The tree had to be well over six feet tall and almost four feet wide. It was a dark green, the needles thin and sharp. It was quite beautiful, Elsa had to admit, but it was completely bare. No decorations or lights had been placed yet, thanks to Charming and Emma.

They were trying to put the lights on the tree, but had no idea how to connect three different strands to one power outlet.

"Maybe try this?" Emma connected two of the strands together, and they instantly lit up.

"Aha!" Emma exclaimed, a triumphant grin on her face.

"You just unplugged this one, Emma." Her father held up the third strand that was previously lit.

Emma's smile disappeared, a frown replacing it. "Crap."

Mary-Margaret came back from feeding Neal, and putting him down for a nap. The former bandit smirked at the scene in front of the scene in front of her. "Aw, this reminds me of you two trying to put together the baby's crib."

"Yeah, but that got done." Emma sighed, pushing a lock of hair out of her face. "I'm starting to think this is hopeless."

Her mother shook her head, and kneeled down beside her husband. Swiftly, she managed to connect the strands. All of the lights lit up as one. They started blinking, alternating between blue and red.

Elsa gasped at the pretty colors. She had never seen anything like it. "Great job, Snow!"

Her hostess grinned at the praise, while David and Emma exchanged shameful glances. "Thank you, Elsa. Charming, will you come help me dig up the decorations?"

Her husband stood, and brushed off his jeans. He looked at the two young girls beside him. "Put the lights up, will you?"

The happily married couple went upstairs to the storage closet, leaving Emma and Elsa alone together. They had barely said a word to each other since their strange encounter in the woods earlier. In silence, they wound the lights around the tree.

Emma was struggling to think of what to say. She swore her and Elsa had almost kissed. But that couldn't be right. She was with Hook. And she loved Killian, or at least cared deeply for him. So why could she clearly picture herself kissing the other girl? Did she want to?

Elsa was also deep in thought. She was sure that in this world, liking the same sex was considered okay. It was in Arendelle. The owner of Wandering Oaken's Trading Post and Sauna was gay, and even had a family with his husband.

She glanced at Emma, who avoided her gaze. She thought Emma was about to kiss her, but she didn't. Perhaps she had read things wrong? Perhaps she was just projecting her own feelings onto Emma.

With the lights officially wound around the tree, Emma finally broke the silence. "Hey, Elsa?" The Savior licked her lips nervously. "About earlier-."

Elsa quickly shook her head, her braid whipping around. "I apologize, Emma, if I made you uncomfortable. It wasn't my intention."

"Hey, no…" Emma grabbed her friend's hand, and moved so she could stare in her eyes. "I'm sorry. I almost did something that I probably shouldn't do." She winced at her poor choice of words. "No, I mean… I don't even know if you're…" Emma waved her hands around, trying to come up with the words.

"Gay?" Elsa asked gently. "I'm not sure. Back home, it wasn't really something we talked about. Everyone just knew that True Love comes in many different forms. We didn't have to put labels on how people felt or who they loved. I've been alone most of my life. I don't know if I've ever even met someone I thought I loved in a romantic sense." Elsa took a deep breath, gathering her courage. "Until I met you, that is."

Emma blinked rapidly, her mouth opening and closing. "I, uh, I don't know what to say, Elsa."

Elsa gave her a sad smile. "You don't have to say anything. I know you're with Hook, Emma, and I don't want to ruin that for you. I'm sorry for putting you in that position."

Emma brought her friend into her arms, giving her a tight squeeze. "You shouldn't be the one apologizing, Els'. It's me. I'm sorry."

Elsa gingerly stepped away from her. "Don't apologize for how you feel, Emma. I understand you don't feel the same way." Tears began to gather in her eyes, and Elsa willed them to go away. She pretended to fix the lights on the tree to hide her face.

Emma swallowed hard, trying to think of what to say. She cared for Elsa. She actually had feelings for her as well, but she had Killian to think about. She didn't know who she felt for more.

She heard the Queen in front of her sniffle quietly, and her heart broke. She didn't want Elsa to be in pain. But she didn't quite know how to comfort her.

"Elsa, I feel…" Emma trailed off, not knowing how to finish her sentence. I feel for you. I feel for Killian. I feel very, very confused.

Luckily, she heard the footsteps of her parents coming back to the living room, saving her from her thoughts. Her father was carrying a very large box, bursting from the mountain of decorations within.

"Wow, Mom," Emma said, her eyebrows raised. "Do we really need all that?"

Her mother grinned. "Yes, Emma, it's my favorite time of the year. And I love it even more now that I have my family with me." Her green eyes started to get misty at the thought.

Charming set down the box, and wrapped his arms around his wife. "It's alright, Snow. We're all here now. Along with great friends." He smiled at Elsa, making the Queen's cheeks go pink.

This was getting too mushy for Emma, who rolled her eyes. But, secretly, she was also feeling a bit sentimental. This was their first Christmas together, even though she's known them for 3 years. Her first Christmas in Storybrooke was with a lonely Mary- Margaret, who pined over David the whole time. They spent the holiday eating cookies, and watching Christmas movies.

Her second Christmas was with Henry in New York. They had a two foot tree in their living room, and stayed up almost all night on Christmas Eve, playing video games. A few days later, she had met Walsh.

So this year, Mary-Margaret decided that this was their first Christmas together, and was going all out, according to the huge box of decorations. Emma had spotted a notebook on the kitchen counter, labeled Christmas, full of lists of things to do and to buy. It was a big list.

The door to the loft banged open, making everyone jump. A bundled up Henry stumbled in, his hands full with a clear, plastic tub. He was followed by a pink eared Killian, who had snow in his hair, and looked even colder than Henry.

"It's bloody freezing out there," Hook said, his teeth chattering. "I don't know about this Christmas thing if it means going outside."

David took the box from Henry, an irritated look on his face. "Maybe if you put some more clothes on…" He looked pointedly at the other man's unzipped leather jacket, which revealed a shirt with too many buttons undone.

The pirate smirked. "Aye, but who am I to take away the joy of many women here in Storybrooke." He shook the snow from his boots, and put his arm around his girlfriend.

At the sight of the couple, a flush of anger enveloped Elsa's body. She turned away from them, to pick out some decorations from the box. Conceal, don't feel. "Can I just put these anywhere on the tree?" she asked Mary-Margaret , praying that her voice didn't betray her feelings.

"Yes, you may." Mary-Margaret narrowed her eyes at the company around her, but smiled when her eyes fell on her grandson. "Good, Henry, for bringing over some from Regina's. Thank you both for helping."

She emphasised the last bit with another pointed look at the adults in the room. Catching the hint thrown at them, Emma and David hurriedly opened up the tub that Henry brought over.

They didn't want to make the Queen of Christmas mad.

AN: Thank you for reviews! I started this fic a year ago, but never finished it. Let's hope I do this year!