Accident Part 2 And The End of the Sisterly Tensions

Part two of yesterday:  (Read Part 1 HERE unless you wanna be really, really confused.)
Tangled Fan came back down after awhile and brought me back to him. He was still out, but by
the time she was done with her second excruciatingly long examination, Eugene was starting to come to. She quickly administered a wee bit of children's Tylenol, which made him go right back to sleep.
After she'd done that, she turned to me. "It seems to me that the fall probably did something to his legs. They seem a bit more loose than usual, but I'm sure he'll still be able to walk. He might take a little bit of rehab, but I don't think it will affect his walking much, if at all. He'll be fine. And as for the head injury -- don't worry, I heard you guys yelling in there, so I have a good idea of what happened -- he'll be okay. Luckily, he didn't seem to sustain any head injuries from falling or getting punched - this'd be a whole different story if he had been. I want you to keep an eye on him, though, okay? Once he wakes up, I'll do another examination of him and then we'll see about letting you go back upstairs."
A shiver shot through me as I thought about the idea of him being permanently handicapped, and I mumbled a thank you. She nodded, went to go get a few blankets for us, and then left again. She also brought Pascal down...thankfully.

And so I waited. And waited. And waited.
I also beat myself up. If I would've been a little stronger...if I hadn't have gotten into that fight...if I had had better reflexes...Ugh.

Finally, he woke back up. I was at his side in a heartbeat.
He glanced around, confused, but then he saw me and tried to sit up.
"No, no, no. You'll get dizzy. Lay back down, okay?" I told him, resting my hand on his shoulder.
He started to nod, but then he caught himself. "Wh-" he broke off to clear his froggy throat. "What happened?"
"Kristoff punched you...and you fell off of the dresser." I said. "You remember the fight?"
"Yeah," he said.
We stayed in awkward silence for a few minutes, and I started to rub at my arm, which was starting to really ache from trying to haul Eugene back up to safety.
Noticing, he asked if I was okay. How had he even seen me rubbing at it? It's not like I was dramatically rubbing at it! Alrighty then, Mister Hawk-eyes.
"I'm fine," I reassured him, and he gave me a small smile. I wanted to hug him, but I was afraid I'd hurt him...!

By the time Tangled Fan came back down, we were both about ready to go to sleep, and it was soo dark down here...dark and cold!
She got him to walk, and examined him alll over again. I could tell he was embarrassed by the extent of her examination, but oh well.
The final report was that he WOULD need to take it easy, and gave me a physical therapy-esque idea of what to do for him. Then she took us all back upstairs, setting us (thankfully) on our old shelf.
Tangled Fan had a few long boxed sets of books on that shelf, which I was easily able to tip on their sides to make a nice bed up off of the floor...that was the only way we would be able to lay down! I would set them back up in the morning.

When we were alone again, I made sure Eugene was comfortable and I probably went a mite mother-hen on him. When I was done obsessing [for a little while], Eugene urged me to come to bed.
Without needing another invitation, I went to sit by my husband, but I didn't lay down. I sighed as I thought about how lucky it was that he hadn't gotten hurt any worse. I didn't realize I was staring at him...whoops.
"Uh oh. I know THAT look," he told me. "That's the same look you gave me the last time I fell off of something and got myself hurt. C'mere."
I tried to laugh in order to lighten up the mood. "I won't do anything stupid this time, I promise," I told him.
He grinned. "Okay, but c'mere anyway."
I shrugged my shoulders up to my ears, wanting to, but suddenly being afraid of accidentally bumping him in a sore spot or something. "I-I was thinking about sleeping on the wicker chair-" I told him.
He read through that. "Hon. I promise to you...I'm not horribly sore. My legs hurt, yeah, and my back, but other than that, I'm fine. And I want my wife."
My heart squeezed and my eyes teared up, for whatever reason, and he stretched an arm out for me. I caught his grimace, though. 
"You said-"
"My arm just hurts a bit. Don't know why-"
I broke him off. "That was the arm I caught you with, when you fell. I tried to kee...keep you from falling, but I couldn't. I wasn't strong enough...I'm sorry." I told him, almost losing my composure.
"Ahh...I get it. I bet your arm hurts even more, huh?" He suddenly looked concerned for me.
"I'm fine-" I told him, but he caught me, chuckling.
"Right."
I tried to disagree wtih him, grinning at him, but I trailed off. Why lie? He already knew the truth, anyway.
"Don't try to disagree with me on this one, babe. You won't get anywhere." He gave me a smile. "Now..c'mere."

I accepted his offer this time, curling up on my side to face him. He was laying on his back, uncomfortable laying any other way, but he pulled me close to his side.
"I love you," I told him quietly, resting my head hesitantly on his chest. "And I'm just really glad you're okay." I hated that my voice cracked at the last word.
"Don't get yourself upset, okay?" he whispered.
"No promises," I shot back, and he chuckled, holding me tight. I felt my eyes tear up as I thought about the fact that he could have very well been severely injured. I tried to swallow my tears, hoping he wouldn't notice. When I accidentally loosed a sigh that turned shuddery, he rubbed my forearm comfortingly.
"Hey. Don't cry...don't get upset. I'm fine-"
"But you could've gotten hurt a lot worse, and like Tangled Fan said, you might have to deal with your loosened leg joints forever!" I pulled away from him, sitting up.
Grimacing, he tried to sit up, too, but I told him not to. Against my requests that he lay back down, he sat up.
"Let's talk...okay?"
"No, it's...I'm just being dumb...you need rest. Get some rest, okay? I'll be fine. I just...I'm being ridiculous."
He gave me a calculating expression before he shook his head carefully. "What's so upsetting this time?"

I started to ignore his question, insisting he go to sleep, but then I heaved another shaky sigh. "You'll think it's stupid. I just...I blame myself for not being able to keep you from falling. For partaking in the fight to begin with. And I j-just don't know what I'd do without you!" I broke down, and immediately felt humiliated for it. How pathetic could I seriously be?
I expected him to laugh, but he didn't. "Look at yourself...and look at me. No wonder you couldn't keep me from falling, especially if you were hanging from a drawer handle! And you know...you were just trying to stand up for Elsa. Kris didn't have to react in the way that he did, and Anna surely didn't, either. And honey, don't worry about that kind of stuff. It's uncontrollable. Okay?"
I rubbed at my nose before I reached over to pull him into a hug.
"It's just-"
"Hard to not worry?" He finished for me.
"Mhm," I said, pressing my face into his shoulder (making sure it was the one opposite the arm I'd yanked on.)
He held me close for a few moments, until I pulled away from him to give him a kiss. When I pulled away, a twinkle was in his eye. He gave me that special grin of his. "Feeling better?"
I gave him another quick hug, telling him again that I loved him.
Probably without thinking, my hubby flopped down onto his back, and then hit his shoulder....hard. He grimaced, and I immediately offered to get Tangled Fan.
"No, no, no. C'mere, go to sleep." He told me, and as soon as I laid down, he pulled me close, sighing tiredly. "And...don't blame yourself, get worried, or anything. Love you, and good night."


This morning, I was still nestled up against my hubby. He was still sleeping, but a couple minutes after I woke up, he did, too. When I knew he was awake, I flopped onto my belly so I could see his face. "How are you feeling?"
He chuckled at my promptness. "My arm's feeling less sore. How about you?"
I rolled my eyes at his skirting around my question. "That's good about your arm, but your legs...your head...?"
"They're fine. I'll have to get up and walk to see how my legs are." He sighed, and I saw a hint of fear cross his eyes at the thought.
I faceplanted my head carefully onto his chest, heaving a melodramatic sigh. "Can't we just stay here and just not get up or anything? No injuries can be caused that way."
He laughed, stroking my hair. "Sounds good to me."
I pulled my head up to grin at him, and he winked before he stretched. I stood up and held a hand out to him, which he accepted.

