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Redeemed - Morning

Prince Eric woke to his arm tingling. He shifted slightly and the blood began to flow to his fingers again. He felt his wife slide her arm across his chest holding him close. He smiled gently as he looked down on the bright red head of his bride.
What a month it had been. From feeling helpless and hopeless of ever retrieving his family to meeting the love of his life, fighting a massive sea witch, and meeting with the King of the Ocean.
It was understandable that Aunt Rapunzel and her family left to return to Corona, but after the incident with the spoon during dessert the first week… it was best for the younger children to be somewhere else until he and Ariel were able to tone things down a bit.
That talk with Aunt Rapunzel, Uncle Eugene, Grimsby and Carlotta had him blushing like never before, but Ariel was game to try anything. Taking off each other’s clothes had taken quite a lot of time, not that the kissing was bad but his hands were shaking while deliberately taking off her dress and she didn’t have much experience with buttons. They had been kind and gently with each other until they were able to come together as husband and wife. They had experimented a lot to come to know each other, not everything worked but they learned what did, so they got better at it.
But not only that but they spent a lot of time talking quietly looking out over the ocean from the balcony or on a picnic as they actually got to know each other. Eric was deeply humbled by her desire to be human and with him specifically as he came to know that she has family and a kingdom under the sea.
They had gone out to visit, but it couldn’t be the same since she was human and wanted to stay human, even though her father’s trident could turn her back into a mermaid. King Triton actually said he knew hell because his uncle was Hades, Lord of the Underworld, with whom he visited from time to time. While hell wasn’t exactly part of Hades’ domain it could be reached by King Triton using the trident. But he would never let the trident go to hell because it was too powerful a weapon to be allowed there except in his own hand, but he had a kingdom to lead. Eric understood that, which was why he had to do this sooner then later.
He had told Ariel of his own history and she was more than supportive and was willing to join in the adventure.
Reflecting in the early morning light he realized that for the first time in forever it felt like things were moving forward.
Then Ariel whimpered in her sleep and she dragged her hand from his chest to her stomach, as she lay curled up on his chest. He moved his hand up her waist to her back and held her close.
“Seashell, wake up. What’s wrong?” He asked.
Ariel’s eyes opened, “I don’t feel so good.”
Then she barfed all over his chest.
Ariel looked at him and asked in a shaky voice, “What’s happening?”
“Ah, okay you are throwing up. Your body is just trying to get rid of something that doesn’t agree with it. Generally, it isn’t a big deal.” He was racking his brain to think if any of the food from last night had tasted funny or if they had met anyone sick recently.
“Oh, no.” She said as he tried reaching for the chamber pot under the bed.
“Someone help us!” Eric called.
A maid opened the door and saw the princess spewing across the prince and the bed. She grabbed a decorative bowl from the table by the door and rushed over.
When the latest bout was over, the maid said, “I’ll get help.”
She rushed out the door and Eric could hear her shoes ringing against the floor.
“You’re going to be okay.” Eric was thinking it should be about over. Most of the time if he ate something bad it would take a few tries to get everything up but he’ll start feeling better almost immediately.
“I’m scared. It feels like I am turning inside out. Worse then what Ursula did to me.” She said and got herself onto her knees, then with a hand on her throat and her eyes rolled back in her head, she gave a long series of ripping vocalizations that finally brought up a small gob of greenish phlegm, before collapsing against him again.
“Please, I don’t want to die.” Ariel said in a quiet shaking voice. Her hand clutched at his chest but it felt weaker. Sweat glistened across her face.
“You are not going to die.” Eric asserted but he wasn’t so sure now. People did die though usually not so quickly but that last one sounded like she was trying to bring up her lungs.
Ariel was panting trying to control whatever was happening to her. She bit her lip, and panted, “I love you.” But he felt a warm stream against his leg as she got onto her knees again and bent over him he could feel the muscles in her sides ripple as she silently attempted to vomit. His mind was begging her to just bring something up, but nothing came from her mouth.
“Someone! Get! In! Here! NOW!” Eric roared in his shipboard voice, a voice that rattled the windows.
Grimsby, Carlotta, the doctor and the maid came rushing in as Ariel just collapsed across him.
“Please, just make it stop.” Ariel begged him between pants. The terrible panic and weakness in her eyes frightened him like little else ever had.
“What’s happening?” someone asked.
“She was asleep and then she started throwing up, now she is trying to but nothing is coming up anymore, but it looks like she is trying to bring up her toes. Please, do something.”
Carlotta began massaging the exposed back of the princess. Grimsby was recoiling from the mess  the doctor was knelling in to get a good look at Ariel’s face.
A look on anguish came upon her face as her mouth opened again. Eric held her close for an eternity of seconds as Ariel tried to vomit once more but she again brought up nothing. All she could do now was sob weakly as she collapsed in his arms.
“What’s happening?” Eric asked.
“We don’t know enough yet.” The doctor said. “What did she eat last?”
Carlotta rattled off the menu from last night and said, “But Eric had it too, the chef tasted everything and I even had some of the leftovers. We’re all fine.”
“Have they been with anyone whose become ill recently?”
“They’ve barely left the bedroom for the last three days.”
Then Ariel took a deep breath and sighed.
“Are you okay, dear?”
“A little better I think.” Ariel replied then she flopped onto her back and Eric quickly covered her as Grimsby turned around blushing as the maid brought out towels.
The doctor checked her pulse and her eyes. “She seems to be recovering.”
“What was happening to me? I felt like I was transforming into something terrible.” Asked Ariel.
“You were throwing up, dear, but we are not sure why yet.” Said Carlotta. “How are you feeling now?”
“Better. A little weak. That was a lot of work.”
“Here now, let’s get you cleaned up.” Said Carlotta as she helped the princess up and the maid wrapped a towel around her.
Eric took his towel and stepped around the mess as the door closed behind the women.
“So, any ideas?” Eric asked the doctor.
The doctor looked away as he thought, “Several, but I am trying to eliminate as many as I can. For now we will have to wait and see.”
Then Carlotta came back into the room. “Have you figured it out yet?”
“Um.” Eric said and Grimsby looked bewildered.
“It is too early to be sure but at a guess I would say she is pregnant.”
“Pregnant!?” the men chorused.
“My mother was a midwife and there was one woman who nearly died because she was vomiting all the time. It was worse then this but this seemed similar. She’s a skinny little thing so we are going to have to feed her as much as she can hold while we can.”
“Is she going to be alright?” asked Eric.
“Probably, this shouldn’t last more then a a few months. Giving birth is the dangerous part.” Said Carlotta matter-of-factly.
“We’ll take good care of both of you.” Assured the doctor.


