"I knew you could do it," Elsa let out exasperated, reaching forward and grabbing the woman's hands before her, quite honestly happy that she wasn't jolted backwards by Emma's hand touching hers. Her eyes searched the corners of the blonde's mouth as a smile tugged across her features from ear to ear. Out of everyone in StoryBrooke, Elsa was the only one to get through to Emma's negative impulses of magic, and help her to control it by controlling herself first. A girl she'd just met, a girl she'd never even had prior contact with, was the only one with the ability to get through to her even besides her mother, Snow White.
Emma let out a long sigh, and stared blankly at the cool, pale hands clasped onto hers. The blonde shifted her gaze to meet crystal blue eyes staring back, with a smile so bright, she couldn't help but expand her own. Emma moved her hands upward and around Elsa's frame, pulling her into a tight hug. She held onto the woman silently for a moment before letting out a, "Thank you," breathlessly. She pulled back slowly, almost hesitantly, as if she didn't want to lose the embrace they were sharing, but she felt that they both needed to return back to the town to find her family, and offer them a warm embrace for not listening to them when they asked for her trust in helping her. Snow had almost pleaded for her daughter to not give up her magic for them, but Emma paid no mind, and assumed was she was going to do what was for the best.
"Emma wait," Elsa said reaching for the blonde with an outstretched arm. Emma turned around reluctantly, the woman had taken a step forward, looking at her with a tinge of anxiousness in her eyes.
"What is it?" The blonde asked, reaching and holding onto her friend's shoulder, gripping her tightly, and searching her eyes for an answer to her question. Elsa opened her mouth slightly, lips parted barely, but no words came out, and she stifled a short chuckle, "Nevermind, I am glad that everything has worked out and you've found a way to control your magic," she stopped for a moment and smiled as Emma's hands fell to her sides, "I know how hard it is to overcome your inner fear and find yourself through ordeals like that." She stopped short and sighed softly, "I'm glad everything is going to be okay."
The blonde half-laughed, "For now." She turned away from Elsa, and made her way to exit the house. "You never know what will happen next in this God for saken town," she spat with an aggravated tinge in a way which made Elsa purse her lips and just follow on silently. The blonde turned back only once on their way back to the town, other than they it was a silent walk back.
"Shit," the brunette muttered into her hands, falling into her office chair, placing her elbows onto her desk, and pushing her face into her palms. She groaned longingly and debated going into town, but didn't want to face the outcome if Emma had not returned. She couldn't imagine her not being around for some reason. It just wouldn't be the same with Emma, for her sake, she assumed it was because she would have no one to argue you with at every fact. She slowly moved her elbows forward, slouching her position, and ended up slowly pushing her nameplate off of the desk. The woman jolted upright at the sound of the metal clanging on the ground, "Fuck," She groaned into her hands, as the door to the office slowly opened, letting out a short creak as it was pushed backward to its full extent.
"Regina," a familiar voice echoed into the room. Boots clicked on the ground, and the door slowly creaked, and snapped as it shut.
The mayor slowly inhaled through her nose, exaggerating clearly, and removed her face from her hands. She held her breath as Emma stood before her at her desk, an eyebrow raised, a clear expression of confusion.
"Miss Swan," Regina stated, standing and running her hands down her pencil skirt to smooth it out, "I see you've found your way back into town quite quickly." She eyed the blonde, trying to fall back into the regal "mayor" of Storybrooke, clearly not pulling it off enough for the blonde at all.
"It would seem I did, thanks to Elsa, Madam Mayor," the blonde huffed sarcastically with a smirk. "Where's the Ice Queen?" Emma straightened her posture and turned watching Regina, awaiting an answer as the brunette made her way over to a small table by the couch and reaching down, pouring herself a small glass of cider. She remained turned away from the blonde, "Why would I have any knowledge as to where Ice Bitch is?" Regina turned towards Emma, who was clearly unsatisfied by the answer.
"Can you ever just take something seriously for once?" Emma groaned annoyed by her cockiness. The blonde turned towards the door, "I'm going to go find Elsa. I left her at the station to ask around to see if anyone may know where the Ice Queen is." The blonde turned on her heel and made her way towards to the door, but was stopped short.
"You going to take her out for dinner too?" Regina rolled her eyes dramatically, turning and walking back towards her desk. Something deep down fumed inside her, but she ignored it as she returned to her seat and sat back down.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Emma groaned, aggravated at Regina, who was just fixing her hair. "Be on your way Ms. Swan," The brunette waved the blonde away, turning her attention back to some old paperwork that was quite irrelevant. She fixated her eyes on the work ignoring Emma as she spoke, "Why do you act like this? What is making you so spiteful towards her?" She huffed shaking her head, swung the door open, and slammed it shut, leaving to find Elsa back at the station.
Regina, locked her jaw then sighed, placing the pen she had in her hands down beside the paperwork and fell backward in her chair, gripping the handles. It wasn't that she hated Elsa, per say, she just didn't appreciate the closeness between Emma and her. They'd become close and Regina had barely seen Emma since. Not that it mattered to her anyway, right? The brunette shifted uncomfortably in her seat and slowly leaned forward, placing her face back into her hands and muttering a short, "Fuck".
Emma threw her car keys onto her desk, dumping and discarding some files onto the ground from past and current investigations. She threw her jacket onto her chair and kicked it away as she placed her hands on her hips and looked down. She sighed. Regina had irritated her so much, but after the snarky remark about Elsa, she'd lost her temper. Why was Regina acting as if they were in some type of relationship? Was she jealous of the friendship her and Elsa had?
"Emma," a soft voice came through the front door of her office, making her snap her head up and look for the source. Elsa stood in the frame of the doorway, with a worrisome look on her features.
"Are you okay?" She stepped forward towards Emma, her lips parted partially awaiting an answer as the other woman stepped forward around her desk and over the papers that lay around the floor.
"I'm okay Elsa," she smiled faintly, turning and looking at the mess she had made and sighed, shoving her hands into her back pockets and looking back at Elsa. "Everything's okay," she shifted faintly, "... you know, I never officially thanked you for helping me Elsa, without you, I would've essentially destroyed myself and everyone around me." She smiled ear to ear as the woman in front of her stepped forwards to her, maybe a foot away which made Emma remove her hands from her back pockets and let them fall to her sides.
Elsa laughed softly, "Emma, you don't need to thank me," she stopped short for a moment and glanced down before taking a step forward and looking back up at Emma.
Emma eyed the crystal eyes staring through at her own. She tracked their movement, looking for an answer. The other woman was only a breaths distance away from her and she shifted a bit, waiting for a response.
"Emma," she spoke softly, "I wanted to help you, I don't know what it is..." She looked down for a moment then back up, "There's something that almost makes us alike Emma, I'm drawn to you." She looked back up searching Emma's face who looked rather confused. Elsa bit the inside of her lip and searched for an answer in herself on what to do.
"Elsa I don't under-" the blonde was cut off quickly by soft lips pushed softly against hers. It was innocent, but forceful, and for some reason Emma found herself returning the kiss. Emma got lost slowly in the kiss for a moment, feeling every negative thought fade away and get lost in a blur of lust and innocence in one.
Elsa pulled back quickly, "I'm sorry." A flurry fell slowly in the room, small flakes twisting from the ceiling out of no where. She shook her head, mouth open slightly, and turned. Despite, Emma's protests for her to stop and just wait for a moment, she disappeared.
Emma was left alone in the silence as one final snowflake fell, trying to grasp what had just happened as her lips still tingled from the coolness of Elsa. What the hell do I do now, she thought to herself.