Almost as soon as he stood, he bobbled on his hip joints.
He caught himself, though it took him a few minutes to get perfectly balanced. I stepped to the other end of the shelf, away from him, watching him tensely as he went to take his first steps since he fell.
A hard few steps they were. Taking an agonizingly long amount of time, he was able to get his legs working. Randomly, his joints would give out on him, and he'd bobble; almost fall down, even. I could see the frustration on his face, and it tore at my heart. I made myself keep my composure, though, for his sake. And then he tried to take a longer stride, and almost fell. I hurried to his side, steadying him, and he gave a disgusted huff. When he eventually got himself standing straight again, I put a hand on his shoulder.

"You alright?" I asked, studying his face. A mix of fear and disgust were visible on his features.
"Yeah." He said shortly, but I knew he wasn't mad at me. He was silent for a few moments before an entirely horrified expression plagued his usually happy face.
"What, honey?" I asked, searching his eyes.
He turned his head away from me, but I still saw the tear streak down his cheek. I wiped it away, cupping his cheek in my hand so I could pull his face around to look at me again.
"I-I....I'm just so frustrated right now, is all. What if I'm always like this? I can't be who I want to be. I won't be able to be a very good husband. I won't be a good father. I'm useless! I am-"
I broke him off. "Hey. This is just the day after your injury. I'm sure your joints will get better-"
He broke me off in return. "Don't make assurances you don't know are true."
"It'll be okay. They'll get better, and you know what? You don't have to have perfectly functional leg joints to be a good husband - just knowing you're here for me is enough! And, well...we don't HAVE to start a family..." I trailed off, realizing I shouldn't have said that last part.

He didn't reply. He just took in a shaky breath and refused to meet my eyes, so I reached to pull him into a tight hug.
"It'll be okay. It will be okay. I promise," I told him, and he bent to bury his face in my neck.
I just rubbed his back and embraced him until he pulled away.
Suddenly, he seemed to catch himself. "I shouldn't be upset about this. I need to make sure I'm here for you-"
"Honey, you've been here for me for, like, ever. And over some of the silliest things, too! It's high time that I take a turn and support you."
He loosed a sigh. "But we probably won't be able to go on walks as long or as often, and..."
"Eugene," I laughed in amazement. "I'm just happy that you weren't hurt WORSE! Right now, our outings don't matter. I'm just glad you're still able to walk, period!" I ducked my head, suddenly hoping my earlier incredulous laugh wasn't taken the wrong way.
He tipped my chin up to look at him, and then he stroked my hair a couple of times. "You've got a point. I guess I should be happy I CAN walk at all..."
"Mhm!" I told him, and he carefully bent to give me a quick, gentle kiss. When he pulled away, I gave him a grin. "But, ah...next time I see Kristoff, I'm punching him right in his big, fat nose."
He gave a surprised laugh, wavering on his unsteady joints, and then he pulled me into a hug. "What happened to the shy, sweet girl I married?"
"She went away when her best-friend-slash-hubby got hurt." I played along, and he laughed, holding me a bit tighter.
"Don't make me laugh hard, I'll fall down," he told me. "But, ah...should I be scared of this new girl?"
"Definitely maybe." I shot back, and he started laughing harder. And then he took a step back and stumbled. I grabbed at him, trying to keep him upright, but it just turned out that he fell backwards, dragging me down with him. I landed right on top of him, and gasped.
"You okay?" We asked each other at the same time. And then we laughed. I squirmed off of him, standing up, and reached out to help him up. Once he was steady on his feet, he gave me a thankful grin.

Sortly after, Tangled Fan came back to check on him, but when we both asked (at the same time :P ) about if he would always be like this, she just shrugged, telling us it was too early to tell...but that he needed to keep off of his feet. I didn't like the look in her eye, though, when she'd said it was too early to tell. But we'll see...It'll be a long recovery process, I can tell you that already! Thankfully, Tangled Fan told us that we could just stay on our old shelf again - she'd ended up not using it for what she'd been planning to. Nice of her to tell us this now....Ugh. But regardless.

No later than half an hour after THAT, I heard numberous footsteps and talking. 
I hurried to the edge of the deck, and was met by Zelia.  Anna and Elsa, neither looking very pleased, were climbing up behind her. 
"Oh!  Um...hey, guys.  Wh-what brings you all up here?  Zelia?"  I stepped back so they could all file on to the deck.  Zelia looked absolutely perturbed.  Ohh boy. 
"We are figuring out this STUPID problem, and we're figuring it out  NOW.  I'm sick of the stupid fighting!"  Zelia snapped, shooting a dark look towards Anna. And oh man, she gave it right back.  But I could also see that her angry facade was slipping. 
Hmm?  ....
Elsa just looked plain ticked off. 
So I gestured them all into the shelf, and Zelia promptly asked Eugene how he was doing.  While he was talking to her - flashing me the occassional 'help me'/terrified look - I tipped the boxes down and tossed a blanket over it so everyone had seats.  I also pulled up Tangled Fan's Hallmark ornament box (Guess what.  The ornament is Tangled-themed.  I bet you never guessed that! xD) and scooched Eugene's chair over a bit (much to his disgust, because he couldn't just get up and move himself.  I made sure Pascal was beside my husband on the chair, and then gestured for everyone to sit.

 

We all squeezed into chairs.  I sat on the corner of the 'bed', right beside Eugene, and turned to look at the sisters. 
"Spill it, girls." 
"There is nothing to-"
"Spill.  It."  Zelia glared at them both.  Elsa shrank back, but Anna gave her a defiant glare. 
"Please?  As a friend, I'm just worried for you, Anna.  And I'm sure everyone else is.  What's been going on?"
"Noth-..." she broke off and allowed the word to die on her lips before she heaved a huge sigh.  "I didn't want to...to say anything.  Kristoff asked me out on an honest-to-goodness, special date last month.  I freaked out.  I-I just feel like we're going too fast.  I mean, I know you guys got married in just a couple of months, but I don't want to go that fast!  And he...does.  But I'm a-afraid to say anything to him!  So I just kept going along with him and doing whatever he wanted to do.  I was confused, frustrated, and upset, and I got so many headaches this past month, and if anyone even talked to me, I just snapped because I was so stressed.  I thought there'd be no end, or he'd see what the matter was. But the one day...over the weekend..I just...I told him I thought we were moving too fast.  He asked what the problem was, and I told him that I felt we were going too fast, and he...he thought that you and Eugene had told me that, Rapunzel.  And that's...why he was such a jerk.   He wouldn't be convinced otherwise.  I should have fought till he knew that it wasn't you guys who had told me that, but I-I..didn't.  And oh my gosh...I could've ruined you guys!  I could have ruined EVERYTHING.  Rapunzel, I am so, so sorry.  And Eugene-"  About halfway through, she started bawling, but she managed to calm down to apologize.
"It's fine.  It's not directly your fault," he brushed it off. 
He was definitely a much better character than I was.  I simply nodded, still mad at Kristoff. 

"And sis?"  Anna turned to look at her with a small smile, drying her cheeks.  "I'm sorry for being such a jerk.  I know that how I treated you wasn't right, and I feel horrible." 
Elsa gave her a relieved smile, grabbing her into a relieved hug.  "Glad to have you back, sis," she told her. 

All of this was heartwarmingly adorable and sweet, and I was so relieved to know what the problem had been, and then...

"There you are!  Good grief, I thought you were just going for a quick walk and when you didn't come back, I got worried..."
Kristoff.  Speak of the devil.

Anna jumped up, and as I eyed him warily, I felt my own blood pressure rising.  And not in a good way. 
Eugene elbowed my side, and when I looked down at him, he shook his head. 
"Let it go," he hissed quietly at me. 

Kris suddenly saw the rest of us, and he glanced around awkwardly.  When his gaze flicked over, then came back and stayed on me and my husband, I jumped up, ready to do something if necessary.  I wasn't sure what to do, but I'd do something. 
Eugene grabbed my arm quickly and awkwardly, seeing as he couldn't jump up or move quickly; and then he hauled me backwards. 
"Don't.  I can't save you this time," he whispered to me, chuckling. 
I sighed, sitting  back down on the bed to watch what was going to take place as Anna meandered over to him. 
"Anna..what's wrong?" 

She explained everything to him all over again. 
We all watched.  She couldn't even meet his eyes, she was so worried. 

