Hey, I'm finally back! I've enjoyed most of this season (excluding the lack of creativity in writing the lines that are very similar to that of Frozen). I couldn't really find a story that hones in on the exceptional friendship that was created between Elsa and Emma so I wrote one!
I did NOT write this to be romantic between the two of them, in any way. Just pure, adulterated friendship. Enjoy and please review! :)
Saying goodbye has never been an issue for her. Honestly, goodbyes were the easiest thing in her life because she never really had anything to miss or to genuinely say farewell to… Until Storybrooke, until Henry, until her parents. Now she can't imagine leaving their sides, but the good thing is she doesn't have to. She can stay in Storybrooke, and have her family and friends… for the most part.
Emma solemnly walks along side her parents and Henry, trying not to think about the women walking a few paces behind them. Elsa and Anna, with Kristoff too, are holding tightly onto each other and reminiscing about something it sounds like, based off Anna's constant chatter and Elsa's occasional laugh. Emma resists the urge to slow her steps and join in with her new friends. No, she scolds herself as the thought crosses her mind once again, they're leaving to go home. You already got too attached. A painful pang from old wounds keeps thudding in her chest, reminding her that getting close to people in the first place is a gamble. This situation reminds her of Lily, and the whirlwind friendship that ended in an incredible amount of pain for her. That was completely different, and you know it. The voice inside her head is harsh. Elsa going home to where she belongs is different than Lily's lies about where she belongs.
"It's where they belong… not with me." Emma absent-mindedly murmurs under her breath. Unfortunately for her, Snow, who is walking beside her, hears just enough of it.
"Emma, what do you mean?" The realization that Snow heard her forcibly pulls her from her thoughts. She looks up with a well practiced innocently confused face (when she got better and it actually worked, it helped her survive the foster system) at Snow.
"What, mom?" As soon as she says the word mom and sees Snow smile at her, Emma realizes that using the term, and her expression, have distracted Snow enough for Snow to shake it off. They continue walking towards the house Mr. Gold described had the portal inside, the portal to Arendelle.
"So this is it, huh? The way home?" Anna's words make the dull pain in her chest thud harder. Stop being selfish by wanting them to stay! The group stops in front of the large, gated house. While she realizes Snow and Charming turned around to nod a comfortingly reply, she can't make herself face her friend. After a slight second of holding out on her part, Emma can feel a pair of eyes bore into the back of her head. She can feel her friend's blue eyes begging for her to turn and give her a comforting sign, but Emma can't do it.
"Gold said he disenchanted the cloaking spell so the door to get you guys home should be right inside." Emma is impressed that her own voice held strong and void of any negative emotion. Despite herself, she won't reveal how much the thought of Elsa leaving hurts. She won't do that to Elsa, with the realization Elsa would feel guilty for leaving. She doesn't want that.
"Emma-"
"That Mr. Gold sure is nice." Emma heard Elsa call her name, only to let Anna speak. She lets out a quiet sigh and begins the short walk to the house. Her family, and the Arendellian's follow her.
The cold of the door handle bites at her palm. She hesitates for a few seconds, hopefully giving everyone else the idea that she's waiting for them when in reality she is gathering herself. Keep in control. You can let go when you're alone. As soon as Henry is right beside her, Emma opens the door. The sound of the old door swinging open echoes in the empty house. She doesn't realize she hasn't moved until Snow's gentle hand on her elbow nudges her into motion. Holding her breath, she turns the corner to look into the living room. She feels a twinge of happiness as she lets out the breath that there's no door. However, the sight of Henry eagerly dashing into a study room takes that selfish happiness away. As she enters the grand room, her face falls at the sight of the crested door.
One chapter down, one more to go.