A/N Hey guys, and welcome to my first ever Tangled fanfic. I am aware that gender bending has been done on this story many times before, but this isn't like that. It is simply what could have happened. I hope you enjoy. Oh, and Tangled belongs to Disney. I don't own it. Of course.

Sylva

Sylva watched, cat like eyes narrowed, as the guards carefully plucked the flower from the earth. Her flower! How dare they! They only needed it for their puny queen, Teresa. She needed it for her five children, her wounded, dying boys. She glanced down at the baby in her arms.

"Little Flynn…" she murmured, tenderly stroking a lock of brown hair of his forehead. She'd decided he should come with her on her search for the Rapunzel flower. It was too risky to leave him at camp. But now the castle guards were taking her last hope, her only cure, away from her. No. It wouldn't do. So she silently padded after the thirteen men, catching snippets of conversation.

"… critically ill,"

"Dying…"

"Last hope…"

"… The baby,"

"… Lose the baby"

Baby? Sylva frowned. She hadn't known Teresa was pregnant. Despite everything, the gypsy woman hoped the baby survived.

When the guards entered the castle, Sylva sped to the town square, where practically the whole kingdom was gathered, waiting for news of their precious Queen. She blended in effortlessly, quickly catching up on the latest situation. The queen had survived. Her flower was gone! Now all were waiting for news of the baby. Sylva knew she should return to camp, defeated, but something stopped her. Some part of her needed to know if the prince or princess would survive. Some time passed, and suddenly a shout went across the square.

"A princess! A healthy little princess, with golden hair!"

The kingdom erupted into cheers and music. Slowly, after brief celebrations, the centre of town began to empty, people going home to bed, hearts warm with the good news. Soon, Sylva and Flynn were left alone.

"Oh Flynn, I don't know what to do!" the mother confessed to her son, tears flooding her cheeks. Flynn looked towards the castle, making a soft murmur. Sylva's eyes widened. Golden Hair… Of course! The new royal had healing hair! In seemingly moments, Sylva was in the castle, in the new nursery. She glanced down at the sleeping child. Her hair was like sunlight. The gypsy pulled scissors from her pocket, and snipped of a golden curl. Immediately it browned, dead in her palm. If she wanted the Rapunzel, she would have to take the child, hair and all. But she couldn't support two babies! The ticking of a clock reminded her she didn't have much time. Flynn let out a very quiet yawn. Sylva made decisions that changed her life, and lives of several others. She scooped up the princess, rocking her gently, and lay Flynn down in the girl's place. It broke her heart, but Sylva knew Flynn would be well cared for. She would raise this golden haired infant as her own, and the flower infused hair would keep her other sons safe for as long as needed. She laid a kiss on Flynn's forehead, cradled the princess, and stole away, vanishing into the night.

Mother Gothel

Flower Gleam and Glow

Let Your Powers Shine

Make The Clock Reverse

Bring Back What Once Was Mine

A stooped old woman sung to a golden bloom, and felt youth flow into her. Her skin smoothed, her hair turned jet black, and the energy! It flowed through her, giving her a feel of power and determination. But she heard footsteps, and Summa, or Gothel as she called herself now, quickly hid her precious bloom under a shrub. But as she ran, the shrub was knocked aside, and the palace guards stole her flower, her youth, for their Queen. She didn't deserve to live. Teresa had done terrible things, but she hid her past behind an innocent mask. So Gothel watched from afar, as her flower vanished into the castle, and her rage grew. She was unaware that close by, another woman was seething at the loss of the flower.

Gothel crept into the castle. Her flower was gone, passed onto the child. The child with healing hair. If she stole the child, youth would forever be hers, and Teresa would be devastated. Perfect. Gothel snatched up the child, not giving it a glance, and fled, cackling under her breath. She didn't realise that the baby she held was a boy, with feathery brown curls that didn't hold a trace of magic. A gypsy boy called Flynn.

A/N Yay! First chapter done. Reviews would be nice. So would follows and favourites. They would make my day.