The twist of time
The place was empty, she felt it. Or more like, she heard it. There was only silence around her. She was finally free to get out of the urn. Slowly, she reassembled herself. God, that was painful. But she knew it would be nothing compare to what might await her out there.
After she completely emerged from the urn, she looked around. She recognized the place instantly: the barn.
"I'm just next to the stables" she whispered, a small smile appeared on her face when she thought about all the happy moments she had spent there, taking care of the horses.
"But it's not a time to dwell on such frivolous activities" she reminded herself. "Let's see if your powers work the way they used to".
She removed her glove and froze the golden urn in which she had been hidden for a few hours. "That's for being so uncomfortable".
Why on earth had she suggested that going to the past, to the exact moment and to the exact place where Emma and Hook had returned to their rightful time was the best idea? Maybe she should have listened to her sister and just appear in the middle of the streets. No, that was foolish. But, then, Anna always had the craziest ideas.
She actually already missed her and the rest of her family. "Oh shut up, you should move before it's too late" she thought.
She hurried outside the barn and traced her way back at Granny's, leaving a slight trail of snow behind her. Unfortunately, just fifty feet away from her destination, she saw what she had dreaded. A woman's figure was leaving, no, running from the café.
"Okay girl, you better resolve this and fast" she told herself.
The Emma from this time had really screwed up.