When she was done, he gave her a pained, yet relieved smile.  "Oh, Anna...I'm so sorry I didn't listen to you and jumped to conclusions.  I'm sorry.  We can take it just as slow as you want, okay?" 
She finally met his eyes, giving him a grin.  "Thank you.  And...love you.  I really do, I just.."
"I understand," he gave her a shy smile, and she instantly reached to hug him. As they embraced, I looked away from them to glance at my husband, who had just reached for my hand. 
He gave me a wink, and I smiled, wondering if he was thinking about our first hug.  I knew that this wasn't Anna and Kris' first hug, but that's immediately where my mind had gone. 
When Anna pulled away from her guy's arms, they both looked around awkwardly. 

When Kris looked our way again, it must have finally clicked - about what he'd done yesterday. 
He immediately began fretting and looked like he was about to tear up as he profusely apologized, and my amazing hubby was able to quickly accept his apology, wholeheartedly. It took me longer to accept his apology and actually truthfully mean it.  I know I shouldn't be that way, but it was hard.  For me it was, at least...

 

They all sat and talked for awhile, and by the time everyone left at four, I was absolutely exhausted from talking so much! 

When they left, we just sat around quietly for awhile, just appreciating one another's company.  But then I allowed worry to seep in, and I grew a bit restless.

 

 

When it was about time to go to bed, I was leaning up against the side of the shelf, biting my lip as I wondered if he'd ever be able to stand or walk without losing his balance. I was trying to not worry, but it wasn't working.

He noticed me, and broke my thoughts by telling me to come over to him.
Snapping out of my worries, I put on a smile and reached a hand out to him. "Ready to go to bed?"
He shook his head. "You were looking lonely and worried over there.  Sit," he told me, patting his lap. My gaze instantly dropped to his legs, even though I tried not to.
I shook my head. "No, I'm fine-" I started to say as I went to do something, anything, else.
He reached for one of my hands, pulling me backwards. I gasped, but he snaked an arm out around my waist, pulling me onto his lap. When I just gave up and sat sideways so I could see his face, he put his arms around me, giving me an affectionate hug.
"I can read through your mask, babe. Don't be worried, okay? Things will work out." He told me, kissing my cheek, and I sighed, leaning my head up against his shoulder.
"I'm just..." I trailed off. "I feel so helpless, because I have to watch you go through this and I can't help you at all, and it just irks me."
He kissed my hair. "You are helping, and you CAN help me. Trust me, just steadying me when I'm unbalanced, and being here for morale support helps."
"I'm not being very good at morale support, though. Look at me, seriously!" I grumbled.
He chuckled, gazing down at me and giving me a gentle grin. "I see a beautiful, sweet girl, that I'm very glad to call my wife, who is simply concerned for her husband."
I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks felt hot and a coy smile teased the corners of my lips. I made a hum of non-commitance, but then reached up to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "You need to get to bed. The more you rest your joints, hopefully, the better and quicker they'll heal."
He nodded, and I carefully slid off of his lap. This time, he took my hand.

And then his hip joints stuck in place.
When he tried to stand up, they locked.
I gasped and put my other hand over my mouth as I watched my husband slowly work his way upright. It must've really hurt, because his face held pure concentration and he kept grimacing. I wished I could help him....it killed me to see him struggle, without me being able to help him. :(
As soon as he straightened and he'd gotten himself balanced, I immediately went to his side again, tucking myself under his arm so I could guide him to bed. He moved stiffly, and when he lowered himself slowly down into bed, he made mention that he probably shouldn't have sat around as much today.

"But Tangled Fan said..." I trailed off, not sure what to think. I tried to conceal my shaky hands, since I was still upset about his struggle to stand up, but he noticed them anyway.
"It'll be fine. It'll just take some time, I guess," he reassured me, squeezing both my hands with his.
I nodded and got to work being a mother-hen over him again. I made sure he was comfortable and covered up, and warm (It's been chilly at night..UGH!) and then I asked if he was comfortable. I had thought about getting something to prop his legs up on or something, but I wasn't sure.
He nodded, focused on trying to find a comfortable way to sleep, so I left to brush my hair out and slip into my nightie....and to make sure Pascal was all covered up and warm, too, on his wicker chair. When I got back, I grabbed another blanket and smoothed it out before I sat down.
"Too many blankets, or are you good?" I asked him.
He chuckled over my obsessing, but then he shrugged. "I could be better..." I started to stand up, asking what he needed, but then he snagged my wrist. I glanced down at his eyes, and caught the teasing glimmer in them. "C'mere. Really, c'mere."
I rolled my eyes to let him know that that was one of his less-amusing jokes (as I fought to keep a straight face, because at least he was lighthearted enough TO be joking!) but I curled up beside him. And then I allowed myself to grin, figuring he wouldn't see.
"You act less than amused, yet I see the grin on your face." he pointed out, and my face heated with slight embarrassment and surprise.
I couldn't decide if I wanted to tease him back or be truthful. I decided to go with truthful xD.
Putting an arm securely across him, I gave him a broader grin.
"You teasing just makes me know that you're not, like, deathly ill or anything." I laughed. "Pathetic, I know."
"But that's what I was going for," he told me, pulling me close so he could give me a gentle kiss goodnight.
I gave him a wink when our lips parted. "Well...tomorrow's another day. Hopefully you won't be as unsteady."
He nodded, so I burrowed down into the blankets until even my head was covered, and went to sleep before I could get back to worrying.

1/13/14 and Today....Which was HORRIBLE.

(A quick note...sorry for the lack of pictures.  Blogger's been stupid about uploading pictures and I don't know why..UGH! But anyway.  Onto the post.) 

Yesterday was a LONG day.  After our weekend alone (well, with the exception of the two visits from Zelia), we headed back to the shelf.  
Back to the old grind. 

