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. 

Concerns and a day out for the first time in a lonnng time!! =D

Happy New Year (Rather, New Year's Eve.. :P), everyone! (=
Ever since Christmas, I've been a bit worried about Anna and Elsa.  I know I shouldn't worry about their own business, but I can't help myself -- they're my friends, and I don't want them to be upset!

So this morning, I was talking it over with Eugene.  Being the doting person he is, he sat and listened to every worry I had. 
"Well....I think it's kind of you to be concerned for them, of course, but just don't poke your nose into anything you can't get back out of, okay?  Those two are volatile, and I wouldn't want to make either of them mad.  Especially Anna."  He half-joked, giving me a grin. 
I laughed.  "I know.  I just...I suppose I shouldn't worry about them, but I just can't help it!" 
He nodded, getting an unreadable expression on his face. 
When I asked him what the matter was, he simply stood up, reaching his hand out to me. "C'mon." 
"Where are we going?"  I asked, quirking a brow as I took his hand and stood.
"For a walk.  You seem like you need to go for a walk," he told me, giving me a smile.
I gave him a broad grin, immediately excited at his idea.  "Have I ever told you how much I love you?" 
He chuckled as we headed off of the dresser.  "Only about fifty times." As he said this, he snagged the iPod from the drawer.
Giggling and giddy to get going - we hadn't gone on a walk in I don't know how long! - I tugged on his hand and led him quickly to the floor. 
On our way down, we came across the tiny Loki doll.  I gave him a quick grin and a hello, to which he just sneered.  I'll win him over someday!

When we got to the floor, Eugene set the iPod down, and we just wandered for awhile.  We chatted about anything and everything, between the first time we met and our future.  If I as much as spoke up about Anna or Elsa, my hubby quickly redirected my thoughts towards something else. 
In the afternoon, we swung back to where the iPod was. He stopped walking and snagged my hand, turning me around to look at him.

"What?"  I asked, smiling shyly as soon as I saw that award-winning grin spread across his features.
Suddenly, he seemed to remember what he was going to do, and his face went red.  He ducked his head towards his feet for a moment, before peeking back up at me in a hilariously cute manner.
"I-I was wondering if you wanted to...uh...dance."  He paused, and then he acted as if he had to explain himself.  "I...just thought it might be something different, and...but..if you don't want to, I can understand why, and-"

I laughed, putting my arms around his neck. "I'd love to."
With another killer grin, he pulled away long enough to turn the iPod onto some music, and then we danced through several songs.
To my surprise, he was a LOT better at dancing....tons better than the last time we'd danced, on our wedding day. We even attempted to recreate the "Kingdom Dance" from our movie...which didn't turn out too well... =P

Like when we tried to catch each other like at the end of the song in the movie...

And when I tried to hook Eugene by the arm..and missed...

...And when we bumped into each other for the 7908th time. :P

By the time we were done dancing, it was dark on the floor.  We headed up to sit on the window for awhile, but since the sky was heavily laden with clouds, we didn't stay there for long. 
When we got back to the shelf, I was flat-out exhausted. 
As soon as we stepped back onto the shelf, Pascal hopped off of my shoulder (he'd barely survived our Kingdom Dance attempts :P ), launched himself at the wicker chair...plopped down, tucked his tail over his nose...and went to sleep. 
I giggled quietly, gesturing towards him, and Eugene chuckled. 
"Tuckered out from all the walking he didn't do," he said quietly, and I flat-out laughed. 
"Mmhm.  Well, it's tiring, almost getting launched off of someone's shoulder...repeatedly." 
He grinned, and I smothered a yawn.  Noticing my yawn, he suggested we head to bed....and I didn't complain. 
As I spread out the blankets, a fleeting thought crossed my mind. 
What would life be like once we adopted and started a family?  Would we ever go on our walks again after that?  I thought up other things and gnawed on them for awhile. 
After I'd unbraided my hair, brushed it out, and changed into my nightie, I admitted my thoughts to Eugene. 
He gave me a patient smile the second I said 'adopt', as if he knew what I was going to say.  Was I that predictable?!
When I finished my quick speech, he touched my side, but he didn't answer me at first.  Then, he just bent to give me a quick little kiss. 
"C'mere." 
I followed him to sit down in bed, and then he answered me. 
"I was just thinking about the same thing.  Don't worry...we won't grow apart after we start a family - I won't let us.  And we'll keep our walks.  After all, us going for walks together was what brought us together!  When we go for walks, I always remember our walks when we were just-"
"Starting to fall head over heels?"  I broke him off, grinning. 
He gave me a smitten sort of smile before he nodded.  "Mhm. And I'm sure we'll think of something.  We have plennnnty of time before we talk to Tangled Fan about adoption, right?  Unless you were planning on it already - I mean, we haven't even been married for quite a month." 
Wow.  Noo, I wasn't planning on adopting yet!!  "Oh, goodness - no, I don't want to adopt quite yet.  But..you know, for when we do in the future.  I was just being weird and overly-worrisome," I said. 
He winked.  "You're not being weird..I was just half-worrying about the same thing."
I realized he was trying to be all tough and not admit he had been worrying about anything.  Giggling, I gave him a playful shove.  "Yeah, yeah...half-worrying...sure." 
He chuckled.  "I know.  You got me." 
Flopping over backwards, he half sighed, half yawned, and then I tossed the blankets over both of us before I curled up.  He was quiet for a couple of minutes, and I thought he'd gone to sleep already, but then he started stroking my hair.  I grinned to myself, and then he told me to c'mere again....so I didn't hesitate when he stretched an arm out so I could tuck myself a bit closer to him, sprawling an arm across his chest and resting my head on his shoulder.  He put his arm around me and pulled me as close to him as he could. 
"Did you enjoy your walk  today?"  He asked quietly. 
Grinning into his shoulder, I nodded.  "Thank you.  I loved it..."
"Me too," he told me...and I was content for a couple of seconds, until another question popped into my mind. 
"How did you learn how to dance so well?  Last month...." I broke off short of telling him he had been horrible at dancing.
He laughed.  "This might sound silly, but I searched on the iPod and tried to teach myself, as a surprise to you.  Anytime we weren't together, I'd be practicing." 
I flopped onto my belly so I could look at his face.  "Seriously?!" 
Chuckling, he nodded.  "Silly, I know." 
"No, no, no..that's not what I meant.  I'm just surprised you did that.  I mean, I could've taught you if you had asked, instead of going through all that, and I'm sure it wasn't easy-"
He laughed through his nose. "Then it wouldn't have been a surprise.  And, well, it was well worth it...at least, I thought so.  I saw your face light up more and more when I didn't stomp all over your feet through the first song."
I gave him a sheepish grin.  "I was surprised.  It was a good surprised, though!  Thank you." 
I reached to kiss the tip of his nose, and he gave me that special grin before telling me good night and that he loved me...as was custom every night.  I returned it, and then curled up under the blankets, feeling my various, and probably unnecessary, worries slip away when he tightened his arm around me.