Author’s note: For some reason I just think that Ariel would have some issues with her pregnancies. Hyperemesis gravidarum seemed like a good considering what Kate Middleton has gone through.
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Anna was determinedly searching the castle. She had heard Gerda and Kai mention a ballroom.  
Why hadn’t she found it before? She’d been all over the dark, creepy castle looking for things to do.
Had her stinker of a sister been hiding it from her?
Anna sighed. She didn’t think so, until recently they had been together in everything. There was a whole room filled with balls around here somewhere. If she found it then she could share it with Elsa and they could have fun together again.
Anna slide down the bannister to the main floor. She’d start there just to be sure. She raced from door to door looking for the balls. How hard was it to fine  a room full of balls?
Anna nearly ran into Danica the maid as she raced to another room. She almost sloshed the bucket of dirty water as she tried not to hit the princess. The maid was looking a little worse for wear. Danica had pinned a white apron to her teal dress but it was wet and dirty. Over her arm was a limp, wet towel.
“Dear heavens, princess. Whatever is the matter?”
“I’m looking for the balls.” Anna said breathlessly.
“Oh, aren’t they in your room? I put them back there yesterday.”
“Yeah, but those are my regular balls. There are more balls around here and if I can find them then maybe Elsa with play with me.” Anna wrung her hands together.
Danica gave her a long sad look, then glanced at her braid with the white streak. “I hope you find them. I haven’t seen any extra balls lately, though I have spent the day cleaning the floor.”
“Yes, really. Come see.” Danica swung the door open completely.
It was a large open room, with columns around the outside. “Careful, dear, the floor is still wet in places.”
“Okay. I’ll be careful.” Anna said as she stood on the threshold.
There were heavy, dark curtains covering the windows here too. Anna wished it didn’t have to be so dark all the time. But there was a small gap between two curtains and a small ray of late afternoon sunshine was gently streaking through the darkness, illuminating specks of suspended dust.
“That’s good dear. I’ll be off to dump this dirty water. Have a good day, princess. I hope you find your balls.”
“It looks so nice. Thank you.”

