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To Melt her Frozen Heart

- By MegannRosemary.


Emma woke to a tickling on her cheek.

She brushed it away absentmindedly.

God she was sluggish.

She forced open her eyes only to be met with dazzling blue eyes and blonde hair tickling her cheek. Was she dreaming? Or was Elsa leaning over her. She could remember what had happened.

"Oh thank goodness," The vision before her rambled hastily, "I thought I might have hurt your heart. I've done it before, to my sister you know. It was so terrible and I'm so sorry,

A single tear dribbled down her cheek where it immediately froze into a perfect crystal.

Emma reached out to brush the tear away. She was met with warmth, and the softest skin she'd ever felt.

She wasn't a vision.

She was most definitely alive.

"Elsa," Emma mumbled though chattering teeth, "God I hope you don't see me as your sister."

Elsa pulled away, hugging her arms to her chest, "I'm sorry...I did not mean to offend you. "

"You didn't offend me," She replied honestly, "I just can't think my sister is hot."

"You have a sister?"

"No no no," Emma laughed, pulled herself into a sitting position. She looked around at the glistening ice around her and the memories of the pervious few hours came rushing back. "If you thought I was you sister instead of friends or something, then I couldn't think you were hot." She sighed deeply, her breath puffing out in white cloud as she continued, "If you thought that I was like your sister, then I couldn't do this... "

Emma leaned forward, brushing her thumb over the pale cheek before her, and placed a soft kiss on her mouth.

Elsa gasped, her hand covering her mouth as if to hold onto the brief kiss. She shivered, surprised by the instant heat that travelled though her body and settled in an unfamiliar place.

Then her eyes flashed quickly and she pushed herself to her feet, before gracefully running away.

"Shit," Emma scrubbed at her face with her hands. "Why do I have to be so dumb. "

She got herself to her feet and sluggishly made her way back to the Charming's apartment. She'd give the young woman some space, give her the chance to calm down. At the same time, giving Emma the chance to knock some sense into her mind. She knew that she couldn't blame what had just happened entirely on the cold.

She flopped on her bed, the springs squeaking, and pulled a flannel blanket over her still chilled body.

Elsa I'm sorry.

She must have dozed off again, because when she opened her eyes, there was Henry standing over her with his hands on his hips.

" Hey Ma do you know why Elsa is causing a huge snowstorm in the woods? "The town is getting pretty worried, you should go get her. You're the Sherriff and everyone will listen."

"Cant David do it." She stretched, absentmindedly noticing the stiffness in her joints.

Henry shook his head, "He's the one that sent me to get you, he's busy catching some dog again".

"I...,"She flicked through her phone to find 11 missed calls. Yeah people are freaked all right. She sighed, "Yeah I'll go take care of it."

She drove the bug as far as she could down the winding backcountry roads. She drove until she could no longer see through the snow, and the wheels of her car lost traction. She pulled over to what she hoped was the side of the road and climbed out of the car to struggled through the snow in what she hoped was the right direction. Snow dripped uncomfortably down her back as it fell from trees that still sported wide green leaves.

Eventually she stepped into the calm, quiet eye of the storm. Elsa sat beneath a tree, hugging her knees to her chest and hiding her face in the curtain of blonde hair that had been released from her long braid.

"Elsa, hey," Emma spoke as softly as she could, hoping she wouldn't frighten the already shaking woman.

"Emma please go away." She whispered, ducking her head so that Emma might miss the tears streaming down her cheeks.

She didn't.

"Hey, hey don't cry." Emma sank down beside her, the ass of her jeans instantly soggy from the wet ground. How she longed to pull the younger woman into her arms, but she risked spooking Elsa again. She settled for an awkward pat on her arm. "I'm sorry, I kissed you earlier."

The other woman only cried harder, her tears sliding down her face unchecked.

Emma scooted a few inches closer to the other woman. She sighed softly, "Actually no, I'm not sorry I kissed you, because I liked it a lot. I am sorry that I made you so upset."

Elsa looked up then, white hot anger flashing in her brilliant blue eyes. "You took my first kiss away. You took it and I can never have it back."

Emma sagged against the tree, her guilt roiling in her stomach. "I..I wasn't thinking."

"Clearly." The younger woman bit off. "I suppose you'll say that we can blame it on the cold, the reason why you weren't thinking straight."

