Elsa Comes Out: Gossip

        The royal apartment had been decorated in purples and golds, the tapestries cloaking the room in a deep purple gloom. The colors don’t really work well unless you’ve got a lot of light, Eugene thought. Without the sun blaring in through the window, or a thoroughly ludicrous number of candles the room could nearly have been pitch black.

        Eugene turned from the rest of the room and looked out the window.

Corona was filled with light, night and day. It practically lived on tallow. Here in Arendelle at night you could probably count the number of lanterns lit on one hand. That is until you looked into the sky. It was just like the old days, slumming it out in the woods, watching the stars in their slow march across the sky.

        The door swung open, surprisingly well oiled hinges barely making a sound. Eugene watched his wife bustle in.

Rapunzel sat down, brushing her hair behind her ear. Eugene smiled, “So you talked to her?”

        “I didn’t have to,” she told her husband, “It’s pretty obvious, even if she doesn’t know.”

Eugene laughed, “I’m sure she still fancies me you know.”

“Of course she does, Eugene.”

“You don’t think so?” he said, hoping for a rise.

“I was just agreeing with you, dear.”

        “You wouldn’t even be worried if she was, would you?”    

        “No,” she said with a smile, ”I know you too well. Oh you’ll flirt and be a letch but in the end? You’re not nearly as charming as you think you are.”

“Tell that to Mary. I was run out of the Tipping Drum Inn because of-“

His wife threw a pillow in his face with a laugh, “That was me you dolt!”

        “Was it?” he dodged another pillow, “Oh to be confused and in love,” he leapt off the bed, fencing at shadows against a backdrop of stars, “I almost remember what it was like, being so young.”

        “I don’t think you ever got older,” Rapunzel said with a smile.

        “Look who’s talking.”

 “Still, they’ve all gotten themselves into a mess, haven’t they?”

        “Yes they have,” She said back, “We can’t all be so lucky, can we?”

        “No, we can’t. I do sort of wish we could help the poor girl.”

Rapunzel smiled at her husband.

        “Oh no no. I know that look. That’s your meddling look. Blondie, we’re not getting into this. You remember what happened last time.”

        “It all worked out fine,” she insisted.

        “You almost caused a war!”

        “But Max did end up happy!” she said again.

Eugene raised his hands in defeat, “Sometime’s there’s just no talking to you.”

        An all together sultry smile crossed his wife’s lips, “Then come to bed.”