So I've had this idea in my head for quite some time now, I hope you like it!

Storytype: Sort of a cross-over, but I don't really like to see it as that.
Rating: T, but who knows.
Summary: A new princess comes to Storybrooke, but as time passes the residents of Storybrooke realize she might not be so new. (No OC's)
Characters: Elsa of Arendelle, The Evil Queen/Regina M., Snow White/Mary Margaret B.

More than anything Elsa wanted to go back. She knew time was passing, it had to be. She could see the sun setting and rising. But in her castle, it seemed time stood still. She was never hungry, never sleepy. She never had any need to use the bathroom. She never smelled, her hair was never greasy. Time had been frozen and yet it had been passing. It was odd. She knew she should've gone back when Anna had come for her. Instead she had told her sister to go away. And so very out of character for the girl, Anna had listened and left. So that next morning, even though "next" wasn't really the correct word in her situation, she walked down the stairs of her ice palace and went for it. Back to Arendelle. The cold never bothered her, so she had that, but the journey took some hours. When she walked into the village she noticed it had changed. It was summer, she hadn't seen summer for a while. She walked to the castle, all looked at her, her dress was so different, she stood out. She fastened her pace, for she had no desire to speak to anyone except Anna. When she finally reached the castle-gates she was stopped by their guards. Guards she had never met before.

"Please." She said. "I need to speak to Anna."

The guard looked at her, took in her strange appearance and then, with a shocked look on his face he managed to get out: "Queen Anna?"

Queen Anna... Well, she supposed it was likely her sister took the throne. "It's me, Elsa." She left out her title, she supposed she was no more a queen than he was. The man hesitantly nodded and walked inside. A moment later he came back.

"You may follow me."

And so Elsa did. All who lived in the castle, faces she had never seen before, looked at her. Some shocked, some questioning, some angry or sad. Elsa decided to ignore them and walked with her head held high and her eyes pointed only at the back of the guard. As she walked into the room she knew the bal had been in, she couldn't help but notice all the changes. It looked the same and yet so different. On the throne her father had once sat, where she had once sat, a middle aged man had perched his behind. "Welcome." He spoke. "I am king Kristoff. You claim to be Elsa?"

"I am. Is Anna here? I've missed her." She said.

"You can't be Elsa, woman, Elsa is older than my wife." He scoffed. She thought she had heard some hostility in his voice.

She shrugged. "I don't know who your wife is."

"Queen Anna is my wife." He barked. "And she has been for the past twenty-eight years. So that begs the question, why does a teenager claim to be my wife's sister?" He rose from his chair and looked at her. She knew him, or at least, she thought she did. He looked oddly familiar. "Well?"

"I am Queen Elsa!" She exclaimed. "Where's Anna?"

He raised from his (her) throne. "I will not let you upset her, you awful woman. Do you think this kind of sick jokes are funny? My wife was distraught after Elsa's departure, she wept for days on end. She barely ate! It took years for her to enjoy life again, for her to feel less alone, less abandoned. I'm not gonna allow you to destroy her again. I won't!"

After some silence, Elsa decided to speak again. "Please. I am Elsa."

"I won't lie. I've only seen her once, but you do look an awful lot like her. But that was almost thirty years ago. She would've been fourthy-eight by now, almost fifty."

Elsa shrugged. "I don't know what happened either. I... It... I thought I'd only seen Anna yesterday. But when I walked into the village, the castle, I think somehow, time stopped for me. Just me... I don't know how, but please, let me see my sister. Let me make amens."

He rubbed his forehead. "Well, I'll let her judge." He told his guard to fetch Anna. "If you hurt her, I won't hesitate to end you. My poor wife has been through enough." Not a minute later her Anna walked in, almost ran in, her eyes full of excitement and fear.

"Kristoff, what's..." The woman looked at Elsa, not believing her eyes.

"Mother?" Elsa cried. "You're alive! I can't believe this, I thought you died at sea! Is father here too?" She rambled after she had thrown her arms around the woman. "You're back."

The woman placed her hands on Elsa's shoulders and pushed her a bit back. "Elsa?"

"Yes, mother, it's me. I know I've aged a bit since you saw me last, I was only sixteen, but I promise it's me. I can't wait to see Anna!" Elsa started to look around, expecting her sister to show up any second.

"Elsa... I'm Anna." She said.

Elsa let go of the woman she thought was her mother. "What? No, Anna is still a child. She can't be you, she is younger than I."

"You look exactly the same... Like you're still eighteen... What happened?"

