Prologue


Ten seconds ago, Storybrooke had been at peace.

The Charmings had been sitting outside of Granny's Dinner, enjoying the unusually cold Maine weather when a rouge snow ball flew across the sky over innocent diners. A few silently ducked out of the way, but most screamed and dove under the tables for cover. Red, who had been serving just seconds ago, ducked, almost effortlessly, just a moment before it hit her, clearing the path for a civilian.

Whoever the snow ball had been intended for, no one knew. But the victim was none other than Prince Charming himself, who had been hit square in the face after turning to see why everyone had been screaming in the first place.

Across the same table, Snow White covered her mouth in shock. Or rather that's what it had been. Now it was to hide the smile that had broken out over her face. Next to her, Emma looked down at the concrete in an attempt to hide her amusement at the turn of events. And across the table from Emma, sat Neil, who by no means was making any effort to hide his amusement in the situation.

Charming sat there still turned in his chair with disbelief evident on his face. Behind him his wife snickered, and from the corner of his eye he saw Henry's father was nearly falling over in his chair with laughter.

As it turns out, laughter is contagious, and soon most of the outside patrons were laughing along with Neil. Even Snow, who had had the courtesy to at least try and stifle herself at first, was now leaning over and clutching her stomach. Emma remained starring at the ground, still trying not to laugh.

"Go back to your food, people." Charming grumbled before turning back around. At this point, both Neil and Snow were gasping for breath, leaning against the table for support. Charming cleared his throat and changed the topic. "So, Emma, when is Henry going to be here?"

She looked up from the floor, then back down at her watch. "Any minute actually."

A few minutes passed. Red had come and gone with their orders and, like always, the silence fell into its awkward stage. So they silently sat, half expecting another disaster to befall upon Storybrooke at any given moment. Then finally, Henry came walking up the street a smile on his face.

He paused, looked around and joined them, breaking out into an even bigger smile. "Hey guys!" He said, before taking a place between Neil and Charming. "Wow, what happened to you?" He asked Charming.

"A stray snow ball hit him." Neil spoke up. This, of course sent Henry and Neil through a case of the giggles.

"It wasn't that funny." Charming mumbled.

"It was Henry, but Charming is just embarrassed." Snow said. Charming shot her a glare, but she ignored it and went back to reading instead.

The five sank back into silence.

That was until Henry spoke seven tiny words.

"We should have a snow ball fight!"

The four adults and the one child looked amongst each other looked upon each other for a second, then at everyone else for a few more. Suddenly they leapt up, scattering in group.

"The dinner is off limits!" Red yelled. Hopefully her friend and her family had caught that.


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