"Back when I was here, this kingdom had a lost princess." Art was floating, smiling and watching the kingdom in the distance. "Seriously?" Amy poked up beside her, stuffing the globe in her bag. Art nodded, clearing her throat.
"I remember a tale of a single drop of sunlight falling to the Earth, sprouting as a magic golden flower. It had healing properties. One day, the Queen got really sick, and to make it worse she was about to have a baby. They found the flower and used it as an antidote. The princess was born with golden hair, like the sun. They did this lantern celebration to honor her birth and everything seemed perfect. Until the next day, the guards searched the entire kingdom high and low to find the princess. She'd been stolen. Last time I was here...I was pretty sure I saw her."
Amy's eyes widened, "Wait seriously?" Art nodded, "Yeah. Come on." She flew forward and Amy followed behind fast.
"Wanna know what my favorite thing is about her though, whether or not she really is the lost princess?" Art smiled,
"What?"
"She's an artist! She lives in a tower and it's beautifully painted all inside!"
"Really? Oh god you must be having a heart attack then."
"It's amazing! Oh, and by the way...since we're going to a land of princesses and true love, I have a question for you..." Art slowed a bit.
"Aw man, I don't like where this is going...hit me."
"It doesn't have to do with you or Rogue if that's what you're worried about."
Amy laughed, "Oh, then what's up?"
"It has to do with Bunny...and a certain feathery guardian you tried to match him up with..." Art stopped, turning with her hands on her hips. Amy laughed nervously, "Well...you see...uh..that was a long time ago!"
"How long?!" Art flew closer to Amy.
"Like fifty years ago!"
"That's not that long in an immortal life!"
"I didn't know you then!"
"So? What made you think Bunny and Tooth?! I mean yeah they're close but I can't see them as a couple!"
"I wanted to try something to prove Rogue wrong about my being a sucky guardian...which only furthered his point."
Art continued flying, "First, I doubt Rogue thinks you suck as a guardian. And second, it was one tiny mistake. Everyone makes mistakes. I mean Bunny told me about Rogue's mistake with Pocahontas and John Smith and John Rolfe."
"Oh yeah...that was funny! I mean super unfortunate...but funny." Amy smiled then pointed out, "Is that the tower?"
It was a tall tower of beige mossy bricks, vines curling up around it to the wooden support beams all around the circular room with a faded purple rooftop and a single window decorated with flowers.
"Yeah...but hold on..." Art pulled a charm from her bracelet, tossing it up and caught a small bag tied shut with string.
"What is it?"
"Invisible powder...I know we're lucky people can see us but I don't know how people would react if they saw two people flying, especially with your wings. So hold your nose."
Amy pinched her nose, shutting her eyes and nodded. Art took a pinch of the powder between her fingers and threw it at her. After the dust settled, Art smiled, "Okay you can open your eyes now."
The red head took a deep gasping breath, giggling. "Cool!"
Art looked down at the tower, smiling. "Okay come on." Amy nodded, following after as they neared the tower.
"Is that...singing?"
"I think so...what a beautiful voice!"
"Whoa...did you hit her with talent or is she naturally gifted like that?" Amy was smiling widely in admiration.
"Gifted!"
"Whoa that's some blonde hair." They watched as she seemed to close her song, leaning out the window and singing about lights.
A cloaked figure appeared at the bottom of the tower. "Who's that?" "No idea."
"Coming mother!" The girl called out, hooking her...hair...onto a silver hook at the top of the window. She threw the hair outside the tower, which almost seemed endless until it fell into the hands of the cloaked person. "Whoa that's a lot of hair!" They both squeezed through the window after the figure was lifted. It was a woman with black thick curls and icy blue eyes. "Holy crap that's a lot of hair..." Amy commented again, looking around the tower.
Art began admiring the paintings on the wall, the furniture, the everything. "She's amazing..."A glow out of the corner of their eyes caught their sight and they both turned as the girl sputtered a song out quick. "Is that glowing?!" "Oh my god that's awesome!"
"Wait wait wait, you remember the tale right?"
