So, everyone remembers the episode where David was saying Thanksgiving dinner would suck. And since it's Thanksgiving, I figured, "Why not write a fanfiction about it?" Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! I hope you enjoyed a nice day with your families. :)
Oh, and it's officially been a year since Frozen came to theaters. So, happy birthday, Frozen!
Emma banged her fist on the desk. For the fifth time, she helped her mother fill out the information to create a Facebook account, but the message still popped up saying that an error had occurred. "Emma, it's not that serious," Mary Margret reassured.
"I know, but the one time you actually want to use Facebook, this happens!" the blonde ranted. Elsa, hearing the rant, looked up from the endless sea of documents she was searching through for any leads on her sister. "You can make a book out of faces?" she asked, confused.
"No, it's something on the Internet," Emma explained, knowing Elsa wasn't familiar with all of this technology stuff yet.
"The Inter-what?"
"Oh, never mind." Just then, David came rushing into the door of the sheriff's station. "Any leads on the Snow Queen?" she asked him. "Or on our escaped convict?"
"Not yet," David replied. "But I have an idea about that Facebook problem." He walked over to Mary Margret and handed her his iPhone. "Just use my app," he told her. "I already friended everyone the both of us know."
"Thank you… Charming," his wife replied, grinning as she used her nickname. They kissed each other, Emma turned away, and Elsa went back to looking at her files.
Henry sat in a chair in the corner, holding his baby uncle. Suddenly, he lifted his head up. "You know, I was thinking…" he began. "Thanksgiving is coming up. Are we having anyone over?"
"Oh… I-I mean…" David stammered, obviously flustered.
"David, what's wrong?" asked Mary Margret.
"Nothing, it's just… I know Regina is Henry's other mom, but… is it really a good idea to have her and Emma in the same house together after what happened?"
"Well," Emma started, "if she wants to try to kill me, then she can kiss my-"
"UGH!" Elsa grunted, throwing papers across the room. "This is pointless!" Emma started over toward her friend just as the snow began to swirl around her. "Elsa, it's going to be okay," she comforted, placing her hand on the queen's shoulder. "We'll find her."
Elsa's heavy breathing slowed somewhat. She squeezed Emma's hand, and the snow stopped. "I hope you're right," she finally managed.
It was at that moment that Hook entered the station. He saw Elsa nearly in tears, and Emma trying to comfort her. He also saw everyone shift their attention from the two women to him. "I… can always come back later," he announced tentatively.
"No, it's okay," lied Emma, letting go of Elsa's hand, and Elsa went to pick up the paper she threw across the room. "Everything's fine."
"Right…"
"Alright, so Regina is a maybe," Henry spoke up, trying to change the subject. "What about my Grandpa R?"
"Grandpa R?" asked David.
"Yeah, it's what I'm calling Rumplestiltskin. You're Grandpa C, because you're Prince Charming, and he's Grandpa R. So, can he come over?"
"He is a changed man," Mary Margret said. "I don't see why not."
"Okay," Henry grinned. "But… does this mean I have to call Belle 'Grandma' now?"
This made everyone laugh a little. Even Elsa smiled bigger than usual. "So, we're going to have a Charming Family Thanksgiving… plus my other Mom, Grandpa R, and Belle," thought Henry out loud. "I can't wait…"