Hi there! Here's the second chapter. I hope you like it as well as the last chapter!
By the way I don't own any characters shown in this chapter. Disney does.
Mulan was walking alongside her new husband, talking to him about their future.
"I hope you realize that I'm not the type of woman to stay at home and cook all day," she told him.
He chuckled, "I knew from the beginning."
"That's good. You can do the cooking."
"I could, but I don't think I will."
She smiled, "My family's very glad to have you in their home."
"I like your family. They're crazy, but very loving."
"You'll fit right in then." Mulan jumped onto the railing of the bridge.
"Very funny." Mulan clutched her head and fell into the water. "Mulan!" She heard Shang run beside her.
"It's just a headache Shang. A bad one, but nothing fatal."
"Perhaps there's medicine at home?"
Mulan groaned from the pain, "Maybe but... maybe but we..." Shang watched as his wife disappeared in front of him.
The Princess of Agrabah sat on the fountain, brushing her tiger Rajah. The tiger purred and lied on his stomach. He absolutely adored being brushed, and he knew he could always look forward to a nice meal afterwards.
Jasmine was humming to herself as she brushed. Aladdin was away at the moment, but was to return by noon. The Sultan was in the throne room, doing work. It was just Jasmine and Rajah.
"I'm bored!" And Iago. Rajah growled at the bird for ruining the tranquility.
"You don't have to be out here you know," Jasmine replied.
Iago landed next to her, "I'm bored no matter where I go. Everyone else is working and what am I supposed to do?!"
"Whatever you want..." Jasmine thought about her comment, "That's reasonable and legal I mean."
"Yeah, yeah." Jasmine shook her head before it began to hurt. She hissed in pain, causing Rajah and even Iago to look at her in concern.
"Princess?" Rajah snuggled against her.
Jasmine wrapped her arms around her tiger, "My head hurts. It must be..." Jasmine felt her grip loosen on Rajah. Before the animals' very eyes, she vanished.
Rajah looked at Iago in shock, "Don't look at me! I didn't do this!"
An arrow flew before being stopped abruptly by a target. Smiling at her perfect Bullseye, Merida drew another arrow and fired. The arrow also hit the small circle in the middle.
"No one's going to want to anger you when you've got one of those, Lass," her father said from the picnic table.
"Luckily for them, I'm mostly interested in hitting targets," she answered.
"Ever tried hitting moving targets?"
"When I ride." Merida drew in another arrow and shot. Her brothers were in the treetops swinging around while her parents sat together at the table.
Queen Eleanore sighed but grinned, "It's definitely not what I expected her doing when I first held her in my arms." The King looked at her. "Don't get me wrong Dear. I'm impressed."
Merida smirked when she heard her mother. Their relationship had come so far since their adventure. She would have preferred it be strengthened a different way, but having one of you changed into a bear for a day and nearly killed by their spouse would do just fine.
The brothers climbed down the tree and ran as fast as they could towards their parents. Merida decided to fire one more arrow before her break and reached to take another arrow from her quiver. The hand that was reaching to get another arrow shot to her head when it suddenly hurt.
"Merida?" she heard her mother say. She must have made a noise when the pain hit her.
She slowly took her hand away, "I'm fine. Just a bit of a headache."
Eleanore rose from her seat, "Why don't you come and sit down?"
Merida closed her eyes for a moment before nodding. The action caused her headache to get worse and for dizziness to occur. Merida felt herself sway and heard her mother scream her name before there was nothing.
Aurora was admiring herself in the mirror as Philip brushed his hair.
"Sleep well?" she asked her husband.
"Very well my Sleeping Beauty," he replied. Aurora went and sat on their bed. "And you?"
"Well as always. I have yet to have trouble falling asleep at night."
Phillip sighed, "If only that were the case with me lately."
Aurora looked at him with sympathetic eyes as she walked over to him and held his hands, "Don't worry. Most of the neighboring kingdoms are very open-minded. Negotiating trade with them should be easy."
"Not all. Don't forget about the King of..."