Emma chucked, "Nope, definitely not thinking straight."

"Why are you laughing at me?" Elsa pulled away like she'd been burned.

"I'm sorry, it was just a joke from this land." Shit, she was just making it worse.

Her lower lip trembled and her voice shook, "This land is confusing and scary. In Arendelle, I had finally been accepted by my people, I had reunited with my sister, I was happy. Now I'm here, in this terrible land, and I have to start all over again." She pulled at her dress, "Even the way I dress is entirely ridiculous here."

Elsa collapsed into shuddering sobs once again," I just hate it here"

Emma did take her into her arms then, settling as comfortably as possible against the tree and pulling her into her lap. She gasped in absolute surprise, the woman in her arms wasn't cold. Far from it in fact. She was warm, so warm, and it sent delicious shivers down her spine.

Elsa clutched at her shirt and buried her head in her neck, her tears immediately soaking into Emma's shirt. She found that she didn't mind, not when Elsa felt so right in her arms. "Shhhh Elsa, it's going to be ok."

"How can you say that? I've been here for such a small time and I've already made such a mess. In Arendelle they would have forced me out of my home again and banished me from the town."

"That won't happen here ok, I won't let that happen to you." She hugged her just a little bit tighter, and spoke strained voice, "I know it will be ok, you have to believe me, because not so long ago, I was in the same position as you. "

"You've made snowstorms?" She mumbled into Emma's neck, her breath hitching with new sobs.

"No, but I arrived here in Storybrooke and it was so different from the previous 28 years of my life. Until then, I lived wit out magic, I lived without fairy tale creatures. All of a sudden I was being taken to the enchanted forest, then I was taken to Neverland. I was afraid and lost just like you. But now this is home; my parents are here, my son, Regina, Henry's other grandfather. They're all here and I'm happy to be in this strange world with them. I mean of course some things totally freak me out and catch me off guard. Your snow monster for example. But I'm comfortable here. I'm home. I'm really home," She finished breathlessly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry about the snow monster and I'm sorry about the storm."

"It's alright, " Emma let her fingers tangle in Elsa's long blonde hair, smoothing it down her back. "Nobody got hurt ok, we're just fine." She pushed forward, knowing she'd hit the nail on the head with her next comment. "I know what it's like to miss your family, I didn't know mine until I was 28..."

"It's not the same," She sighed, shoulders heaving with anguish, "I knew them all my life and it only hurts more now that they're gone."

"We'll find them, and your sister." Emma tried earnestly.

"Don't give me hope like that."

"It's not false though," She sighed, "Even if we can't find them, I promise we'll find you the answers you need so you can be at peace."

At last the younger woman lifted her head, her deep blue eyes boring into Emma's own sparkling green, "Why are you nice to me after all that I've done?"

Emma brushed at the trail of tears on her cheeks and tucked her hair behind her ears. She shrugged, "It's because you're pretty."

Her eyes flickered with pain, with confusion, with hope. She shrugged off Emma's touch, but didn't move from her place in her lap. "That's not a real reason."

"It's part of the reason," Emma admitted, "But I'm also being nice because I understand where you're coming from, I understand the pain you're in and the confusion you're feeling. I can help you."

Elsa shook her head vehemently, "You should just stay away from me, I'm too dangerous."

"No, you're not," Emma leaned in, kissing one cheek, then the other.

Beneath the other woman's pale skin, a faint blush rose on her cheeks.

Emma continued passionately, "I would like to be your friend and even more I'd like to kiss you again."

"Why?"

"I don't know..." Emma shifted uncomfortably against the tree, " I just... I'm just so fucking attracted to you."

The other woman looked puzzled as she mouthed the word fucking.

"Sorry babe, I just mean that I really like you in a way that means more kisses."

"You mean like True Loves Kiss?" She asked, eyes wide with what could only be called hope.

Emma chuckled, "It's not like that here. We can be friends or maybe we can even be special friends who kiss and hug and hold hands and cuddle, just like we are now. I guess you could call it kind of a pre-True Loves Kiss. Maybe we'll share one maybe we won't. but we'll have all the other kisses."

The anger returned instantly. "You took my first kiss."

"I'm sorry Elsa, I'm really sorry that I took that from you. I..." She tried desperately, I just want you to know that wasn't false, it was real. It was real because I like you and I'd like to kiss you again. Right now even."

