Here it is, the last chapter of this story! (unless I come up with another idea down the track, and decide to stick it in) I have really enjoyed the experience of writing this, and have about a million other ideas floating around in my head, so stay tuned for more!
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Disclaimer: Tangled does not belong to me.

Rapunzel was now sixteen, nearly seventeen.

She had long since found out that she loved doing things. Whenever her hands were empty, or she sat still for too long, she began to feel depressed.

So Rapunzel always tried to fill her long days with activities.

Every morning after breakfast, she would sweep the entire tower thoroughly, always making sure to do under the beds. Then she polished all of the candlesticks in the house, and waxed the floors, then scrubbed her other dress and nightdress, and hung then on the rafters to dry. Then there was just the windows and the fireplace, and she always did them in a moment. A final sweep, and the tower was spotless.

Then Rapunzel read a book, or painted the walls. After she was tired of that, she would do her morning's guitar practice on her mother's old guitar that was always terribly out of tune, not matter how many times she tuned it. It was an old, broken instrument, but it was better than nothing.

Then she worked on her knitting project. Her mother had given her a few crotcheting and knitting supplies for her fourteenth birthday. She had started a scarf two years ago, but it never seemed to grow any bigger. Perhaps that was because of the countless times she had made a mistake and had had to pick out the last ten rows – but it gave her hands something to do. She enjoyed the sound of needle against needle.

Then there was lunch. She always tried to make something interesting for the meal. The days she had plain sandwhiches were the days when she was busy on a new painting project. Then Rapunzel did the dishes, and got out the two puzzles and chess set for a bit of relaxing logic. She would play chess against Pascal, who was an expert. Then she would absentmindedly do her puzzles, that had been done so many times that she was no longer thinking about it.

After that, she would do craft – maybe paper-mache, or pottery, on her wheel that she had gotten for her fifteenth birthday. She had made countless jars and pots, that were all scattered around the tower, filled with paper-mache flowers and painted in bright patterns.

Then Rapunzel would dance. Rapunzel loved to dance. It was hard – her hair was always getting in the way – but she tried her best, and practiced every day. She danced to songs that she sung, and the beat of Pascal's front feet clapping together. But as much as she loved it, there was only so much she could do before she grew tired, and her hair grew tangled.

So she sat on the rafters, and with her old silver brush that she had been given when she was six, she brushed her hair. It was all knotty, and though it never got dirty, she hated brushing it. But it was a part of her that she must protect. If anyone took her hair, they might as well kill her. She knew that without her hair, she was but a plain, normal girl.

So she sat on the rafters, and brushed her hair.

When she was done, her fingers started itching to paint again.

So she would get out her paints, and search around the tower for a new section of unpainted wall. There was always somewhere that she had overlooked. Today she found the doorframe of her bedroom. She painted it a nice pink, with some little purple flowers going all the way around it. With the addition of some little green leaves, they were complete.

Soon the doorframe was complete. She stood back to admire it. Pascal climbed up the stairs to join her. They stood looking, and Rapunzel absentmindly patted her paint brush against her forehead. It was only when Pascal burst out laughing that she noticed, and joined him. Her forehead was now coloured a nice green. Still laughing, she went downstairs to wash off her brushes and her forehead, and put her paints away. It was time to start the dinner.

On Rapunzel's seventeenth birthday, she couldn't help wishing that her mother would take her to see the Floating Lights up close. Instead she was given a dart board, with ten red and black darts. Rapunzel practiced after breakfast, and found to her surprise that she was actually quite good.

That evening, after dinner – her favourite hazelnut soup – and after her mother had left, Rapunzel and Pascal sat on the windowsill and watched the Floating Lights lift lazily up, up into the sky.

She had watched the Floating Lights every single year that she could remember, and this year was the most spectacular of all. She felt like they were actually calling to her, willing her to come and join them.

"Next year," said Rapunzel to Pascal. "Next year I will ask mother to take me to see the Floating Lights up close."

Pascal snuggled up closer to her, and the two of them watched the lights float up, up into the sky.