But something had changed.  Several things, in fact.  Everyone was dead silent and it was so tense up on the dresser that I wondered who would blow first.  Even Hans looked furious.  For Hans, that was something new.  He was normally a happy go lucky kind of guy! 
So, eventually I dragged Elsa and Zelia aside. 
"Spill it.  What on earth happened this weekend?"  I asked, glancing over my shoulder at Anna. 
Zelia rolled her eyes.  "She's been a..a Nazi.  You thought I was bad?  Hah!  And then Piper told Hans that she never was interested in him.  She dumped him and left him hanging.  The whole problem was that he had just PROPOSED to her!"
I gasped, and Elsa nodded.  "It wasn't pretty. There was a fight, him having a fit, as was kind of warranted, after THAT being dropped on him.  Piper flew back into him, and then her sister got into it with BOTH of them.  Kristoff tried to break it up, but they ended up ganging up on HIM and freaking on HIM, which made ANNA get into it, and ....yeah.  Zelia and I beat a hasty retreat when Punzie worked her way into the argument, too.  That all happened around ten last night."
I shook my head in amazement.  "Wow.  That's...I can't believe that.  And I can't belive Piper could do such a thing to Hans!" 
Elsa and Zelia nodded, and then Elsa gave me a calculating look.  "How are you...after you found it out?" 
"I'm fine, I mean, I feel horrible for Hans, but-"  I said, confused. 
"Noo, no no.  I mean...after you found out Zelia's your sister?  Zelia told me." 
"OH!"  I exclaimed, embarrassed.  "It's...it was interesting, anyway.  But I'm glad she told me and that she's trying to change." 
"If you're mushy about it, I'll be a jerk again," Zelia threatened, and I laughed. 
"Yeah, sure."  I told her.  "You don't scare me!" 
She laughed quietly, and Elsa grinned. 
But then Anna noticed us. 
"Ohh, great.  Trouble number one, two, and three are back together."  She said, a mite loud. 
I sidled past Elsa and Zelia and tipped my head up, trying to stand tall.  "Anna, please." 
"Please what?"  Her tone of voice was taunting, and I knew she was trying to pick a fight. 
I wanted to ream her out for trying to start a fight, but I knew that that would be giving her what she wanted. 
I rolled my eyes and walked away from her.  I went to go stand with Eugene, but she dogged after me. 
"C'mon.  Tell me!  Go ahead!  Or are you too chicken to do it?"  She asked. 
That was it. 
I whirled around, nearly slamming into her, she was so close behind me. 
"ANNA!"  I yelled. "Knock.  It.  Off.  You KNOW what!"  I shook my finger in her face, and her eyes narrowed in anger.
I felt two hands grab me from behind, and I yanked away to see Kristoff, who was trying to pull me away from Anna, most likely. 
"And YOU get away from me!"  I growled, even though I grew slightly on edge about Kristoff's behavior.  I know he was just overprotective of his girl, but geez! 
"Leave Anna be."  Kristoff said in a quiet, yet angry tone.  Fear suddenly clamped my stomach, and I shoved past him, rushing off of the dresser to the floor.   I needed some time alone. 
But as soon as my feet hit the floor, I wondered about Eugene.  I'd rushed past him in my hurry to get away before I either started fighting or crying.  Indecisive as to if I should return, I just sat down up against the dresser and thought for a minute.  Ultimately deciding that my husband was fine and not a completely helpless individual, I stood up and started walking, originally planning to get the iPod and listen to music. 
Halfway across the room, I heard rapid footsteps coming my way.  Surprised, I turned to see who it was. 
Eugene.  Of course.  I saw his expression of pure worry and fear on his face as his running slowed, only stopping when he was close enough to touch me. 
"A-are you okay?  What'd I do wrong?"  He asked, looking as if he wanted to touch me but was half afraid. 
Huh? 
My brows furrowed in confusion.  "I'm fine, hon.  You didn't do anything wrong, I...I just needed to leave before I either started a fight or started crying."  I reassured him. 
His face relaxed.  "I guess you didn't hear me try to stop you as you went past me, then?" 
I gasped.  He'd tried to stop me?  Gosh, couldn't I stop being a dork?!  "I am so sorry!  No, I didn't hear you.  I'm sorr-"
"It's fine," he chuckled.  "Why don't we walk for a bit?" 
"You're probably tired from all the walking we did earlier.  And it's starting to get dark," I told him, but he shook his head. 
"Trust me.  I'd rather be dead tired and walking than be up there right now," he laugh - groaned.  I giggled in agreement, and started walking.  He meandered along beside me, brushing his hand up against mine.  I quickly snagged it before he could move away, and he chuckled.  We walked in companionable silence for awhile, and headed  back to the shelf after we were sure everyone was asleep. 
When we crept back up to the shelf and sidled over to our designated sleeping spot, I started getting a mite uncomfortable as I thought about Kristoff.  His new tendancy to act out impulsively when Anna was involved with anything scared me, quite frankly. 
I didn't bother with brushing out my hair or getting into my nightie, I just collapsed down on my side, dramatically, and groaned quietly, not looking forward to tomorrow. 
Eugene chuckled before he flopped down as well.  "Tomorrow?" 
"Tomorrow."  I said quietly, grinning to myself when I realized he knew my dismay was to waking up tomorrow and having to deal with THEM again.  "It's been a month, for goodness' sake!  You'd think that they all could have worked out their differences by now!  Something's gotta give.  And...to be honest?  Kristoff's kind of worrying me.  Y'know?"  I'd actually chosen to lay on my side so my back wasn't turned towards EITHER of them. 
He was quiet for a couple of minutes, but then whispered for me to 'c'mere'.
I hesitated to turn my back, but I did anyway.  He pulled me up close to his side, and I rest my head on his chest.  "They'll work something out sooner or later, I hope.  And yeah, I agree with you on Kris.  Don't worry about yourself, though.  After his little scene this evening, I will do anything possible to keep ya safe, okay?  I don't think he'd turn agressive, but still.  Don't worry." 
"Not okay," I told him.  "If he can do something to me, he can do something to you." 
He chuckled quietly. "Like I said...don't worry, hon.  Okay?" 
"M'kay..." I sighed, pulling the blanket up over my shoulder and resting a hand beside my head.  A couple minutes later, he stroked the hair out of my face, so I looked up to see his face.  "What?" 
He had an adoring grin on his face, which he tried to hide when I looked up.  "Nothin'." 
I rolled my eyes at him jokingly.  "Well...do you think we should talk to Hans tomorrow?  He seemed like he needed a buddy today." 
"Yup.  Sounds like a plan," he told me, winking.  I nestled a bit closer to him and he tightened his arm around my shoulders accordingly, resting his hand on my head.  For some odd reason, that  just made me feel a lot safer.  I know I'm just being silly, but...ugh. 

I wish we would've stayed asleep this morning. 
When I woke up, I was in a pretty good mood, and Eugene was already up, quietly stroking my hair.
"Morning, babe," he gave me that special grin of his and cupped my cheek in his hand.
"Morning," I grinned.  "What's up?" 
"Why don't we head out early, before THEY are up, anddd watch movies or something on Tangled Fan's laptop?  I can go out and ask her if we can," he told me. 
I gave him a wide smile.  "Ohh, yes.  Definitely."  I grinned, reaching to kiss him before I stood up, helping him up while I was at it.  Tangled Fan was still in the room, fortunately, so he just had to go to the bed to talk to her. 
Unfortunately, when I was waiting,....EVERYONE got up.  EVERYONE. 
When Eugene came back, he said Tangled Fan would have to do something on her computer, but then she would let us have it for the day, and would also bring some DVD's back for us. 
While we waited...
Anna, Kristoff, Eugene, and I got into a bit of a spat. Hah. BIT of a spat? Make that a big spat.
Anna was being the usual snob she's been anymore, towards both me and Elsa.  Soon as she woke up, she found something not-so-nice to say. While I'd gotten used to it, I hated to see Elsa building a wall around herself in the manner she was (metaphorically), just because of her sister's nastiness. So...I stood up for her.
About five minutes of exchanging words, Kristoff sided with Anna, as always.
"Back off. Both of you are treating Anna-"
"WE'RE treating Anna poorly? Oh, that's perfect," I snorted sarcastically.
"I don't get what YOUR problem against me is!" Anna yelled at me, her face growing beet red with anger.
"There wouldn't be a problem, if you'd stop being-"
"I am not being anything, Rapunzel! Get it through your thick plastic head, okay? It's NOT me being the jerk!" Anna was yelling so loudly by now that I was surprised Tangled Fan wasn't coming back.
Kristoff took a couple of actually menacing steps towards me. His face was like a dark cloud. I'd never seen him this furious before...he was normally really shy and reserved.
And then I realized how big he was. He could snap me like a twig! And I also noticed how close to the edge of the dresser we all were.
"Get away from me, you huge bully," I growled, so scared I couldn't get my legs to move. His face darkened even more, and I realized how offensive I must have been to him.
Eugene noticed, too. He stepped between me and Kris. "Guys...maybe we all need to-"
Kristoff made his move.
Eugene tried to back up, to step away, and to pull me to safety while he did so.
But just as Kristoff swung to punch Eugene, his boots stumbled onto the edge of the dresser. He had ahold of my arm, so I locked my hand on his forearm, trying to drag him away from it.
But no. Kristoff's punch, as he was blind with anger, connected with its target. Eugene and I both fell.
I managed to grab one of the drawer handles, and I tried desperately to keep ahold of Eugene, who must have been unconscious, or dazed by the punch. I tried...I tried so hard...but his arm slipped away from my hand, and he fell.
I screamed, praying he would land on something that would keep him from getting hurt. Seconds later, I heard him hit the linoleum floor with a hard crack.
I felt like I was going to throw up. Once more, I'd been the cause of him falling. But this time, it was higher up.
I scrambled, trying to get down, and ended up half tumbling, half climbing down the face of the dresser.
Just as I got to the ground, Tangled Fan burst through the door.
"What on earth is going --" she broke off as she saw Eugene.
"H...he-"
"You don't have to explain anything. He looks bad....I'm going to take him to check him out. I'll be-"
"No. Take me, too...please. I need to...I just need to go, okay?" I sobbed as I saw my unconscious husband.
She hesitated, but then she scooped me up and took me with her and Eugene.
Taking us out of her room and down to the 'craft room', she examined Eugene. I paced on the desk nervously. I didn't even have Pascal with me - but oh good grief. What kind of a wife am I, to even be thinking about him, when my husband was badly hurt?!
Ugh... I just can't believe this happened.  I'm so scared.  Right now, he's still out, and I don't know what Tangled Fan's final report is going to be.  She finished checking over him, but all she said was she would let me know later about what was going on.  I'll keep you all updated....

