The Jolly Roger rests at the docks of Storybrooke, gently rocking in the water. The tired sky dresses in its starry nightgown. The waves play music, singing against the ship.
Elsa leans on the wooden railing. Despite the dim lighting, her blue dress still sparkles. Strands of her hair waltzes in the wind. She wears a smile and twirls the cape around her finger. She chuckles, looking at her captain.
Killian stands by the beauty's side. His eyebrow lifts. Those fingertips of his brushes the bend of her elbow. He moves in front of Elsa and positions his arm to one side of her, grabbing hold of the railing.
His closeness surges electricity in her veins. The sheer cape slips from her grasp. With a chuckle, she lifts her head. Elsa's lips part when his touches hers, allowing him entrance. Their kiss is a dance of desire in a fast-paced song. A moan joins the melody. Killian brushes his queen's cheek. Chest-to-chest, Elsa follows his lead with as much passion as him.
When their dance is done, a sound captures their attention. The captain raises his hook. By the magic from his beauty, the hook freezes; ice grips it entirely. Elsa laughs nervously and looks down, slightly pink. Killian lifts her chin, flashing one of his grins.
"What else can you do?" he asks, voice husky.
Wearing a small smile, Elsa takes hold of his hook. Her hands tingle with magic, love. The ice melts, licking her fingers. After it defrosts, she embraces it on her chest. Raising his eyebrow once more, the pirate wraps his good arm around her then hoists her upon the railing. A giggle breaks free from the queen, and their mouths dance again.