Hello there! It's been such a long time... I was at a complete lost for inspiration. Then Captain Swan happened and I'm just GAAAAAHHH XD. This story has already been submitted to my blog on Tumblr under this same name (proud-to-be-hooked).

First, some explaining (SPOILERS AHEAD): Emma and Killian still share that kiss (kisses) outside of Granny's but they're not together. The reason as to why is answered here. Please be patient: the cs goodness will happen later on.

Note: My version of Elsa differs from both the original and Disney versions. You can call it a mix of the two.

Thank you!

Summary: A weird kind of snow has started falling over Storybrooke and the new kid in town might just be the cause of it.


"Son of a bitch."

If getting out of work late at night, when said night was as freaking freezing your metaphorical balls off as this night was, being buried to the knees in snow after so much as taking a step out of the station and have chosen to wear a dress that day so that her legs were immediately drenched through her stockings wasn't enough to get her in a sour mood, then the fact that her car, it's heating system her sole comfort on a night like this, was stuck. A loud honk sounded when she punched the wheel in frustration.

"Where the hell is all this snow coming from?". Turning off the engine and stepping out of the bug, Emma slammed the door loudly behind her and hugged herself, slapping herself mentally for her very springy choice of clothing that morning. She briefly considered how the hell did it turn from a sunny, dry morning into a chilling, windy, snowy night.

Giving a shrug (which quickly turned into a shiver), she started walking, with difficulty, towards her parent's loft.

After 2 minutes she was frozen to the core from both her soaking legs and feet and the snow that wouldn't just stop falling. Despite the late hour, she seriously started considering calling David to pick her up when she heard a crunch of snow behind her. She didn't turn around or stopped walking; her years as a bail bond person taught her that in a situation like this, when she was the one being followed, the best course of action would be gaining the upper hand with the element of surprise. Quickly looking around she noticed the alleyway besides Golds shop. Plan quickly forming in her mind, Emma continued her unhurried walk, diverting her path to the left. Reaching the end of the building, she quickly darted into the alley, hiding herself from view. Figuring she had only a few seconds before her follower reached the alley, she grabbed her gun from her holster, glued herself to the wall and waited. The footsteps were light and slow, but definitely coming her way. Taking a long breath to steady her, Emma counted to 5 and, gun ready, stepped into their path.

"Hands up, now!".

The first thing she noticed, as her follower stopped in front of her, was that they were smaller than her. Probably even teenage size. They were wearing a long grey cloak that covered them from head to toe. The second thing, and probably the most weird (if she even considered anything weird these days) was that they didn't react to a gun being pointed at their face. Okay, either this kid was blind (not probable, as they seemed to be able to stalk her just fine) or they didn't know what a gun was.

Not taking any chance, Emma didn't lower her weapon.

"I said, hands up!".

Slowly they raised their hands and, as their cloak opened, she could see they were wearing a dress.

"Okay, good. Listen kid, I'm gonna ask you to lower your hood and show me your face."

The girl quickly started reaching for her hood.

Emma stepped forward suddenly. "Careful!"

Flinching, she slowly grabbed the top of her hood and brought it down around her shoulders.

Emma's hold on her weapon sagged and she rolled her eyes.

"You've got to be kidding me."

The girl looked at her feet and brought her cloak tightly around her.

Emma knew that look all too well; this kid was lost. Either literally or figuratively was to be determined.

Sighing, she trusted her instincts that this kid wasn't gonna stab her or something, and holstered her gun.

"Hey." - she said stepping up to the girl, who gasped and stepped back. Emma put her hands in front of her as a sign of peace. "It's okay kid, I'm not gonna hurt you."

The girl looked up from the snow covered ground, to Emma's hands and to her face. Emma gave her a tentative smile which the girl returned carefully.

Alright, not too shabby. She secretly congratulated herself; dealing with kids was not her forte. (Except Henry of course, but that kid was an angel compared to some she had encountered during her pre-Storybrooke years).

Slowly lowering her hands, Emma dimmed it wise to ask the question she already knew the answer to but still hoped she was imagining it.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and asked, fingers crossed.

"Are you, by any means, Queen Elsa?"

For one split second she almost sighed in relief; thank god, one person that walked into this god forsaken town that didn't jump from a fairytale.

"Y-You know who I am?" - the girl asked timidly, blue eyes growing as strands of silver-blonde hair that had fallen from her classic up do billowed in the harsh wind.

Well, so much for that.


TBC