An, Ah...Interesting Revelation...Part 2.

Read part 1 HERE...otherwise, you'll be confused.  Trust me. 
Today, I woke up late with my face buried in Eugene's shoulder.  He was slowly stroking my hair, so I sighed and lifted my head to look at him.  We were both sitting up, and I was on his lap, so we must've fallen asleep sitting up last night. 
"Hey, beautiful girl," he told me quietly, and I gave him a small smile.  "Feeling better this morning?" 
"Hmmh..." I sighed.  "I guess.  I'm not bawling, am I?"
"That's good," he chuckled.  "I'm sorry, sweetheart." 
"Like I'm pretty sure I said before..it's fine," I told him.
"What's on the  agenda for today?"  He asked, stretching his arms out.
I watched him and couldn't help the small grin that lifted the corners of my mouth.  "I dunno.  I think it's one of those 'sit-and-chill' days." 
He caught me grinning and winked in return.  "Sounds like an excellent plan, m'lady," 
I giggled, and he kissed my forehead before wrapping me up loosely in his arms.
He proceeded to hold me a tender gaze, and I promptly felt stupid for ever doubting him. 
"I'm sorry for-"
"It's fine," he told me, "and don't be sorry.  You  were right to be worried." 
He pulled me close to him, so I buried my face into his shoulder and breathed in his familiar scent for  a few moments; until he heaved a huge sigh. 
"What?"  I asked, pulling away enough to look up at him. 
"I still can't believe I was dumb enough to keep it from you," he admitted.
"Don't be.  What's done is done, now I know, and I also know now that you wouldn't keep secrets from me.  Or at least, I really hope so." 
He gave me a pleased look, so I snuggled closer to him and he held me tight. 
Until he cleared his throat a few minutes later.  "I have been hiding something from you, though." 
Alarmed, I jerked away from him and gave him a horrified stare.  My heart thundered in fear.  "What?!" 
My heart sped up, but then I caught his gaze.  A warmth spread over me as I caught that adorable grin of his.
He put his forehead up against mine and whispered how much he loved me.  I gave him a shy smile.
"Hmm...well...I don't mind that.  And...it wasn't much of a secret, you know." 
"Oh, really?"  His grin turned impish and he reached to tickle me. 
"Hey! Knock it off!!"  I squealed, squirming to get away from his tickling hand.  I gave him a shove, and then he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me in as close as I could get to him.  I laughed, exasperated, and he gave me a quick peck on the nose.  I put an arm around his neck, and buried my face in his shoulder for a couple of seconds. 
Until I thought I heard someone calling my name. 
I pulled away, but Eugene tried to bring me back into him. 
"Wait."  I whispered, staring blankly at him as I waited to hear it again. 
There it was!
"Zelia?"  Eugene whispered, and I gave him a horrified look, jerking away and half tumbling, half sliding off his lap. 
"What?"  I called.  "You can come up here if you want." 
She did, looking quite awkward.  I pulled my legs up to my chest and gave her a small smile. 
"I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?"  She asked.
I shook my head.  "What's up?" 
"I-I was just wondering if you wanted to go for a...walk today?" 
My eyes widened in surprise.  And dread.  "Um...I don't think we were planning anything, so I suppose we could."  I turned to Eugene and put a hand on his shoulder.  "Is that fine?" 
"Yeah," he told me.
"If you don't want to.." she trailed off, giving me an out, but then I saw the disappointed expression on her face. 
"We'll go - no problem!" I reassured her.  "What time?" 
"Ten?" 
"What time's it now?"  I asked. 
"Nine-thirty," she told me, glancing at the alarm clock over on the deck.
"Okay.  I'll meet you on the deck at ten!" I told her. 
She gave me  a cautious smile and then left. 
I flopped backwards with a dramatic air...and suceeded in not only slamming myself up against my poor hubby's shoulder, but I also cracked my head off of his. 
"Oh my gosh!"  I gasped, jerking away and turning towards him.  "I am sooo sorry!  Are you okay?  Oh my gosh.."
He was rubbing at his head, so I took his hand away from the spot he was rubbing, so I could see it. 
"I'm fine," he told me, but he winced when I touched the spot on his head. 
"Um, I don't think you are.  I'm going to get Tangled Fa-"
"No, no, no.  I'm fine, hon.  On another note, you cracked your head on mine - are YOU alright?" 
I hadn't even thought about my own head.  It was throbbing a bit.  "I'm okay.  Now..."
"I'm fine, honey."  He told me again, but I gave him a doubtful look.  A teasing glimmer appeared in his eye. "But if you gave me a kiss, it might feel better..."
I giggled. "You're terrible...taking advantage of the situation...for shame."  I told him.  He gave me a mock-devastated expression, and I gave him a playful shove before I leaned over and gave him a kiss...on the cheek, to tease him.  "Better?" 
"Mmmaybe," he attempted another soulful expression. 
"Tough love."  I laughed, rolling my eyes jokingly at him.
He laughed and pulled me close to his side, adding a kiss in my hair. 
I sighed.  "I'm reeeally not looking forward to this.  Am I a bad person because of that?" 
He stayed silent for a few minutes.  "Well..I suppose not.  I don't think so, anyway.  You're just wary because she was always so   mean to you; added onto the three years where nobody bothered with you." 
"Hm," I said. "I guess I'd better get up and around..."  I stood up.  He reached a hand out, so I grinned and hauled him up to his feet as well, before I went to brush my hair.