To Emma's surprise she replied, "Alright."

"There's nothing to be afraid of," Emma spoke softly. Any sudden move or noise might scare the other woman off again. She kissed her, softly, at the corner of her mouth.

Her eyes flashed open with surprise and her pale pink lips turned up in a slow smile. "Why do I feel that way, all tingly and warm."

Emma grinned smugly, "That would be because you like like me too."

"In a True Love way?" The younger woman looked up in awe, any fear having already disappeared, With slow curiosity she traced the contours of Emma's lips with the pad of her thumb.

Emma kissed that too. "I don't know about that yet , but I believe at the very least, in a special friend kind of way."

"Can you do it again?"

Emma didn't have to be asked twice. "I'd love to," She purred, cupping the back of her neck to bring her closer and capturing her lips in a slow kiss.

When at last she opened her eyes, she found Elsa staring at her in wide eyed innocence. Her voice was husky with the attraction that hummed through her body and she laughed shyly, "Elsa, you're supposed to close your eyes."

"But I wanted to see you," She ducked her head, fidgeting with the collar of Emma's jacket. "You're really quite beautiful."

It was Emma's turn to blush and she was breathless in her answer. "Thank you."

"I feel warm in your arms Emma."

It was very likely the greatest compliment from the queen of ice and snow. "You feel warm to me too."

Elsa closed her eyes then and leaned forward to sloppily catch Emma's mouth in a kiss.

It was cute and timid, but even still Emma melted into the embrace, allowing the other woman to experiment as she wanted.

She pulled back, breathlessly demanding, "Why does that feel so good?"

Emma shrugged, "I can't explain it either, but I'm not complaining."

Their gazes locked.

Elsa spoke urgently, "I'm glad you took my first kiss. It was special. With you."

"I'm glad babe, I'm really glad."

The younger woman rested her head on her shoulder.

They fit so perfectly together.

They were silent a few minutes, watching the way the sunlight glittered on the melting snow. The light danced and twirled with determined excitement in much the same way that their nerves sizzled and sang with newfound passion.

"Why do you keep calling me babe?" Elsa asked startling them out of their reverie.

"It's a term of endearment here," Emma admitted, "It's something you only call your special friend."

"Babe, " She tried the single syllable word on for size before asking with brilliant confidence, "Babe, will you kiss me again?"

She slanted their lips together, moving slowly, "Elsa sweetheart open your mouth for me."

Elsa gasped as Emma pulled her closer into an embrace and her mouth opened in surprise. Then Emma took the kiss deeper, their tongues sliding against each other.

All too soon Elsa pulled away, squirming in Emma's lap. "I feel, I feel so strange, like I'm alive for the first time. I feel it all the way down here, " She admitted shyly, resting her hands on her belly.

Emma laughed easily, it's echo filling the clearing. "Well, uh... that's another conversation at a later date. I'll explain later ok."

"This land is so confusing." She hid again in the curtain of Emma's hair, her breath coming hot and quick on Emma' neck.

"Tell me about it," Emma muttered under her breath, just barely managing to speak around the delicious trembling in her body.

"Pardon me?"

But before Emma could answer, David came running into the clearing.

"Oh." He stopped short. "I...uh...just wanted to make sure you guys were okay out here."

Elsa scrambled up from Emma's lap and the snow fell about her once again.

Emma picked herself up off the ground, hastily wiping at her damp muddy jeans. Elsa trembled beside her and she slipped her hand into the other woman's, their fingers interlaced, anchoring them both. "It's ok, I promise, " She whispered so that only they could hear.

The snow stopped in seconds and she sagged against Emma. "I didn't mean too."

"We know," Emma nodded pointedly at her father.

He agreed quickly, "Of course, yeah it's alright. I mean the snowstorm stopped some time ago and we don't really mind, except we all worry about you."

" Emma helped me. " Then she added eagerly, "We're going to be special friends."

David slung his arm about his daughter's shoulder, leading them back to the road. "Special friends eh?"

Emma turned the same colour as her favourite leather jacket. "Shut up dad."


A/N: OOPS, my hand SLIPPED. I really didn't mean to write this, not when I have four Swan queen stories on the go. I'm having way too many Elsa/ Emma feelings and This just wrote itself. HELP. I also kind of have one or two chapters to add to this. WHAT. Thanks for reading!