Eugene woke up shivering. Was it possible that it was even colder today? Of all days for it to be freezing cold, it had to be their wedding anniversary. He looked over at Rapunzel, fast asleep with tremors running through her.

He nimbly climbed out of bed, determined to find some coats or blankets somewhere. Every shop had been closed yesterday, due to the coronation, but maybe today someone would be carrying warm clothes.

Spying a desk in the corner of the small room, he picked up the quill pen there, but found that the ink was frozen solid. Of course. That was fine, though; he would probably be back before Rapunzel woke up. If she didn't wake up before he did, she was usually asleep for a long time.

After slipping into some fresh clothes and making sure he had some money on hand, Eugene made his way through the inn and outside into the chilling, foggy air. Though the sun had already risen, it did nothing to calm the effects of the biting wind and the cold weather. Though it wasn't snowing, ice covered anything and everything, the snow from last night having been left to freeze. He had hoped that maybe he could find some flowers to offer Rapunzel for their anniversary, but there wasn't a chance. Nothing could grow in this. There was no green anywhere; only a prevailing white. He even had to take careful steps as he walked onto the stone street, as it was covered with a thin layer of ice.

Eugene rubbed his bare hands over his arms that were only covered by thin sleeves. The wind cut straight through him, but he kept walking, trying to make some sort of sense in where he was in the fog. He remembered seeing a clothing shop more toward the castle...

Very few people milled about on the streets, but he could see a group congregating on the street to his right. He made his way over to hear a castle guard calling out, "Not to fear, there are plenty of cloaks for everyone. There are plenty of fires and hot food and drink inside the castle."

Eugene finally reached the crowd and was handed a blue cloak by the guard. He stuck around until the people had dispersed, and then approached the guard again, who only had a few cloaks left in his arms.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"You can help hand these out," said the guard with a note of relief in his voice, passing the cloaks off to Eugene. "Thank you, sir."

"No problem." Eugene began his walk back to the inn, bent on bringing a cloak to Rapunzel. But as he walked, his mind worked, sharpened somehow by the cold weather. Helping people was unlike Hans, but he guessed that if Anna returned with her people starved and cold, she wouldn't be too happy with him. That had to be it. Besides, he had to build up his good image so that the people of Arendelle would like him.

Eugene entered the inn again, handing a cloak to the innkeeper and a couple other people huddling by the fire inside. When he entered his room again, Rapunzel was still fast asleep. Smiling to himself, he shook her gently. She rolled over with a sigh and her eyes blinked open slowly.

"Happy wedding anniversary," Eugene said with his most winning smile. "I brought you a cloak." He held the purple fabric out to her, his grin stretching wider as she smiled at him.

"How thoughtful of you!" she giggled in a groggy voice, her eyes still half-closed. "I don't suppose summer came back yet?"

"Well..." Eugene looked out the window and continued in a business-like tone. "The forecast for today looks like cold, snow, ice, and more cold. But it's warm in the castle; we should head over there. It'll give me easier access to Hans anyway."

"Won't he see you?" she yawned as she rubbed her hands over her eyes with a shudder.

"Not if I'm careful. Here," he added, settling the thick cloak over her shoulders. "I'll wait downstairs while you change. I need to talk to the innkeeper."

Rapunzel nodded with a smile. Eugene smiled back and kissed her before going out the door and down the creaky wooden steps. The innkeeper was where he was before, right in front of the fire with now four other men. The two without cloaks were nearest to the fire, shaking as they talked in low voices.

"Why don't you go over to the castle?" asked Eugene as he approached. "I've heard it's warm."

"I can't leave the inn," the innkeeper explained, clutching his cloak around him.

"And we won't leave our father," one of the men said with a determined gaze. The other three nodded at him, and then turned back to the fire.

"What about food? Hasn't most of it frozen?"

"It has," said the innkeeper. "My boys were just discussing who was going to go to the castle and-"

"No need. I'll see what I can get for all of you." It was amazing how Eugene hadn't even had to think about his response. After spending three years with Rapunzel and her family, his automatic reflex was to help; a complete turnaround from his life as Flynn Rider.

The innkeeper looked up at Eugene in awe. "Thank you, sir, thank you!" He looked him over, his eyebrows raising in question. "Who are you?"

"Prince Eugene of Corona."

The five men all rose to their feet in a hurry and bowed. The innkeeper's eyes went wide. "I'm sorry, Your Highness, I didn't-"

Eugene chuckled. "Don't worry about it. I might have the title, but underneath it I'm just like you. I'll be back as soon as I can," he added as Rapunzel came to stand at his side, her cloak clasped at her sternum.

"Brace yourself," Eugene muttered to Rapunzel as he opened the door. The weather hadn't let up in the slightest bit, even as the sun rose higher. Rapunzel shivered and Eugene wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Come on, it's not too far to the castle."