The castle library, bathed in the warm glow of afternoon sunlight, was your usual refuge. Curled up with a well-worn book, you stole a glance at Queen Elsa, perched across the room at her desk. The weight of the crown seemed to vanish amidst the stacks of scrolls, replaced by a weariness etched on her brow.
As you set your book aside, a soft sigh escaped Elsa's lips. Concern tugged at your heart. You decided to forgo your reading session and approached her instead.
"Is everything alright, Your Majesty?"
Elsa startled slightly, then offered a weak smile. "Everything is well, (Y/N). Just... paperwork tends to pile up," she confessed, gesturing at the overflowing desk.
A playful glint entered your eyes. "Well, Your Majesty, perhaps a break is in order?"
Elsa's lips quirked into a reluctant smile. With a shared look, you both knew exactly what the other was thinking. She set down her quill, you got up from your seat and walked over to her. The distance between you and her closed rather quickly.
You picked her up bridal style, earning a giggle from the young monarch. Elsa never thought she could be so deeply in love with someone and yet here she was, deeply in love with you.
You walk back to the couch and lay her down on it. She wraps her around your neck, kissing you lightly and as many times as she can.
“I wish it was just us.” She says breathlessly against your lips. “No titles. No responsibility. Just us.”
“We have our duties, my Queen, but I will take any and every moment I can with you.” Her fingers caress your chest and hair.
“Elsa. Just Elsa when it’s just us. Please.”
“Okay, Elsa,” her name leaving your lips made her shutter. It felt so perfect.
You cuddle with Elsa on that couch for the better part of an hour before she begrudgingly gets up and goes back to work. But she couldn’t help but steal glances at you now and then.
Your name and hers. When no one was watching, that’s what you call each other by. No titles. No duties. Just two young people in love. She was your sanctuary and you would always be hers.
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Flynn cutting off Rapunzel's hair is actually an incredible expression of love because he's getting rid of the one thing that directly caused her "mom" to abuse her and thus is truly setting her free from all that horribleness because now she no longer has the very thing itself that was causing it. That also means not even he could use it against her and is proving he loves her beyond it. The now-short length is also truly a part of this literal cutting away of the abuse-tool too, because now even it being long is gone and she no longer even has to think about it if she doesn't want to beyond basic maintenance. The length of her hair was just as much of a tool to hurt her as the magic powers, because her "mom" was using it to have her own freedom but didn't let Rapunzel use her own hair to leave. Getting rid of her hair in all the ways it was used as a tool of abuse and reducing it to something she only needs to care about if she wants to is literally the best gift he could give her.
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