Anonymous prompt on Tumblr: If Elsa was still in Storybrooke when Emma became the Dark One
Darkness.
Surrounding the being, taking her. She can feel it, taste it at the tip of her tongue. It's always been there, but now… she can sense it.
It's sweet, it's freeing, it's addictive. Oh! She's burning from inside. Delightfully.
She breathes deeply, taking as much air she can to inside her lungs. After a couple of seconds, the being releases it at once, letting a gasp escape from between her lips. Delicious.
Don't stop.
She feels the burning becoming almost unbearable. Please, please, please. Her body stiffens, every muscle of it contracting in the most heavenly way. Emma! Her cry trespass the confines of her minds and pass through her lips into a desperate, succulent call.
It's powerful in a distinctive way. She can feel the world merging inside her.
And she fully becomes darkness.
And light.
She opens her eyes to find her green gaze. Emma.
Elsa.
Emma.
I love you.
I love you too.
They don't need to speak those words. There is a bridge connecting them: the dagger's power and their love snuggling against each other peacefully inside her. They have become the bridge between darkness and light.
Elsa followed her instincts Emma had become the Dark One and her family turned her back to her — not forever, they said; just until we figure out what to do.
And when her rushed, clumsy attempt of a first kiss had turned into a True Love's kiss, the former Savior finally felt freed. Not from the darkness — and she doesn't even wanted this part of Emma to disappear —, but from her own fears.
And now— now darkness and light merge between them. Light and darkness, True Love and the dagger, Emma and Elsa: they created the bridge.
The ice queen reaches out to touch Emma's hand on her growing belly, touching their bridge, their daughter, their Hope.
We've flow afar
Beyond the sea
To find each other finally
We've waited long and patiently
To build a bridge between dualities
(Twin Flames - Epica)