Elsa looked at Anna, then at the floor. "This isn't right... Something is wrong!" Anna tried rubbing her sister's arm. "No! Don't touch me! I might hurt you!" Elsa started to walk back, just as Anna started to object. "No!" She cried before running away, so oddly similar like she did apparently so many years ago. But this time, as she ran across the lake a strange feeling took over, it warmed her heart a bit, before a blinding light tore her through the ice, into the cold water. Elsa figured this was it. Something had gone wrong and she was drowning. She didn't really mind, actually, the feeling was rather comfortable. The cold water only touched her skin for a second, then it warmed up. The dark water turned a nice calm shade of blue and the surface, which too had been dark, became white. She closed her eyes and let the current take her. A split second later she opened them again. A lake doesn't have currents, not like these anyway. And the water really was warm, it wasn't her imagination. She started swimming, her cape held her back just a bit. Then her head rose above the surface. Her mind was still a bit foggy from the lack of air, so when she felt a set of hands starting to pull her from the water she didn't object. She didn't fight, screaming for them not to touch them for she might cause them harm. The cold water was quickly replaced by sand and she knew she had been rescued. Two fingers were placed on her neck and then she heard some soothing voices.

"She's alive. And breathing."

"Oh thank god. I'm glad you noticed her, Emma, I barely saw her."

"Who is she?"

"I don't know her."

"Well, who did she used to be then? What's her fairy-tale name?"

"I said I don't know."

"She looks like a princess, Mary Margaret, I mean look at that dress."

"Why would she wear it?"

"Maybe she's new. Could it be she jumped a portal?"

"It's possible."

"Hey." She heard, she felt a hand rubbing her shoulder. "Girl, wake up." Elsa opened her eyes and saw two women, one blonde and one brunette. The blonde smiled at her. "Well, I'm glad you're awake. I wasn't particularly looking foreword to having to carry you all the way to the car."

Elsa sat up and rubbed her head. "What's a car?"

The blonde smirked. "She really is a princess." She said to the brunette. Then she turned her attention back to Elsa. "What's your name?"

"I'm Elsa. Elsa of Arendelle." Anna was queen now, Elsa wasn't anything.

The brunette stepped in. "I have not heard of that kingdom. I assume you are a princess?"

"I used to be... Before..." Elsa jumped up. "You need to stay away from me!" She cried. "Please, I have no wish to harm you."

"Hey, hey, relax okay? You won't harm us. I'm Emma and this is Mary Margaret, or Snow I guess." The blonde smiled as she approached the even blonder girl. "You're in storybrooke, Maine."

Elsa rubbed her hands and pressed them to her chest. "I haven't heard of your realm either. You look different." She said. Then she looked at herself. "I look different too." She stretched her arms and fingers in front of her to get a good look at them.

"How did you get here, Elsa?" Emma asked.

"I don't know. All I know is that I was running from my... Anna's castle. I was afraid I might hurt her again." She said. Emma and Mary Margaret gave her a smile as though she should continue. "I have magic." Elsa knew she shouldn't have told them. Back home they almost murdered her on the square when they found out. "But I don't want to hurt anyone, I swear. I'm not a witch! I was born with magic but I can't lose it and..."

Emma cut her off. "Elsa, relax. We have magic here."

"You do?"

"Yeah... that's basically how we got here. I have magic, Regina, our former mayor, has a whole lot of magic. Almost everyone here does, all a little different." Emma smiled. "Maybe we should get you to Regina... She'll know what to do with you."

"Regina?" Mary Margaret questioned. "I'm not sure Emma..."

"I trust her whole lot more than Mr. Gold."

Mary Margaret nodded. "I guess... Go ahead, call her." As Emma grabbed her phone and dialed, Elsa had a confused look in her eyes. "It's a phone." Mary Margaret explained. "It's something of todays technology. Don't worry, you'll catch on soon enough. God knows Cora did." Emma started walking, still on the phone and motioned for them to follow.

"So what sort of lands are these? There's magic and technology... Nothing like I've ever seen or heard of before."

"We're guessing you got here through a portal, we're hoping either Regina or Mr. Gold can confirm, which could be great news for us because we want to go home too."

"I don't want to go home... There's nothing left for me there." Elsa smiled sadly as she hugged her waist.

"What happened?"

Elsa sighed. "When the townspeople found out about by magic on coronation-day I ran to the mountains and I build an ice-castle. A few days later my sister, Anna, came and she tried to get me to go home with her. I was scared and angry but finally free, I didn't have to hide anymore, so I told her to go, which she did. A week later I started to miss her so I went to the castle. Nobody believed I was the former Queen Elsa because I still looked the same. And everyone and everything had changed so much. Apparently I had not been gone for a week and a half but for almost thirty years. Anna looked like mother... And I looked like myself. I was so scared, I ran and I fell into a lake. Next thing I know I was here."

"Almost thirty years?" Mary Margaret looked frightened if not extremely upset. "Like twenty-eight years?"

"exactly that! How did you know?"

Mary Margaret ran her hand through her short brown hair and gasped. "Because time stood still here the exact same amount. I'm Emma's mother."

"What does that mean?"

"I don't know. I hope Regina does."

I'm stopping it here... the plot twist will be saved for next chapter. Please tell me what you think! It's not really a Frozen crossover, I sorta took her and placed her in this story, I know we probably won't see Anna or Arendelle again.

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PS: I can't wait for the return of OUAT tomorrow!