Rapunzel was able to return home after a day in the hospital and answering questions.
All she wanted to do during that time was to go home.
It was the strangest thing to return home and not see Elsa. She may have only been in the family for a short while but it felt normal to have her around.
And now she's....gone.
Her parents were silent when they entered the home. It was the same as Rapunzel saw it last. It was clean and organized.
As she walks to the living room, she looks to her right at the seating area to where the beige couches are. It sends a chill down her spine thinking that only one day ago, Elsa was sitting on these couches, reading a book. Rapunzel remembers her looking at ease, as if she was finally accumulating herself.
"Rapunzel?" her mom's soft voice calls.
She turns around and her mom lightly nods into the kitchen. "There's food if you're hungry."
But she shakes her head. "I'm not in the mood for anything."
Her mom nods and both her parents go into the kitchen to talk in private.
It shatters Rapunzel's soul to see her parents so heart broken. Her mom hasn't been able to stop crying and her dad has been unusually silent.
Rapunzel has been wondering what her parents are thinking about. She wonders if they blame themselves somehow. Of course, that is absolutely crazy for them to even consider that it's their fault.
It took her a while to figure it out but....nobody could have prevented what happened. Luke and the rest had been waiting for the right time to take Elsa. If hadn't happened that night then it would have happened some other night. Maybe it would have gone differently but the outcome would still be the same.
At least that's what the police seemed to believe.
Feeling heavy and tired, Rapunzel drags herself to her room. Just as she was about to go in, at the last minute she goes to another door located at the end of the hallway.
Surprisingly, with a steady hand, she opens the door to the room and goes inside. She stops just below the threshold and takes an unnerving deep breath.
This room would have been Elsa's room. Her parents have already removed most of the boxes into the attic and the furniture still needed a dusting and some cleaning, but other than that, it would have been ready.
It was the perfect room for her.
Rapunzel's mom knew Elsa liked-–likes–– the color blue so she made sure the color was well-implemented.
The room was smaller than Rapunzel's but no less comfortable. It consisted of a metal bed frame adorned with plush pillows and a white cover accompanied with a royal blue fleece blanket embroidered with a beautiful design.
Hesitantly, Rapunzel steps in and runs her hand over the smooth wood of of the bark-gray armoire. The nightstands and the vanity were of the same set. Even though the furniture was already here when Elsa moved in, Rapunzel knows her mom did her best to try to make sure that it didn't feel like a guest-bedroom.
Her mom wanted Elsa to feel like she had her her own room, a place she can find comfort and call hers. That is the reason why her mom tried her best to make this room feel like it had always belonged to Elsa––by adding her favorite color, by having clothes already stored and hung, and hanging frames of art on the walls and by the window so the room can feel more inviting.
Unable to think about the what-might-have-beens, Rapunzel solemnly leaves the room and goes back to her own bedroom.
She turns on the night lamp and plops down on her soft bed. With a hand pressed to her chest, Rapunzel looks up the ceiling and up at the paintings she did up there once upon a time.
Rapunzel's thoughts go to Elsa's belongings, wondering what is going to happen to them; her clothes and small luggage, her medicine, and everything she had.
For the remainder of the night, she didn't sleep. She couldn't.
Rapunzel set up a mental reminder to call Jack to see how he is faring.
She was too harsh on him when she screamed at him that night, blaming him for what happened as if it was his fault.
He did what he could to help. He didn't have a choice.
It was none of our fault.
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