* * *

Danica gave the little princess a curtsy and hefted the bucket and started for the kitchen. She didn’t really know what to do with the littlest princess of Arendelle. One day she had a white streak in her hair, the staff was reduced and the castle gates, windows and doors were locked.
They had kept Kai, Gerda, and a handful of others on but now the castle was so empty and sad.
She rarely saw the Crown Princess Elsa any more, though she often had to set up a room for lessons. Princess Anna seemed to wander around unsupervised most of the day.
Her family had been scared for weeks but nothing happened and so things continued on in this new normal.  She remained somewhat frightened because she just didn’t know what to do. No one dared speak of the change in Princess Anna’s hair out of respect, but they often walked on eggshells around her because they had no idea what to expect.
Danica tried to treat the child with the respect a princess deserved, though lately her heart has softened because Princess Anna seemed so lost and lonely.
She just wished she knew what to do so she could do it right.
She staggered into the kitchen.
“Hi, Danica. Another dirty bucket?” asked the chef.
“Good, the herbs need a bit more, on the left side, put it there.”
“Okay.” Danica lugged the bucket out the garden door and turned left. She plunked the bucket down and flexed her hands. They were a little numb for carrying the bucket so far. Usually she would have a page carry it but with everyone gone…. Well, she would do as much as she could herself.
Gerda focused on the royal family, Kai took care of interfacing with the people of Arendelle. Everyone had immense workloads now, even the royal family, but why?
Why did it have to be like this?
What were the royal family trying to do?
What was the point, it had been so much easier before?
What had happened to Princess Anna?
She was different somehow now.
Redeemed = Later

“You’re going where!?” yelled Princess Ariel as she pushed away from him.
“To hell.” replied Prince Eric calmly he knew it was going to be like this, there was no winning. They were in the Grand Hall overlooking the sea. Eric needed to tell her here. He had sat her one the couch and taken her hands. Now she was as far from him as the couch let her be.
“But bad people go there! I felt… I thought… How…?” Eric could see tears and confusion in her eyes.

“I wanted to tell you before the wedding but you insisted on marriage first and explanations later. Well, now, it’s later.” He looked at her pointedly.

Ariel nodded her red topped head. She looked down defeated.

Eric stood up and walked to the fireplace he gestured to the enormous painting. “Haven’t you wondered why you haven’t met my parents?”

“I thought… “

She trailed off as Eric got a gentle smile on his face and shook his head. “It’s complicated. So let me explain.”

His dear wife just didn’t know how a lot of things worked in the human world. She really did remind him of Mom and even Aunt Rapunzel so much sometimes.
“Aunt Rapunzel and Uncle Eugene have raised me these last 8 years. Grimsby is my tutor, well, quite a bit more then that but that comes later in the story.”
Eric turned and tapped his knuckles on the frame of an enormous painting
“These are my parents, King Phillip and Queen Aurora.”
He gazed at the painting, he could do it without crying now. He missed them so much still.

“Where are they?” asked his bride, his princess, his true love, as she came up next to him.

“They’re gone. They are in hell, with all the rest of my family, and many friends and even the castle they were in.” He said, flatly.

“I don’t understand.” said the former mermaid, but she began to feel fear.

Eric leaned his elbow on the fireplace, looking into the light of the fire. It seemed easier that way. “I was 8 years old. We were visiting Mom’s kingdom. Grimsby and I were on a nature walk, he was showing me things about Mom’s forest, but I was having more fun playing my flute and the birds had come to be with us. I can’t communicate with them like Mom could but the flute made it almost like I could.
“Then there was a massive clap of thunder, leaves fell like rain. We raced to the edge of the forest. The castle was gone. There was a hollow where it had been. We ran back to the village, it was chaos, but we finally found out the story from an old man. Maleficent, the Mistress of All Evil, had returned. She had appeared outside the castle, an old man had seen her when she had cursed my Mom when she was a babe. Dad destroyed her when she was in dragon form, and then Mom destroyed her human form and her staff. Somehow she was back and she enveloped the castle in a green sphere of magic and made it go away and everyone in it.
“Grimsby and I went to Corona for help. Later, we found that the castle and everyone in it had been sent to hell. My family is still alive, but trapped in hell. My best friend, Chedrick, an adopted son of Rapunzel and Eugene, he lost his parents so they made him their son.” Eric explained at the confused look on Ariel’s face.
“Chedrick has gone to learn magic, and I have spent my time learning how to be a knight. This was supposed to have been a vacation, a rest from training and a celebration of my birthday. We are going to hell to destroy Maleficent and rescue my family.”
Princess Ariel’s mouth hung open.
“I have to do this soon. Next year I will be of age and will have to take up the rule of the kingdom. If that happens I won’t be able to go save my family.”
Ariel put her arms around Eric’s waist. “I think I understand a little better. You really are a good human. I’ll go with you too, to save your family.” She thought for a moment. “I sacrificed everything to be with you, so I can understand the desire to save your family. I wonder if Father knows a way to hell.”
“He does!?”
“Well, Grandfather is Poseidon and he’s brother to Hades, who is god of the underworld. He should know the way to hell.”
Eric blinked, Ariel wasn’t just a mermaid princess but granddaughter of a god!? He was wondering what he had gotten himself into when he had fallen in love with this girl, but a part of him knew he had just been handed some very important things. Maybe he actually had a chance at saving his parents.
He took her face in his hands, “You are amazing.” Then kissed her deeply.
After a while she was hitting him weakly with her hand. He released her and found her gasping for breathe.
“Are you okay?” he asked as he put his arms around her and guided her back to the couch.
“I’m not sure. I feel so strange. So much is going on in my body. I need to do …something, but I don’t know what to do.” Ariel wrapped her arms around her waist as they sat.
“Oh? Oh! I need to get Aunt Rapunzel, she is going to explain those things to you. It is a little important for later.”
“More later?”
“You’ve been human for less then a week, there is so much that needs explaining. But Mom...Aunt Rapunzel is good at explaining.”
“Okay. I believe you.”
“Thank you. We’ll be right back.” Said Eric as he stood up put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
You can learn important lessons from the most diverse places. I have a book on typography that is amazing, because of the passion and insight of the author-designer. I try to find and read great books, and while the process of finding them is often difficult, sometimes you come across true treasures.

