I don't own Snow White and the Seven Dwarves or Tangled! End/AN/

Rapunzel didn't know it, but it was the day that would change her life forever.

When the black-haired girl had come crashing through the forest, dress torn at, hair mussed up, and generally in a frightful, pale tizzy, Rapunzel had watched with curiosity from the window of her tower. And when the girl simply collapsed, lying face down on the ground and crying, she had felt more than curiosity; she had felt empathy, like she was the one in a frightened mess on the ground.

The girl hadn't seen the tower, somehow. Rapunzel had sat, watching.

Mother would never allow her to leave the tower. Mother always said that danger awaited outside the tower.

Maybe it was that danger the girl had been running from. Rapunzel considered this, though at every moment she wanted to put her hands on the girl's shoulders and maybe hug her. Yes, hugging would be good.

She just didn't look dangerous at all. A frightened child was more what she looked like.

Of course, Rapunzel had never seen another child at all, so she wasn't entirely sure. She knew there were other people out there, but she had never encountered another one.

Animals were gathering around the girl, looking at her and sniffing her.

Rapunzel wanted to be there. And Mother was gone for the next couple of days.

She'd never disobeyed her mother. But how could the girl be dangerous? And she looked like she needed help too.

It took Rapunzel several moments of back and forth, before a giddy need to help took over. If she saw any pointy-toothed men, she would just run back to the tower and climb back up.

With this decision, Rapunzel looped her hair around the hook, and descended from the tower.

It was the first time she'd felt grass under her feet, and it felt cool and sort of moist. She was a bit overwhelmed by the feeling, by the fact that she was out of her tower, and for a moment she just clenched and unclenched her toes in the grass.

Then, still leaving her hair hooked up, she tiptoed towards the girl.

"Hi," Rapunzel started, and the girl looked up in surprise. She didn't seem to have pointy teeth or wicked eyes, only a very pale face and red lips. "Um, are you okay?"

The girl blinked, and immediately sat up, dusting off her clothes and saying in a melodic, though somewhat tremulous voice, "I'm sorry, is this your home?" Her eyes landed on the tower, as though she'd just seen it.

"Well, yeah, but it's okay," Rapunzel said, keeping a short distance between them. "What are you doing here?"

The girl seemed to compose herself, saying, "I… I'm afraid I've no home. I'm sorry to intrude…"

"No, it's okay. My name's Rapunzel, what's yours?" This girl was inherently fascinating to Rapunzel, having only seen one other person all her life. Every way she moved, from her delicate hands to her round head, was different from Mother, and different from Rapunzel herself.

"My name is Snow White," Snow White replied, and she still looked distressed, as though she were a chick that had been unexpectedly dropped. She put her hands in her lap, looking down at them.

"That's a pretty name," Rapunzel enthused, smiling at her. She couldn't imagine not having a home. Home was all she had, plus Mother. It was her world.

"Thank you. Your name is pretty too," Snow White said softly, and she looked up, her eyes landed on Rapunzel's hair, which draped down from the tower. "Your hair is lovely; how have you got it so long?"

Rapunzel shrugged, saying, "I've never cut it. And it grows really fast." She paused for a moment, then, deciding that Snow White was trustworthy, she leaned in and said, "If I cut my hair, it'll never grow again."

"Oh," Snow White said, still eyeing her hair; it wasn't a rude stare, but rather a simple awe at the length of it.

Rapunzel was excited. Snow White seemed sweet, the opposite of any bad things that existed in the world. She was trustworthy without a doubt. And she still seemed to trembling a bit, so Rapunzel said, "Are you hungry? You can come up in the tower; I'll pull you up by my hair."

Snow White seemed surprised, but nodded slowly. She took Rapunzel's proffered hand, and they walked back to the base of the tower.

Rapunzel climbed up, her first time going up into the tower surprisingly easy compared to how she thought it would be. Then, she yelled down at Snow White, "Hold on tight, all right? I don't want you to fall!"

Snow White gave the affirmative, and was pulled up summarily.

When she was up there, Rapunzel served her some of the pie she'd baked earlier; it seemed to do her good.

The question, however, was what to do with her next.

/AN/ I'm not entirely sure where I'm going with this, but it was fun to write. I may update sometime. J