This is a short story based on each of Emma's years.

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Disclaimer- My OC's belong to me, and anyone else remotely related to Frozen or ROTG.

Chapter One

A man paced in a small colonial house, that was silent, except for a loud huffing in a closed-off room. After what seemed like an eternity, the door to the room opened. A woman stepped out, smiling.

"Would you like to see your wife?" she asked, and the man nodded. He walked into the room. There was a woman laying on a bed, breathing heavily, and her brow was slick with sweat. In her arms was a small bundle, swaddled in cloths. The man turned to the woman standing next to the door.

"Is it a boy?" he asked hopefully. The woman shook her head, but smiled.

"Your wife has given birth to a beautiful baby girl. What will you name her?" she asked, and the man glanced at his wife, who looked down into the bundle in her arms.

"We'll decide alone. Thank you very much, ma'am. Goodnight." the man said. The woman nodded, and collected her things before leaving.

"What now, John?" the woman asked, unhappily, after the midwife had left. John walked over to his wife, and looked down at the baby girl in her arms. Her eyes were open wide, and they were a deep, chocolate brown. The baby smiled up at her parents, but they just frowned.

"It should have been a boy, Theresa." John said. Theresa nodded.

"I guess we have to deal with what we're given." she said.

One year later

"EMMA!" Theresa stalked towards her daughter, who giggled. She was sitting in the middle of a destroyed garden, covered in dirt.

"Mama!" the little girl said happily. Theresa scowled, and lifted her daughter from the dirt, holding her away at an arm's length.

"What did she do this time?" John asked as his wife walked into the door. Theresa placed Emma on the ground in front of the fireplace, and she got a large tub.

"Stupid girl got into my garden. Now I have to clean her and her clothing. This is why I wanted a son!" she said angrily. John frowned down at his daughter, who simply smiled up at her father, giggling. Unknown to the three, in the safety of the trees, a large, rabbit-looking creature watched them, looking in confusion and anger as the adults insulted the innocent little girl

The Next Year

Emma ran through the forest, laughing, followed by kids from her village.

"Be careful, Emma!" The oldest kids shouted, but the two-year old just giggled happily. She reached a small hill in a clearing, where she and the other kids grabbed hands, and danced around, having the time of their lives. Then, an angry shout reached their ears.

"Emma Kathrine!" John stormed up the hill, and the children scattered away from the furious father. Emma just looked up at him, her eyes wide and innocent.

"Yes Papa?" she asked sweetly. John grabbed her hand, and began to drag her away from the others.

"You were supposed to be helping your mother with the house cleaning! Not going and shirking responsibilities." he said. Emma looked down, with tears in her blue eyes.

"I'm sorry, Papa." she whispered. John looked back down to her, but his angry gaze remained the same.

"Come on. You have to get your chores done." he said. Emma nodded sadly. It was late at night by the time Emma was done with her work. She collapsed in the middle of the garden, her eyes dropping. The rabbit creature, who had been watching the little girl for a year, hopped out from his hiding spot in the forest, to where she was lying. He slowly stooped down, and gently picked the sleepy child up in his arms, cradling her carefully. He knew where her room was, having sneaked little gifts in there while she had been gone, so he brought her in through her window, laying her down in her bed. Emma woke up slightly as the creature placed her in her bed, and saw him disappear from her room.

Three Years Old

Emma had matured between two and three. She could now speak in complete sentences, and she was capable of doing chores, and doing whatever her parents needed her to do. Currently, the small girl was hanging clothing on a line outside her home. She was small, so the line was short, with a stool for her to stand on. Emma wasn't looking up at the beautiful sky, or looking around at the meadow next to her house. She was crying silently. She had turned into a young adult at the age of three, and she was crying because she knew that her parents didn't love her. The rabbit creature was watching her again, wanting to go over and comfort the young child. Emma glanced back, and smiled slightly at him through the trees. She had grown used to her silent guardian.

"Emma! Are you finished with those clothes yet?" Theresa yelled from the house. Emma wiped away her tears, and was about to call back when she gasped. The tears she had wiped away had frozen on her fingers.

"Well?" her parents stalked out of the house to find their daughter staring down at her hand.

"Emma Kathrine! Listen to us!" Theresa reached out a hand, and yelped when she touched Emma's shoulder. It was ice-cold.

"What is wrong with you?" the woman whispered, horrified. Emma turned to her parents, her hands now glowing blue, and snow began to slowly appear around them.

"She's cursed!" John said, backing away from Emma, and pulling Theresa with him. The rabbit creature scowled, but his eyes also clouded with confusion. Why would they say that?

"Witch." Emma's mother said.

"No. Mama, Papa, please! I'm not a witch!" Emma finally said, beginning to cry. Theresa took one more look at the crying girl, and immediately ran towards the village, followed closely by her husband. Emma ran after them.

"WITCH!" the adults screamed, and people began to pour into the streets. Emma stopped, and saw that everyone was staring at her. Then, a child pointed to her hands.

"They're glowing." the child said, and people took a look at her hands, and someone screamed. Emma's hands were blue, and snow began to fall heavily around her.

"MONSTER!""WITCH!""FREAK!" yells tore through the wind. Emma turned, and ran away from her home. The creature quickly bounded after her. People grabbed different items, and ran after her. The children she had played with, and laughed with chased after her, throwing rocks, sticks, and dirt at her. This was all deflected as Emma threw up ice shields around herself to protect herself. The small girl ran into the woods, and put up an even bigger wall of ice, in order to block their entrance. She ran into a small cave, and curled up, crying. She slowly fell asleep, not noticing the moon shining above her.

"My poor child. You have endured so much, for someone so small. You are your own guardian, my dear. I know someone who can help you." a calming voice rang throughout the cave, and a moonbeam touched Emma, and changed her hair to white, and, although they were closed, her eyes were changed to sky-blue. Outside, a snowstorm raged on, covering anything, and anyone who was out, in white, pure snow.

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The next chapter will be when she is on her own, and when she meets Jack and Elsa, from her point of view.

Love,

Enchantress