"Drawn To Life vol1" by Walt Stanchfield is a great book.

I was looking for a book on drawing because I want to learn how to draw storyboards, a useful if secondary skill when becoming a director. 

Walt spent decades at Disney, animating and giving master classes. I rather wish I was good enough at something that I could give a master class on the subject, but anyway. Really I am not in his target market, they already know how to draw, they just need focus and refinement. I have some clue, given that I took a drafting class in high school, but these are to people who drew all the time and well enough to become animators at Disney.

He talks about how animation is often about caricature, stretching and squashing things to their limits, drawing actions, animating verbs and not nouns. It goes back to show vs tell, but he puts some nuance on the subject.

I think as a writer I have done that with my characters as well, but in different ways. Not in shape but emotion. For myself I often get caught up in the emotion of what I write (which has certain downsides) but I try to feel it as strongly as I can so I can have the character express it as powerfully as I can. 

Sure I can write "He was sad."
But you don't feel it. However, if I write something more like, "He took a short sharp breathe. He shut his eyes and tried to suck the wetness on his eyeballs back inside. He dared not think. He picked up the pen and began to unscrew it. It took moments but he soon field stripped it and then reassembled it, counting each simple so as not to think, or remember how much it hurt to hear the barking of a dog and it was not Charlie, and never would be again."
While we can relate to sad, we can relate more deeply to the feelings and actions of a character.

I read so I can take a few hours to learn lessons it took others decades to learn. 


Knight with a Shiny Keyboard
United States
I am a writer. I deeply enjoy writing fan fiction, mostly Disney right now. I write deep epic stories, that are very intimate and rich in detail.

Major Stories:
I have two major stories at this time:
Rapunzel Goes Home…
Which tries to fill in all the gaps at the end of Disney's "Tangled" so the happy ending makes sense, to me at least.
Where I deal with the aftereffects of the happy ending that Princess Aurora from Disney's "Sleeping Beauty" had.
Here is a page with links to all the audio versions of the chapters

My Internet family (who knew this kind of love could develop via text):
:iconlisha3398: My idaughter. A strong writer, warrior, princess, and super-genius Epic Hero.
:icondarkhistorian: My idaughter. A tough writer, warrior, princess, and super-genius Epic Hero.
:iconhipeoples73: My idaughter. A princess and hero.
:iconawesome8x: My ison. A knight in shining armor.
:iconmudstarmord-sith: My ikid sister, with an amazing imagination and a beautiful heart and soul.


More Greatness in dA:
:iconprincessespurpose: have the hearts of true princesses.
:iconimaginative-light77: has a great Hunchback of Notre Dame fan fiction.
:iconravenwritingclaw: has some great Peanuts and Disney fan fiction.

Listen to the Rapunzel Goes Home (extended edition) Audiobook:…

Other places to find me on the net:

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MudstarMord-Sith Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
thought you'd like this:…
BalunStormhands Featured By Owner 1 day ago
MudstarMord-Sith Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I know it's so sweet and beautiful. :love:
BalunStormhands Featured By Owner 1 day ago
Deluxepepsi Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the favorite! :-)
MudstarMord-Sith Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist… this was a song our chi or teacher taught us back when I was in middle school I wanna draw a picture of Elsa inspired by it...for obvious reasons (p's it sounds better I'd u listen with headphones)

Next to "the violet" this song was one of my favorites that she taught us and as you will hear it is very "Elsa" lol
BalunStormhands Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2014
Aw that was beautiful, and I get Elsa from it.
MudstarMord-Sith Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I think Allister outta have Arendelle's musicians play it for their wedding...
BalunStormhands Featured By Owner 6 days ago
That would be cool.
Whytegriffin Featured By Owner Oct 12, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for the fave on He Cut Her Hair by Whytegriffin   :excited: 
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