"There's no reason to worry about him. That man's been getting on everyone's nerves with his deals. He'd have to be an idiot if he continued them. His kingdom depends too much on the trade to risk any mad monarchs to cut him off."
Phillip nodded, "Yes, but how long will it take until everyone decides enough is enough. Don't forget some of these other rulers are his relatives."
"Then there's always hope that they can change his mind. Everything will be just fine, Love." She released one of his hands and put hers on his cheek.
"I hope you're right Aurora." He closed his eyes and felt his wife's hand slide down his cheek little by little, as if trying to force it to stay there. He felt her other hand release his and opened his eyes to see her rubbing her temple. "Are you alright?"
Aurora's hand dropped from his cheek and she fell backwards. Phillip went to catch her, to find that there's nothing to catch.
Snow White stepped around her stepmother's old room, reflecting on what had happened the past week. She had always known that her stepmother wasn't a very loving person. In fact she tried to warn her father of this before they married. Snow White still couldn't understand why she would want to kill her. She hadn't done anything to anger her, at least not that she could remember.
It didn't matter. She was gone, and Snow White was to marry her true love and become a queen tomorrow. She could move on with her life and have her happily ever after, just as her parents would want.
Snow White's head began to pound and she sat on the bed in response. She put her face in her hands. The last thing she thought before she disappeared was how similar this felt to when she bit that apple.
Pocahontas was sitting with Grandmother Willow, Meeko, Flit, and Percy. John Smith had left for England last week, and she missed him terribly.
"I'm sure he'll be fine Child," Grandmother Willow told her, "He'll heal in England and then you'll see him again before you know it."
Pocahontas sighed, "I hope you're right."
"I know I'm right Pocahontas. Remember what I told you about listening to your heart?"
She nodded, "It's why I can speak English. And understand the wind."
"Does your heart say he's fine? Go on, ask it."
Pocahontas closed her eyes, focusing on her heart. She smiled when it told her that John Smith was still alive and okay. The smile was quickly wiped off her face when pain shot through her head.
"Pocahontas?"
She gently put a hand to her forehead, "It's my head Grandmother Willow. I'm getting a headache." Pocahontas felt a warning that this was more than just a normal headache, and then there was nothing.
Belle and Chip were riding on Phillipe on the castle grounds. She held the reigns as Chip sat between Belle and Phillipe's neck.
"...so I don't have to sleep in the cupboard anymore," Chip finished.
"Well I'd certainly be surprised if you still had to," Belle replied with a smile. There was a bit of a silence as Chip thought about his next question.
"Belle?"
"Yes Chip?"
"I really like you and you're a great friend, but sometimes I wish I could be around more people my own age."
Belle nodded, "That's perfectly understandable. Perhaps we could make more trips to town. See if we can find you new friends."
Chip replied, "Well I was sort of hoping that I could find a friend in the castle. Are you going to have any kids?" He looked up at Belle, waiting for the answer.
"It's not something Adam and I have been discussing much, but we know we want to have children one day."
"When?" asked Chip.
"I don't know. It could be awhile." Belle heard Chip groan in disappointment. "We'll still go into town to find friends. It's better than nothing, right?" She suddenly got a headache, but didn't make any noise so as not to worry Chip.
Chip nodded, "Yeah, I guess so. It's a lot easier when the friend is around all the time instead of miles away." Chip noticed the hands holding the reigns were suddenly gone, and Phillipe felt weight leaving his back. Both looked back to see there was no Belle. "Belle?"
No answer.
"Belle?!"
Cinderella and Charming were dancing in the gardens, Cinderella wearing her usual outfit of the brown dress and the apron. There was no music playing, but that didn't matter to them. They still danced in step with each other.
It had been a little over a year since they married, and they were as happy as ever. The King was anxiously awaiting his heirs, but luckily his son made him realize that there was no rush to have children. The two certainly wanted children one day, but it could wait. Cinderella herself felt having children that instant wouldn't be a good idea.
Anastasia had found love and she and Cinderella were now on good terms. However, Drizella and her stepmother seemed to be very angry with her still. Cinderella trusted them enough to let them visit, but not to be around her child. She would wait until Drizella found love or calm down and her stepmother to become less bitter towards her. There was no need to bring a child into such a family rivalry.
