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Flynn & Rapunzel
“Eugene,” Rapunzel asked, as she peered around her husband to look over the mad rush happening all around the castle, “what's going on?”
The hustle and bustle of a party had been in the air for ages, which was bewildering enough (Rapunzel had only been there four months after all) but now some of the workmen were putting a tree up in the throne room, and when she woke up, there was a similer tree in her bedroom, and it was all very strange.
“Is the castle being overgrown? Is that why they're all running around?” Eugene, the bandit formerly known a Flynn Ryder, couldn't help but laugh at his wife's wide eyed panic.
“Zel,” he'd taken to calling her that, now that Blondie no longer applied, “it's Christmas Eve!” Rapunzel instantly brightened.
“Christmas?” She squeaked. “We're celebrating Christmas?”
“Yeah.” Eugene replied, grabbing a hold of her before she could run around, as she did when she was excited. “Everyone does.”
“Not me, I've never celebrated Christmas before. I've only red about it.” Eugene had to force his jaw to keep from falling open in shock.
“Well then, Merry Christmas Zel.”
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The Girl in the Blue Dress, and her partner.
“I'm very glad you could be here tonight.” The girl in the blue ballgown simpered. “It just wouldn't be Christmas with boys shivering out in the field.”
“Well, ma'am, there are still boys shiverin' out there. We have to take turns guardin' what's left of our provisions.” The girl looked up at her partner, visibly flustered.
“You can't. None of you should! It's Christmas, and war or not everyone should have a roof tonight.” Her partner laughed at the absurdity of housing the entire brigade under this little girl's roof.
“Ma'am, there's a hundred of us, last I checked. You couldn't posible house all of us yourself.”
But the girl in the blue dress pouted, and stamped her foot in impetuence.
As soon as the dance was over, she requested that he escort her to the chaperones, and then disappeared until the last waltz.
“Where'd you run off to?” He asked, twirling her across the floor.
“Why, that's my own personal affair.”
“Is it now?” He asked, teasingly.
“Mm-hmm.” She answered, the msame mischevious glint in her eye. “But ya'll have a place to sleep tonight. Merry Christmas.”
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Soldier Girl's letter.
Dear Momma,
It's been a year and a half since I left for South Carolina, do you miss me? I miss you, and all my sisters and brother, and Poppa too. I miss you all terribly. The first of the Christmas packages came today. We were all terribly surprised that there were still things to send, and the boy who received it began crying then and there.
Things are still hard, but I feel like I've made the right choice in this. I'll come home to you as soon as this war is over, or when they find out I'm a girl.
Love, your daughter.
Flynn & Rapunzel
“Eugene,” Rapunzel asked, as she peered around her husband to look over the mad rush happening all around the castle, “what's going on?”
The hustle and bustle of a party had been in the air for ages, which was bewildering enough (Rapunzel had only been there four months after all) but now some of the workmen were putting a tree up in the throne room, and when she woke up, there was a similer tree in her bedroom, and it was all very strange.
“Is the castle being overgrown? Is that why they're all running around?” Eugene, the bandit formerly known a Flynn Ryder, couldn't help but laugh at his wife's wide eyed panic.
“Zel,” he'd taken to calling her that, now that Blondie no longer applied, “it's Christmas Eve!” Rapunzel instantly brightened.
“Christmas?” She squeaked. “We're celebrating Christmas?”
“Yeah.” Eugene replied, grabbing a hold of her before she could run around, as she did when she was excited. “Everyone does.”
“Not me, I've never celebrated Christmas before. I've only red about it.” Eugene had to force his jaw to keep from falling open in shock.
“Well then, Merry Christmas Zel.”
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The Girl in the Blue Dress, and her partner.
“I'm very glad you could be here tonight.” The girl in the blue ballgown simpered. “It just wouldn't be Christmas with boys shivering out in the field.”
“Well, ma'am, there are still boys shiverin' out there. We have to take turns guardin' what's left of our provisions.” The girl looked up at her partner, visibly flustered.
“You can't. None of you should! It's Christmas, and war or not everyone should have a roof tonight.” Her partner laughed at the absurdity of housing the entire brigade under this little girl's roof.
“Ma'am, there's a hundred of us, last I checked. You couldn't posible house all of us yourself.”
But the girl in the blue dress pouted, and stamped her foot in impetuence.
As soon as the dance was over, she requested that he escort her to the chaperones, and then disappeared until the last waltz.
“Where'd you run off to?” He asked, twirling her across the floor.
“Why, that's my own personal affair.”
“Is it now?” He asked, teasingly.
“Mm-hmm.” She answered, the msame mischevious glint in her eye. “But ya'll have a place to sleep tonight. Merry Christmas.”
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Soldier Girl's letter.
Dear Momma,
It's been a year and a half since I left for South Carolina, do you miss me? I miss you, and all my sisters and brother, and Poppa too. I miss you all terribly. The first of the Christmas packages came today. We were all terribly surprised that there were still things to send, and the boy who received it began crying then and there.
Things are still hard, but I feel like I've made the right choice in this. I'll come home to you as soon as this war is over, or when they find out I'm a girl.
Love, your daughter.