The अगला morning Frollo made an announcement in front of all of Paris about the bon आग taking place while back in the Palace of Jusice Esmerelda, Phoebus and Belle were locked in the dungeon nobody had gotten sleep especially Belle even though she slept in Phoebus's arms all night long she was terrorized द्वारा her nightmare that kept coming back every time she closed her eyes knowing that would be her last दिन to live if she refused Frollo Phoebus could tell the decision was upsetting her for it was a choice between life and death itself. "Belle the bon आग will soon and...
With what energy they had left, Carl, Rapunzel and Russell dragged the house to the spot on चोटी, शीर्ष of Paradise Falls, just as the helium finally ran down in the balloons. Rapunzel perched herself on the bottom step of the porch, gazing over the Falls. It was beautiful, and she could see now why it had been her mother’s dream to हटाइए the house there. Carl glanced down at the picture of the Falls and smiled in relief. They had done it.
“Here.” Russell broke the silence and Rapunzel turned in time to see him throw his sash to the floor. “I don’t want this anymore.”
Stepping from the porch, Belle and एंजल looked around. Never before had either of them seen so many colours all at once. After a while, their eyes were aching just looking at them.
“Tiny houses,” Belle observed. “I wonder who lives in them.”
“Hey, there’s a सड़क, स्ट्रीट sign,” एंजल said, but before either of them could go to it, something happened that distracted them completely. A bright blue light, like a star, suddenly burst into being before them and then, as it faded, the figure of a woman stood where it had been. She was beautiful, with blonde hair and kind eyes and wearing a...
Belle waited until after breakfast to tell her father what she had told her mother, about Frollo. Even though she kept reminding herself that he was her father and she didn’t need to be nervous about telling him anything, she felt nervous even so. It just felt awkward talking to her father about something so intimate.
“It has to be done,” she muttered to herself, before approaching him. He was standing over द्वारा the bow of the ship. “Papa, can we talk?”
Clayton smiled. “Of course, sweetie.” Then, he noticed the look on her face. “Belle, what’s wrong?”