The Prince asked, "So what does the day have in store for you?"
She shrugged, "I was hoping to work around the gardens today. It hasn't been raining much and I want to make sure the flowers have enough water."
"You're an interesting person Cinderella. Most princesses aren't interested in doing chores that the help are assigned to."
"Well I certainly can't let the gardener do all of the work. These gardens are huge."
Charming smiled, "Always thinking of others." He leans in for a kiss when both of Cinderella's hands shot to her head. "Cinderella?"
"I have a headache. I think I'm just thirsty."
"With a headache that bad?" Cinderella's vision began to blur before all she could see was darkness.
Anna admired the wedding dresses, "I think I like that one the best." She pointed to a peach colored one with long sleeves.
Elsa nodded, "I do too. What do you think Rapunzel?" The two sisters looked back at their cousin. Rapunzel had recently came to Arendelle to be at Anna's wedding. She had at first been to Elsa's coronation, but a stomach bug that both her and Eugene caught had sent them back to Corona before Elsa's powers were revealed.
She stood still, looking at the chameleon on her shoulder, who shrugged. Elsa kicked herself for remembering Rapunzel didn't understand Norwegian. Elsa grabbed the dress and placed it in front of Anna. Rapunzel eagerly nodded, then saying she thought the dress was absolutely stunning in German, which neither sister understood.
Olaf clapped, "It's so pretty!" Elsa set the dress back on Anna's bed with the others.
"Kristoff's going to love it!" squealed Anna.
"You still have to make sure it fits and feels comfortable Anna," Elsa pointed out.
"I'm sure it will. Can you just see me dancing in this?" Anna held her arms out like they were around another person and started dancing. Rapunzel eagerly ran to Anna and danced with her. Olaf also joined, but instead of waltzing like the two girls he started doing a sort of tap dance.
Elsa laughed at the sight before scrunching her face in pain. Her head began pounding and looking at her sister and cousin, it seemed like their's were too. Olaf continued dancing, ignorant to what was happening. Pascal however, looked at Rapunzel in concern. The chameleon suddenly fell as Rapunzel disappeared. Elsa paniced, her eyes shooting towards her sister. Anna was only there for a split second before she too was gone.
Elsa closed her eyes and let the darkness consume her.
Ariel sat on the beach, letting her toes wiggle in the sand. She leaned back, letting her back touch the sand and her arms to to stretch beside her.
"Enjoying yourself I see." She looked to see Scuttle.
"Yes. You were right about just laying out in the sun. It's very relaxing."
"When am I ever wrong?" he asked.
Ariel chuckled, "Well a fork is not used to brush hair."
Scuttle looked at her in confusion, "What's a fork?"
"A dinglehopper."
"Are you sure?"
Again she chuckled, "Yes, I'm quite sure."
"Oh... okay." Ariel closed her eyes to relax. A few minutes past, and Ariel was fast asleep. Scuttle smiled at the sleeping mermaid and was about to leave when he realized that Ariel had suddenly disappeared.
Tiana was setting the tables, preparing for the resteraunt to open. By her Louis was playing scales on his trumpet and Naveen was playing scales along with him on his lute. Not to be left out, Tiana hummed the scales along with them.
Finally, all of the hard work paid off. She had her resteraunt as she always planned, but now she also had a loving husband and new friends too. Things were going much better than expected. Her father must be smiling on her from the Heavens. She was sure sometimes that this was all a dream for it was too good to be true, and if so, she hoped she never woke up. Nothing could ruin this.
As I'm sure you guessed, Tiana had to sit down because of a headache. Noticing his wife had stopped singing, Naveen stopped playing. Louis continued to play scales, but watched as Naveen went over to Tiana.
Naveen put a hand on her shoulder, but Tiana disappeared and he fell forward, hitting his head on the table.
Is this something I should continue? I plan for many future chapters to either not include all of the princesses or to be very long.
Let me know what you think in the reviews.