After I'd brushed my hair out, it was almost time to go. 
And then I started pacing. I bit my lip, looked down, and took a deep, nervous breath, watching my feet.  I was extremely nervous.  I don't think I'd been this nervous since I'd started seeing Eugene back in September! 
 As I walked past my hubby, he put a hand on my shoulder to stop and turn me towards him, peering into my face.  "Hey...You'll be fine.  If not, yell.  I'll come be your bodyguard."
 I giggled and nodded.  "Okay." 
He gave me that adorable grin of his and tipped my chin up so I would meet his eyes. "You look exceptionally gorgeous today, sweet girl of mine." 
I blushed.  "Not really, but...thanks."  I added, reaching up to kiss his jaw before I hugged him.  He pulled me close for a few moments before he bent to brush his lips with mine.  Just as he did so, Zelia spoke up. 
"Whenever you're--oh." 
I gasped in surprise and then whirled away from Eugene to look at my...sister.  I think I almost smacked my head off of my husband's chin, I'd turned so quickly, but he must've had quick reflexes. 
"Sorry!"  I exclaimed.  "I'm..ah...ready.  Oh!  Pascal.  Almost forgot-"  I flashed Eugene a sheepish glance, silently apologizing for breaking off the kiss.
When I looked back at Zelia, she was giving me a look of horror.  "Do you have to take that-"
I huffed, but then I looked back at Eugene, who was standing behind me.  "You won't mind if I leave Pascal here, I take it?" 
"Not at all."
"Okay....but Zelia, I WILL get you to like Pascal.  I will!"  I told her, laughing, and my hubby dove down to give me a peck on the cheek from behind, before I hurried off with Zelia. 
We were both silent until we got to the floor, but Zelia was the first to speak up. 
"You two make an adorable couple, by the way." 
I gave her a careful smile, even though I was inwardly gasping with surprise.  "Thanks!" 
"And...I'm sorry for being the way I was." 
I nodded, and we were surrounded by awkward silence. 
Finally, I spoke up.  "So, ah...what kind of stuff do you like to..do?" 
She gave me a surprised look - probably amazed that I'd actually spoken up.  I felt my shyness come over me in a wave, and I wanted to disappear. 
"Well...Aside from acting like a different doll, I guess I like to go for walks and stuff.  I don't really know, Rapunzel.  I've never done anything like you have - never read books, never listened to music or blogged or anything.  I was just too absorbed in being...not me." 
I knew it was hard for her to admit it.  ''Hm.  Well, why don't we make it a point to do those things sometimes?  Only if Eugene can come along, too - because he likes doing basically the same things that I do." 
"That sounds good.  But-"
"Zelia.  He's my hubby.  He's not as bad as what you obviously think he is.  You only saw his bad side because you forced him to show it.  Trust me - the only time he even has raised his voice at me was when I broke up with him that time." 
She grimaced.  "Speaking of which, I'm sorry I wasn't there to comfort you.  Actually...that was basically what made me decide that I didn't want to play my part anymore.  That was the first time in two years that I'd wanted to hug someone and tell them it would be okay...but I couldn't.  Not after all I'd done to you.  But that was why I told Eugene about this the day after your wedding.  I was hoping he'd do the talking for me, because I figured you wouldn't believe me.  I didn't cause any grief, did I?"
Um...Kind of.  "Nah, it's all good.  But you never answered me fully." 
"Oh.  Yeah, he may as well come along, I suppose." 
"You suppose," I giggled.  "C'mon.  You'll like him...maybe.  I know I do!" 
She laughed.  She honest-to-goodness laughed. Who knew the girl could laugh in a nice, un-menacing way?!   "Obviously, since you married him!  But anyway, sis.  What do you like to do?" 
I gulped, hoping she didn't think anything was stupid.  "I like to go for walks, and sit up on the windowsill...and read, listen to music...and blog...I guess." 
She grinned.  "That's cool." 
We walked in silence for a few more minutes, before I gathered the courage to ask a question I'd been wondering.  "Why's Punzie...the way she is?" 
"I have no idea.  She was here before me, and she was this way to begin with!" 
"Okay.  So I still have to steer clear of Punzie, then." 
"Mmhmm." 
We spent the entire day walking and chatting.  I was amazed at how quickly she was shaking off her faux personality.  I mean, it was still there, but it was fading.  It felt good to help her back into her normal personality. 
Around eight, we parted ways in the dark.  I was absolutely exhausted.
She walked back to the chair with me, and gave me a quick, awkward hug.  "See you some other time, sis." 
"See ya," I said, amazed.  I almost choked in surprise, but I answered her anyway.
When she left for the dresser, I turned to climb up onto the chair.
Eugene was sitting with Pascal, but as soon as he saw me, he stood up and gave me that grin of his. 
"Hey,"
"Hey, yourself," I told him, smiling.  I walked over and picked up Pascal, giving him a cuddle up against my cheek.  He --Eugene, not Pascal.. =P -- snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me close, giving me a quick hug.  "Miss me much?"  I winked when he loosened his embrace. 
"Mmhmm."  He told me, nuzzling my hair with his nose for a second.  "How did today go?" 
"It went well, actually."  He stepped away from me to give me a surprised look, and I laughed. "I know.  She was pretty nice.  A few times, she slipped up, but she was pretty good.  Next time, you're coming with, my dear." 
He gave me a horrified look.  "What?" 
"You're coming with us the next time we go for a walk.  Trust me, it'll be fine."  I giggled.  "I'd give you an out, but she needs to see who you really are.  And I guess you need to see who she really is!" 
He thought for a moment.  "I guess I can't get out of this one, huh?  Well, that's fine.  I guess." 

An, Ah...Interesting Revelation 1/10/14

We were sitting on the chair, chatting  and enjoying the peace and quiet yesterday when this happened.  We'd been planning to spend the weekend on the chair, just to get away from all the tension...Hah, little did I know.  Little did I know!
Zelia showed up at the chair, asking me stiffly to come talk for a minute.
Not knowing what to expect, I went. She wordlessly led me down to the floor before turning to me.  Her eyes were troubled. 
"There's no easy way to explain this."  She sat down, so I did, too.  But as soon as she sat, she jumped back up and started pacing.  "I was one of the first 2011 Rapunzel doll produced.  I was set on the shelf at the warehouse...right beside you.  They...they told me I was your sister." 
WHAT? 
I gasped.  The room started spinning.  I jumped up, but, dizzy, I stumbled forward, almost falling.  Zelia grabbed my arms and held me upright. 
"I-I don't believe you."  I spat, letting an angry thought come out of my mouth. She was just trying to get me upset, I knew she was!  But then I looked up to see her eyes, which were distraught. 
"No.  I'm...just...hear me out.  I-I...you left to go to your first home.  I didn't go with you.  I spent days hoping I'd go to the same home as you did, but..I didn't.  I...I just wanted to find my sister!  I can't even tell you how much I wanted to be with you, to get to know my own sister...but I couldn't.  I have been in almost ten homes before I came here.  For the first four homes, I was always hopeful to find you.  But I never did.  I...you know how horrible I was to you?  I...I started putting that on as an act to cover up my discouragement and sadness that I would likely never see my sister.  And then...when you came...and Piper and Emma had already warned you about me...imagine how upset I was to see that I'd become such a monster that even you were scared of me.  And...so I couldn't shake off the personality I'd adopted.  Until...actually, after I had to watch you go through your breakup with Eugene...that was when I decided I needed to tell you.  I told everyone...Anna, Elsa, Piper, Emma, Punzie, even Kristoff and Hans..but nobody believed me.  And then I told your husband about it..the day after you got married.  I thought he would tell you, but...he didn't, apparently.  So...hey, sis." 
I didn't know what to think.  All this time....all those horrible pranks and name-calling...and she was my SISTER.  What hurt even more was that everyone else had known, and yet nobody had had the sense to tell me.  Not even my own HUSBAND.  I didn't know whether to be mad or upset.  Or scared.  I was so confused.
Zelia stood there, watching me. 
"I..I can't...I just...this is just too much.  It's all true?" 
She nodded, and I could see her composure slipping away.  "I'm so sorry for how I acted towards you, Rapunzel, I seriously am!" 
I nodded dumbly.  I couldn't even construct a sentence. 
The rest of the few minutes I spent on the floor with Zelia is a fog.  I can't tell you anything more because I can't remember myself.  I only remember climbing back up onto the chair to confront my husband.  Why hadn't he TOLD me?!
I stumbled numbly back up onto the chair, my brain and stomach churning.
Eugene met me at the edge of the chair.  "Did she...uh...tell you?" 
I pushed past him, covering my mouth as I tried to think of what to say. 
I was mad, sad, upset, horrified, and confused, all at the same time.  Finally, I nodded. 
"She told me.  Sh-she also told me that you knew.  You knew since the day after we got married.  They ALL knew!" 
He took a step towards me, but I put my hand up. 
"What's...?"
"You knew, Eugene.  You've known.  I have been your wife for over a month.  And you didn't think that that was important for me to know?!"  I heard my voice get louder.  "Eugene, you don't just hide that!  Why on earth did you?  And....and..." I trailed off as a bigger thought pushed its way into my already frazzled mind. 
"I wanted to keep you from getting hurt.  I knew that if I told you, this is what would happen...so I figured that I'd save you that much heartache-"
"And instead, you only created more."  I informed him, and he gave me an expression of sheer remorse.  "Wh...which only makes me wonder what else you could hide.  If you could hide a secret like THAT, Eugene....you know you could hide just about anything!  I-it even makes me wonder if this"-I waved my hand between us-"is real." 
His eyes misted over.  "Ohh, honey...I am so, so sorry.  I-" his voice cracked, and he reached for me.  I tried to back up, not wanting to be touched, but I bumped into the back of the chair.  I turned my head away, to give him the idea that I didn't want bothered, but he reached to cup my chin in his hand anyway.
Before he could say anything, I pulled away.  "I'm going back to the dresser.  I don't care if you come with me or not." 
He gave me a sad look, opening his mouth to speak, but I brushed past him. 
I rushed off of the chair, ignoring him when he called my name. 
In my rush and during my run back to the dresser, I even forgot Pascal.  When I finally realized that, I wondered if I should go back to get him.  But then I decided against it.  I'd go back for him once I'd cooled off. 
And then a hand grabbed my arm. 
I screamed, terrified, and wheeled around to see none other than Eugene.
"Let go of me!"  I cried.  I had been so scared and surprised that the tears I'd been fighting started streaming down my cheeks.  I tried to twist and yank away, but he was too strong. 
"No.  I won't.  Just...just hear me out, okay?" He told me frankly.  I would have been upset by his sharp 'no', but then I looked up into his face.  I kept fighting him, but once I met his eyes, his grip loosened, and I jerked away from him.  His eyes were rimmed with red and full of pain.  I didn't even try to run.  When he saw that, he cautiously put his hands on my shoulders.
"I didn't...think that you'd get this upset if you found out..it's not like I didn't WANT you to know, but I knew you'd be...be upset if you knew.  I was an idiot to think that.  And it doesn't make much sense, now that I told you."
My anger slowly trickled away.  I couldn't stay mad at him.  I was just...scared.  "You're not an idiot.  I'm j-just...I'm scared that I was tricked again.  Lied to about everything.  That's all I've e-ever really known, and when I met you, you don't know how happy I was to find someone who cared a-about me..and I'm just terrified that all of it was...not true...you know?"  I told my concerns frankly.
I glanced up at his face, and his eyes  caught and held mine in an intense gaze that I couldn't look away from.  He spoke slowly and precisely.  "Rapunzel, I apologize for making you think that.  I apologize profusely.  I...I am so sorry that I didn't tell you.  I truly am...but trust me-" his voice cracked, and he ducked his head down away from my gaze, his face burning red.  "I love you more than words can express.  I know it sounds dumb, and I know you probably don't believe me right now, but...it's true." 
He rolled his eyes up to watch my face, and I slowly lost my composure again.  I couldn't believe how dumb I'd been to think he'd been a liar like..like Flynn from my previous home had been. 
Burying my face in my hands, I choked on my tears.  "I'm sorry, Eugene..I'm sorry I doubted you...I just...I was so scared...a-and I don't know what to think or do or ANYTHING!" 
I felt his arms wrap around me hesitantly, so I leaned into him, and he finally held me tight.  He let me cry out all my frustration and fear out on his shoulder, while he stroked my hair silently until my tears had dried up. 
Finally, I pulled my head up to look at him, noticing the bags under his eyes. 
I pulled away from him.  "G-go to bed..., please.  You look so tired.  I'll come back to the chair later." 
He reached an arm out, resting his hand on my side.  "I'm fine.  But are you?  Okay, that is."
I snorted.  "Would YOU be fine if you found out that Zelia was your sister?" 
My husband chuckled quietly.  "No, I don't suppose I would be.  I'm sorry."
Sighing, I shut my eyes for a couple of seconds, my eyes burning from the tears I'd just cried.  "I just...I feel so horrible for doubting you, and for always treating Zelia the way I treated her...and...it's just so complicated!" 
He rested his chin on top of my head.  "I know.  Things will get easier to accept and understand, though.  And as far as you treating her the way you did, I think you were basically just defending yourself against how she treated YOU.  So don't get upset about it, okay, sweet girl?" 
I nodded, leaning into my husband.  He took the hint and wrapped me up tightly in his arms. Planting a kiss on the top of my head, he nuzzled my hair a moment before whispering into it.  "I'm sorry.  I love you...so, so much.  And don't be afraid to just talk with me about something, okay?  I'd feel better if we talked something out than if...this happens again,"
"Don't, or I'll have to get upset with you.  You're going t-to make me cry again," I tried to keep fresh tears from coming and lighten the mood at the same time.
"Sorry," he chuckled. 
"Stop apologizing," I told him, gaining composure and grinning into his shoulder. 
"Sorry," he repeated, giving me a silly grin, and despite myself, I laughed as I pulled away from his arms, giving him a playful shove. 
"You're terrible.  And you need to get to bed.  You look really tired," I told him.  "Let's go back to the chair."
He was silent the whole way up to the chair, picking up the conversation again when we got back.
"I am tired, but I'm staying up with you until you feel better about things."  He said adamantly, sitting down.
I melted a tiny bit at that.  "I'm fine.  Well...as fine as I'm going to be right now, over this!  Ugh...I just...I can't believe this." 
He chuckled.  "Yeah," he reached to hold me in his arms again, so I sat, reaching to kiss his cheek before resting my head on his shoulder.  And that's the last thing I remember. 

