Author's Note: This is my first published CS fic. Please rate/favorite! :)

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The sun rose slowly over the trees, giving a calming light to the world around. Emma looked over at Hook—no, Killian. He was Killian now—and smiled softly. They sat on the dock in silence, and the reality of the missing Jolly Roger once again washed over her. He had traded his ship, his home for her. To save her. She looked at his sparkling blue eyes, gazing at her tenderly. He loved her. He had loved her for so long, and she felt ashamed of her walls, the ones she had put up because of Neal and Walsh and so many others, because they had taken so much of her happiness away.

And she began to cry, tears soaking her long flaxen hair and her blue blouse. Killian's eyes reflected his concern. He wrapped his arms around, the cool leather of his jacket sending chills up her arms. He gently lifted her chin to meet her eyes once again.

"Emma," he whispered. She was no longer just Swan to him. She had let him in. Emma had ripped down her walls—for him. He had never imagined to find this new love and redemption; the death of Milah had left him broken, far beyond his hope of repair. His quest for revenge had blinded him for too long, but when Emma dropped into his life, everything had changed. He chose her. Over revenge. Over his old life. He was no longer a bitter pirate; he was a hero.

As her emerald green irises met his, a wave of emotion exploded from the both of them. She breathed in roughly and managed out, "I love you."

Killian had never thought three words could sound so beautiful. He grinned at her, replying, "And I love you, Emma."

Her tears dried and their embrace became closer. Emma's eyes twinkled as she said, "Kiss me."

He smirked at her and ran his hand through her hair.

"As you wish."

But as he leaned in—and she leaned in with him—the air became chilly. Snow began to fall, and the dock froze over.

This was no natural change in weather. This was magic.

Their heads whipped around in unison to investigate, and found a woman with braided silver hair standing a few feet away, her light blue dress billowing in the wind.

"Hello, Hook. Fancy seeing you here," she called out tauntingly.

Emma looked at him, waiting for an explanation, but he gave none, only managing to whisper, "Elsa."

And she tried, Emma tried, but she felt her walls going back up, tall and frozen.