I'm terrified to admit." We keep bouncing off each other, too afraid to actually say what we wanted to out of fear of the small chance that one of us might be wrong.

"I heard you talking to Iduna, Mom. Both on the Solstice and earlier this morning on the phone."

"What exactly did you hear?" She asked me what I had just asked her. Thankfully, she didn't seem mad that I was clearly eavesdropping on a private conversation. If anything, she seemed slightly relieved that she wouldn't have to verbalise it herself.

"On the Solstice, you said that you're thinking of finding someone new but you're afraid of all the change it would bring. To the both of us. I know you're not just afraid for me. You're afraid for you too."

"Change is scary and we've both had plenty of it in our lifetimes."

"And this morning you said you didn't want to talk to me about something because I might not feel the same way, but Iduna insisted you should. She called you a wuss."

Mom chuckled. "She did."

A beat of silence.

"So," I breathed.

"So," she sighed.

"We're both feeling more towards each other than we should be feeling, right?" I asked.

"We are," she agreed, and I sighed with relief knowing I didn't misread anything. "When did you start feeling this way?"

I shrugged. "I don't really know. Probably a long time, but I only admitted it to myself the night I missed my curfew. Before then, everything was manageable but that night just made my feelings so much more intense."

"I get what you mean," she said. "I knew from the moment I saw you that something would be different between us. It's just taken me a long time to work up the courage to say something. The night you missed your curfew was just me trying to say something without actually saying something, I guess."

"That was what my nightmare was about. You and me," I confessed. "I needed to get away from you at that moment and I'm sorry if it hurt you. Everything was just too much for me to take."

"What happened in your nightmare?" she asked, her teeth just barely chewing on her bottom lip.

"I dreamt that I told you everything, everything that I was feeling, and I… I tried to kiss you. But you didn't feel the same way. You hated me for it and wanted us to stay as far away from each other as possible."

"I could never hate you." Her expression made it clear that the very thought of me thinking that hurt her so badly. "I could never wish to be separated from you again. I would never want that for us."

"Even if I love you more than I should?" I asked timidly.

Mom smiled, cupping my cheek with her palm. "I'd much rather live in a world with too much love than one with none at all."

My heart flushed, warming from the inside out. The dull pain pulsing from my ankle didn't even bother me anymore. It was unnoticeable. The only thing that mattered to me was Mom and the distance between us which was slowly closing.

"There are other people out there like us," I told her, my mind immediately thinking of Cass and her sister. The loving relationship they must have shared. The way I could feel the tender emotions radiating off of Cass whenever she talked about her, and the aching pain of her loss. "People who feel this way towards people they shouldn't. People who have made it work."

Mom inched closer to me. "I did say when we met that between mother and daughter we'd make it work, didn't I?"

"You did."

We were barely a few inches away from each other. I could feel the warmth of her breath on me, that was how close we were. Her hand had never left my cheek, and as we stared into each other's eyes, her other one joined.

"Mom," I whispered, as if saying 'Mom' would somehow remind us of our relationship and snap us out of it. I didn't want to snap out of it. That was the last thing I wanted. "What is happening right now?"

Mom looked at me intensely, her eyes burning with a fiery passion. "We're making it work."

She took a deep, steadying breath before leaning in and closing the distance between us, her soft lips on mine. She was kissing me.

Holy smokes.

Mom is kissing me.

A/N - Hello dear reader! It finally happened. It's happening. The chapter you've all been waiting for. This story was my first attempt at something slowburn-ish and it has taken all my self control to hold out for this long. The next chapter will finally be the Rapunzel x Arianna chapter and I'm working to get that out to you guys as soon as I can. As always, until next chapter, stay safe wherever you are :)