Rapunzel's golden hair shimmered under the kingdom's lantern lights as Flynn Rider—now Prince Eugene—led her through the bustling streets of Corona. The girl who'd spent eighteen years locked in a tower was wide-eyed, her long braid swinging behind her like a living thing. She'd just been reunited with her parents, the King and Queen, but the real celebration was just beginning. Or so she thought.

That night, after the grand feast, Flynn pulled her aside in a quiet corridor of the palace. "Blondie, the kingdom's safe now. But... some of the old crew from the Snuggly Duckling are here as 'honored guests.' Pub thugs turned semi-respectable. They helped keep the peace while I was gone."