Jafar's World

Hissssss

Frost spread in a wide, uneven circle around a single man. Destruction was everywhere — fauna and the ground itself sundered with the destructive power of the very essence of cold.

And in the middle, the Royal Vizier brushed some icicles off of his cloak.

"Another note not to make Elsa angry in the future," Jafar muttered to himself.

He looked on over to where Mother Gospel was standing last. The only thing remaining were the small shreds of her dark cloak.

"Serves her right, that creepy bitch," he growled. "An Arab man always comes with explosives ready. Just be glad planes haven't been invented yet, or I would have 9/11ed your damned tower to bits."

He paused, realizing maybe he went a little too far.

'Too soon?'

However, Jafar quickly shook it off. He was in a new world now. A Whole New World, as Jasmine might put it.

"Speaking of the tower…"

Jafar remembered the reason he came here in the first place.

"Sigh… How did Gospel get in when Rapunzel was a child? Was her hair that long even back then?"

Luckily for him, it seemed the loud noise had attracted the attention of the golden princess herself.

"Mother? Is that you? Did something happen?"

The worried, childish voice was tinged with the familiar energetic tone of the one-and-only Rapunzel.

A small head of golden hair popped out of the window, two verdant eyes peeking through the mane of locks.

"Ehh… ahem ."

'Well fuck. How do I explain to this 6 year old child that I just blew up her foster mother to bits?'

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair?" Jafar asked, praying it would work.

Naive as she may be, however, the princess was not an idiot.

"You're not Mother! Who are you?" she demanded.

'How observant,' he dryly noted.

"Uh… you see, I'm a scholar who goes by the name of Jafar. I recently got lost in a storm— a terrible storm. A desert storm actually. Eventually, your mother saved me. She got hurt in the process so I'm here in her stead to take you out of here."

"You're lying! Mother told me how scary the outside world is! She would never willingly let me leave!"

"She… she had a change of heart."

He realized that was the wrong thing to say as he saw the distrust in Rapunzel's eyes intensify. The situation was growing out of hand.

"No, trust me! Gospel and I are friends! One time we went to a bar and then… oh you know what? Screw this. I'm a grown adult and you are a pipsqueak child. I don't care if you're a princess, I am carrying you back in cuffs if I have to!"

Metaphorically and physically putting his foot down with a thump, Jafar pointed his staff towards the princess.

"Kyaaaaaaaaaa!"

Rapunzel let out a high pitched shriek as an unknown force roughly grappled her petite body over the open window sill.

With just enough force to keep her from passing out, Jafar's trained telekinesis brought the princess right into his embrace where he promptly slung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Nooooo! Let me go, you creep!"

Jafar winced at the high pitched screaming right next to his ears, yet turned around to set off on the long trip back to the royal palace.

"Pervert! Creep! Miscreant!"

He rubbed the side of his face, though his pace didn't slow.

"How do you even know what those words mean? Aren't you like 5?"

"Mother told me that perverts were people who kidnapped fair ladies and did unspeakable things! Just like you! Also, I'll be 6 in a few months!"

He snorted.

"Okay, my fair lady. Unfortunately, I'm fresh out of unspeakable things I want to do to a literal child."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I'm not a pedophile!"

"Ped… ophile?"

Jafar palmed his face tiredly.

"Forget it. Just go to sleep, child. We'll be there before you know it."

He immediately regretted those words as the Royal Vizier was quickly reminded of just how stubborn Rapunzel could be.

"HEEEEEELP! HEEEELP! THERE'S A PEDOPHILE!"

Somehow, her voice had only increased in magnitude.

"Listen, I'm a friend of your parents," he calmed.

"Liar! Mother said I had no other parents!"

"Your real parents! Gospel was a liar and a kidnapper who took you from your real parents when you were born."

There was a pause. For a short moment, Jafar foolishly wondered if his words had gotten through to the obstinate child. Then—

Smack

"OW!"

He roughly twisted his neck to face the source of the sharp pain.

There, Jasmine's youthful face was contorted into a scowl. Her short arm was outstretched with a small fist clenched at the end.

"Don't badmouth Mother," she growled.

He snapped.

"Your 'mother' is dead, Rapunzel! I killed her!"

He regretted those words even before they left his lips.

"..."

The girl's green eyes widened while her mouth fell agape. Her fists listlessly fell to her sides.

"I… I meant—"

"Sniff-sniffle."

Jafar sighed, giving up. Contrary to his words, he could tell it was going to be a painfully long trip.

"I'm sorry," he gruffly apologized, refusing to look at her entrancing emerald eyes. "Just try to sleep."