Astrid insisted that they go to the art gallery. She would memorize how the paintings looked, and recite it all to Gustav when they were together again. The three girls, laughing and joking, made their way to where all the paintings were held.

Suddenly, Heather froze. "No. Way. Astrid! It's a picture of Astrid!"

"That's ridiculous," Astrid responded, "Why would there be a picture of me?"

Her friend gestured to the drawing, and her mouth fell open. It was her, wasn't it? She looked at the picture intently, before reading the engravement on the frame.

"Queen Valka, age seventeen."

Ruffnut shrugged and moved to the next drawing. Astrid, a bit hesitant, followed her. Hiccup had told her she looked like the queen, but she hadn't thought there would be that much resemblance. And come to think of it, she looked a lot like Rapunzel as well. Well, that made sense, Queen Valka was her aunt.

The next portrait showed a family. At the bottom, there was a small black dog that looked eerily familiar. "That - that dog. It couldn't be."

Ruff read the bottom. "Queen Valka, King Stoick, Princess Astoria and Rachel, and their loyal dog, Toothless."

"This was painted the very day Princess Rachel was born," murmured Heather, "That night, she was kidnapped. And then a year later…"

"The car crash," Astrid whispered.

"Astrid," Ruff said in a strangled tone, "What day were you found on your mom's doorstep? Do you know?"

"The date?" she asked, shrugging, "Sure. I mean, my mom made it my birthday since she didn't know my real one. April 24th."

Her two friends exchanged such a sudden glance that she took a step back. "What?"

"Ast, you know what April 24th is, right?" Ruffnut asked uneasily.

"Yeah. My birthday. I just said that."

Ruff shook her head, before looking at Heather for support. The green-eyes girl didn't say anything though, so she sighed and said, "It's the day the royal family died in that car crash."

Astrid felt as though someone had just slapped her.

"I'm thinking that maybe baby Astoria, who was one year old, by the way - I'm thinking she didn't die."

Heather continued the thought. "Maybe she was found and left on someone's doorstep."

Astrid shook her head, not buying it, trying to convince herself more than them. "No. That's - that's - no!"

"Yes!" Ruff insisted. "You could be Princess Astoria!"

"If that's true, and Rapunzel and Gothel know it, that would explain why they're so horrible to you!" Heather said excitedly. "Because you're the rightful heir to the throne, and not Rapunzel!"

Could this be possible? Could this even be true, in the craziest turn of events ever? Maybe it was. Maybe she was actually -

"No," she stated firmly, "Rapunzel isn't horrible to me anymore. And this whole thing is crazy. We should get to dinner. I think that the the hunger is getting to you two."

The girls followed behind, but neither dropped the subject. "This is serious, y'know," Ruff said earnestly, "The whole fate of the kingdom is at stake here!"

"C'mon guys...it's crazy!"

This chapter is SUPER short, and I am SO SORRY about that. The weekend messed up my writing schedule, and stuff got messed up, and agh I'm sorry.

By the way, I'm not exactly answering reviews unless you ask a question, but THE REVIEWS ARE SO NICE OH MY THOR THANK YOU!

And I felt so bad, because I got a review telling me that they like that I update fast, and then I go and skip a day. I'M SORRY, really, because, I was at someone else's house and didn't have access to a computer. Damn my life.