Mr. Winter Meets Ms. Blondie [Jackunzel Fan Fic]

Episode Five ∞

Episode Five ∞ Eugene Fitzherbert

 

Last episode of Mr. Winter Meets Ms. Blondie!

 

As Jack Frost and Rapunzel gets closer to each other, Jack was slowly realizing the catch of the task given to him. On the other hand, Mother Gothel was slowly becoming unstable and unsettling.

 

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The sun was setting down, but Flynn felt like everything about his life had gone terribly wrong.

                Not that he was an orphan who reads the tale of Flynnigan Rider—his namesake— to younger kids of the orphanage and became an unwilling assistant of the Stabbington brothers. And not of course he didn’t sell the crown.

                The longer he has the crown, the more dangerous his life becomes. The palace guards are searching around everywhere for him, but even though he’s really far from being discovered he can’t help feel vulnerable.

                Of course stealing the crown didn’t feel right to him. He can remember how the king and queen had set up measures for that precious crown. He can remember those tales when he was a kid and the daughter of the king and queen was abducted.

                Now living alone alongside the sea, Flynn Rider can’t say he’d done anything right. He wanted to return the crown—or much more, something he can’t tell—and live another piece of his life, but he can’t.

                It’s as if a part of his life didn’t happen.

                The Stabbington twins are already arrested, but there was a part of him that endlessly feared about them. They can break out of jail as easily as they can break his neck.

                And as he holds the lost princess’ crown between his hands, he can picture what his life could have been if he sold it to the merchants. He had been dreaming about getting an island of his own—name it after him—but of course this wasn’t right.

Jack Frost had decided to pay Flynn a visit.

                Still, Jack was unsure if Flynn would see him. But like what he did to those other unbelieving kids, he seemed pretty confident about himself.

                He could feel the moon perched high in the sky urge him on.

                This is right. Take out the pieces one by one.

                If the address given to him was right, the thief Flynn Rider was living on that seaside cottage. Much to Jack’s distaste, nobody would be suspecting him to be there.

                Descending as quickly as he can, Jack arrived. Inside of the small cottage were a bed, a table, and two chairs. On the table were a satchel, a coat, and a book.

                Looking closer, shiny figure was creeping out of the satchel.

                It was really easy to get inside; Jack fits perfectly on the windows, and he slipped inside swiftly. Yet feeling something should be taken care of, Jack blocked the windows with thick layers of ice.

                Flynn was sleeping soundly on his bed. Astoundingly, Jack could hear him breathe. But then, the thief’s satchel was giving him more curiosity than the manner Flynn was sleeping.