"Yeah...oh the sun!"
"And the golden flower!"
"Whoa...that's amazing..."
"Amy...are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Uh...unless you're thinking about growing your hair out that long...no."
"I...I think we found..."
"The lost princess?!"
The woman suddenly shut the window, the mother, as she sang to her. "...knew that soon you'd want to leave the nest..." Amy and Art looked at each other confused as the room got darker and darker, the last light snuffed out as Amy saw her eyes go wide.
"The princess was kidnapped!" Arthina felt the need to whisper.
"Yeah and?"
"Did you see them?! There's no way that woman is her mother!"
"So...what you're saying is..."
"That woman! She's the kidnapper!"
"Holy crap."
"Yeah! We need to get her out of here like now!"
"I don't know...I wouldn't wanna mess with that woman. She like turned herself twenty years younger." Amy bit her lip, looking between the woman and the princess. "The hair...it turned her younger..."
"Amy." Art turned, putting her hands to her shoulders. "I know we barely know each other but you are my best friend and I mean this with so much respect and love when I say...that is the craziest, most unreal idea I've ever heard! How can hair turn people younger?! It's...it's...hair."
"And you're falling in love with an oversized rabbit with an Australian accent...can you really call me crazy?" Amy laughed.
"Uhh..." Art blushed, dropping her hands.
"It's just a theory anyway..."
"This may seem strange since I'm not Rogue but...you wanna make a bet?"
"Oh hell yeah!"
"Okay. If you're right, then I'll forgive and forget the whole Bunny and Tooth thing."
"And if you're right then I'll tell you how Bunny feels about you."
Art lit up, blushing and bubbling with excitement, floating higher, "How do you know how Bunny feels about-Did he tell you in detail?!"
Amy laughed, "No, but he told Rogue who told me." She started laughing.
"Okay deal!"
Amy giggled. Their eyes burned at the bright light as the woman left, the windows now open.
"The woman's gone now...it's just her and...is that a frog?"
"I think it's a lizard..."
"She looks so sad...I wonder what happened..."
They watched as a man climbed up into the tower, someone Art recognized. She recalled him from her past, a young boy who she spent a few years with when she'd visited Corona after leaving the hometown she'd lived in for years. They watched the princess beat him with a frying pan...twice. Eugene, the name Art remembered for him, called himself Flynn Rider. The princess...Rapunzel. She convinced him to take her to see the floating lights, which were actually lanterns that the King and Queen do every year. The girls decided Eugene...er...Flynn could take care of her and left to head into town. They wanted to check up on the king and queen.
Amy flew fast beside Art, flying over the village which was busy at the high noon. They flew around the castle, stopping at a shout. Primrose, the queen, was pacing around the library, her hair frizzed and messy, eyes heavy with tears already shed. "What do you mean it's gone?!" She shouted, shivering and stopping as her husband Thomas took her arm.
"Uh oh...the queen doesn't look so happy" Amy spoke quietly, slipping into an open window, Art close behind.
"We're so sorry your majesty but...Flynn Rider and the Stabbington Brothers caught us off guard...we caught the brothers but...it seems Ryder was in possession of the crown when he escaped."
"This is unacceptable! That was the last...last thing...we...had..." Primrose bit her lip, standing straight and stiff, glaring at the guard. "Just leave." The guard bowed solemnly, turning and marching out.
"Primrose dear...you need to relax..." Thomas' voice was low and soft, his own eyes blaring red.
"How?! That's the last thing...the last thing we had of her..."
"I know..."
Art turned to her best friend, looking at her. "Flynn Rider...is it possible?"
"Well...the crown was in his bag..."
"Is he a thief?" The brunette frowned, covering her mouth with a soft whisper, "Oh Eugene...what happened to you..."
"Did we just leave the lost princess with a wanted thief?"
"Yup."
"We need to get back to them!"
"Yup." Art turned, flying out of the window, one last glance at the pained expressions the monarchs wore.
The two spiraled out into the sky, heading for the woods and stopping as they heard something from a tavern...singing?