Read Part 2 HERE.

A New Guest...And Tensions Intensify.

 

So....first off, on Saturday, Tangled Fan put Pascal in one of her drawers to keep him safe from falling off of the dresser.  I asked her to let me keep him with us, but she refused....so we've been going on plenty of walks, in order to visit him.  He's been taking it well, but I haven't been!  xD But regardless....at least it's a good excuse to get away from the sisterly tensions. 

Today, Tangled Fan set another doll up on the dresser, and then simply left her room again. 
Alrighty then. 
I clung to Eugene's side, shyness getting the better of me for awhile.  I get the feeling that Eugene was feeling just as shy. 
By the looks of her crazy locks and mischievous smirk, she was probably Merida from "Brave".  Though I've never seen her movie, I'd heard about her. 
When she seated herself on the edge of the shelf, looking uncomfortable, and kept to herself, I decided I'd be nice and go talk to her.  Plus, I was dying to know how long she'd been here.  Punzie and Zelia didn't give her a hard time, so I figured maybe she wasn't new. 
"Eugene.  C'mon, let's go talk to her," I whispered to my husband.  He gave me a panicked look. 
"Y-you can go.  She might not be comfortable a-around me," he told me, and I chuckled quietly. 
"It's not like she's a maneating...villain!" It took me a couple of minutes to find the right word. :D
"How do you know?"  Eugene asked, and I started to answer, but then really...I didn't know that, either! 
I just rolled my eyes and left to talk.  I knew how I felt when I first came here, and you never know - maybe she could use a friend. 

I sat beside her, saying hello.  She gave me a guarded, yet kind of friendly, expression, before returning the salutation.
"So...you're Merida?  From Brave?"  I asked. 
"Aye," she said.  "Annd...you're Rapunzel, from..."
"Tangled," I finished for her, hoping that's what she'd meant.  Her Scottish accent was sooo thick, and while I liked it, I could hardly understand her! 

We talked for awhile, getting to know each other.  Apparently, Merida had been here since December of 2012, but she'd been kept in her box or on a seperate shelf most of the time, because of faulty leg joints.  Because of the Disney Store apparently having a whoopsie with the new leg joints they'd tried in 2012, she (and many others, from what I've read online) ended up with joints that ended up incredibly loose, randomly giving out at any time.  She was also incredibly bow-legged.  And she wasn't going to be here for much longer - Tangled Fan was planning on putting her back in her box, because she can't be displayed (she has a hard time even SITTING, her hip joints are so wonky! :\ )  It made me purely thankful that both Eugene and I had functional legs.  I couldn't even imagine what life would be like if either one of us had goobered-up legs...!   

And then Anna started another fight with Elsa.  Basically, if Elsa as much as opens her mouth, Anna finds something offensive and has a hissy fit over it...yeah. 
Merida motioned towards me, so I scooted closer.  Whispering, she asked, "What's the deal between those two?  They fight like cats and dogs!"
I tried my best to explain - over the argument - and she gave me a confused look, so I shrugged. 
"Anna sounds like she just likes to fight!"

"Well...she wasn't always this way.  It's complicated," I laughed, and she nodded. 
"I had that one figured out!"  She exclaimed. 

After a few moments of silence (and discreetly watching the spat...) I turned towards Eugene and gave him a grin.  He was looking quite uncomfortable - stuck between a rock and two hard spots.  He was at the corner of the dresser, with Merida and I on one side of him; Elsa and Anna on the other. 

I patted a spot beside me, and he gave me a horrified expression...but then he glanced towards the two sisters.  He promptly strode over to sit beside me. 
I laughed.  "Nice of you to join us.  Merida, this is my...shy... hubby, Eugene.  Eugene, this is Merida." 
"N-nice to meet you," he told her, glancing past me to see her. 
"Likewise!"  Merida said...and then we all grimaced as Anna stomped right past us.  Awwkwarrd....

We all chatted for awhile, but then Eugene asked if I wanted to go check up on Pascal.   I quickly agreed, and Merida seemed content to have some peace and quiet...I just hope I didn't annoy her! 

When we got to the floor, I immediately (and dramatically) leaned up against my husband, groaning. 
"Ughhh....those two sisters...."
He chuckled, planting a kiss on my forehead.  "I know.  Something's gotta give...and soon."
"I hope so!"  I exclaimed, straightening so we could start our walk to the drawer.  

Moving Day...Ick!!!

Hey everyone....so I posted about yesterday's events earlier today, so if you wanna read that, too, click HERE.    If you don't read that, you might be a bit confused.  :D

 

(I snitched this pic off of Tangled Fan to show you all.  She made us pose all happy and nice for a pic for her doll blog... that group pose didn't last long. xD)
So today, apparently Tangled Fan decided it was time to turn her entire room upside down.  Again...Sigh. 
Soo....with that, we had to go back to the dresser.  And apparently, we're staying. 
Now...that would be pretty wonderful...If we were alone.  But we're not. 
There is no privacy.  Eugene, Pascal, and I are currently with Piper, Emma, Punzie, Zelia, Anna, Elsa, Hans, and Kristoff.  Mmmhmmm. 
Let's just say that Punzie is NOT amused about Pascal's return, but oh well - what's she gonna do about it, exactly?  I'll just keep an extra careful eye on him!  And Zelia's not pleased about having to share her display location with Eugene, but, again, what's she going to do about it, exactly?  We have nowhere else to go!
So, yeah.  After yesterday's...interesting little spat between Anna and I, being on the dresser with all of them is really...really...REALLY uncomfortable.  Plus, I can't hardly even STAND to hear Anna fighting with Elsa!  Elsa doesn't deserve this.  :\
After several hours of hearing Anna and Elsa fighting, Punzie throwing around insults, and Zelia grumping about Eugene being here, I was about to go postal on everyone.  Eugene acted as if we were, like, joined at the hip or something...not sure if he was being shy, if he was truly terrified of the other girls (which, I can't blame him, really), or if he felt I needed a bodyguard in case World War Three broke out.
Around four, though, we decided to head out of there for awhile.  In order to get to the floor, we had to jump onto Tangled Fan's bed, climb off of it onto a trunk, and then FINALLY land on the floor.  When we got down to the floor, I set Pascal on my shoulder and turned to Eugene. 
"Oh.  My.  Goodness."  I groaned, rolling my eyes. 
"I know.  It was starting to really, really get to me."  He chuckled, and I nodded. 
"I really hope we aren't stuck up here long.  Like...I don't think I'll handle it well." 
He nodded, but then he laughed suddenly.  "You looked like you were about to grab Anna and Punzie and smack their heads together or something." 
"Not saying the thought didn't cross my mind," I played along, giggling as I thought of that mental image. 
He chuckled.  "But yeah. I'm hoping we're not staying there long.  No way would we be able to have any kids up there in THAT environment!" 
Oh good grief, no way would I stand for that! "Ummm, yeah, no.  Why does Tangled Fan have to go and change stuff around all the time?!" I loosed a defeated huff.
"I know."  He said.  We were quiet for a few minutes, just walking, but then he suddenly pulled me close, tucking me under his arm and kissing my hair. 
Laughing with surprise, I put my arm around him in return, looking up to ask what that was for. 
"I've been wanting to do that all day."  He chuckled, his face getting red. 
I grinned.  Before I thought of something awkward.  "Where will we...sleep...tonight?  This month of just being with you has really spoiled me.  I don't wanna go back to sleeping on the same display shelf as half a zillion others." 
He laughed.  "We'll figure something out.  But you'll have to control that chameleon of yours.  He'll be likely to get up in the middle of the night to wreak havoc." 
I giggled, even though I could totally see him doing that, and then we just talked for awhile, before we headed up and tried to figure out what to do for slumber tonight. 
Bleagh.  I guess I'll talk to you guys again to let ya know how things are doing up here....If you don't hear from me within a week or so, they probably ate me alive or something!  =D

January 2nd

Yesterday afternoon, I decided to head up to the other shelf so I could see how Elsa and Anna were holding up. 
Heh. 
Not so well. 
When I went up to the shelf, Elsa was at one end of the shelf, and Anna was at the other.  Kristoff was helplessly by Anna's side as Elsa glared spitefully at them. 
My first thought:  What have I just gotten myself into...?!?!

The day wasn't very eventful at first - except for Punzie and Zelia being on the same shelf, of course...but I just ignored them.  I tried to get the two sisters to speak to one another, but neither would. 
Finally, I pulled Anna aside, around ten PM. 
"Talk to your sister!  You two used to be so close," I hissed in her ear. 
She jerked away.  "No.  If she doesn't want to agree with me...if she doesn't want me to be HAPPY?!  She could go away, and I wouldn't care!  And if YOU are going to be the same way?  Hah!  Same to you!"
I gasped, hurt at her sharp tongue. "Anna...I want you to be happy!  So, so much...I was just saying that maybe Elsa's feeling a bit left out and-"
"I don't care." 
"Anna!  Think for a minute, please!"  I pleaded, appalled by her attitude.  "You don't have to-"
"And you don't have to run around, flaunting your marriage to Eugene, either!  If Elsa can't be happy, she won't be happy!  I'm just fine with Kristoff." 
I didn't flaunt....did I?  "I beg to diff-"
"If you're going to be this way...just leave.  I don't want to see you." And with that, she turned and went to sit with Kristoff. 
I stood there, stock-still, in silence, for a few moments, before I fled. 
I careened back into my shelf, trying desperately to not cry.  I couldn't cry.  And Eugene was asleep, by the looks of things, so I couldn't wake him up.  Anna would get over this...everything would be okay between her, me, and her sister...and....Oh, who am  I kidding?  Ugh! 
I didn't bother with changing into my nightie or brushing out my hair.  I just went to bed. 
After I'd carefully tossed my side of the blankets over myself and curled up on my side, pulling it up to  my chin, I took a deep breath and tried to cool my thoughts.
An arm slid around my waist, and Eugene pulled me close to him.  "So, how was your afternoon?"  He whispered in my ear. 
Glad my back was to him, so he couldn't see my struggle for composure, I shrugged my shoulders up to my ears.  "Mmph.  Did I wake y-you?"  My voice cracked, and I wanted to kick myself for it.
Ignoring my question, he persisted with his own.  "What happened?" 
"I don't want to talk about it," I mumbled, burying my face in the blanket.  I felt him stroke my hair a few times. 
"C'mon..." he requested.  "Please?" 
I ignored him...for a few minutes.  And then I huffed, flopping onto my back before I let the whole story loose.  I was crying by the time I finished.
Eugene gave me a careful stare.  "I'm sorry, hon...I'm sure she didn't mean it, though..she just acted before she thought-"
I shook my head, turning to my side so I could face him. "She's just like everyone else.  She got tired of me.  Everyone does!" 
I put a hand over my face and rubbed at my forehead, which was starting to throb with the threaten of a headache, but then I felt a hand squeeze my shoulder.  When I looked up, he was staring at me compassionately.  And then I realized...Someone DID care.  And as far as I could tell, he wasn't going anywhere.  Sitting up, I just simply lost it and broke down. I curled into a ball, burying my face in my knees.  I heard Eugene sit up next to me, before I felt him reach for me.  I grabbbed him and held him tight, sobbing into his shirt.  He silently held me close until my sobs subsided. 
When I pulled away, he brushed the hair from my face, pulling me into his lap. 
"Thank you," I said quietly, rubbing at my nose. 
"For what?" he asked, giving me a confused expression. 
"Being there for me," I told him, my face getting hot with mild embarrassment as I thought about how silly all this probably sounded to him.
"Oh, hon, no problem.  Don't be afraid to talk to me about anything, okay?" 
I nodded silently, leaning up against him and wondering what would become of Anna and my friendship, Anna and Elsa...and even Anna and Kristoff.