A/N: I managed two days before they became seriously late. I apologise, I was sick and tired and what I wrote in that time was trash.

As always, I don't own anything. Please enjoy and review.

Aurora wanders into the Sheriff's station, the setting sun casting a red glow. She shivers as she nears the offices, pulling the sleeves of her cardigan down.

Mulan is seated at her desk, an adorable frown creasing her forehead as she reads a report, shivering slightly.

"Why don't you have the heater on?" Aurora asks, in lieu of greeting.

"Aurora," Mulan says, a smile lighting her face before she nods her head to Emma's office, "Emma and Elsa have been talking through a mirror for the last hour. And to be honest, Elsa is actually becoming more precise with her control, she used to make it much colder."

Emma waves to her through the window and Aurora waves back, the other woman's focus quickly returning to her mirror.

"Are you almost ready to go?" She asks.

Mulan nods, "I'll just go file these."

She picks up her papers and neatens them, walking over to the filing cabinets and giving Aurora a greater appreciation for the clothing of this realm. The jeans are nearly skin tight and the leather jacket she wears ends at her lower back.

Mulan closes the cabinet, her smile widening once she catches Aurora looking. Aurora flushes and pulls her eyes away, feeling as though her face should be bright red.

Mulan walks over to her, bag slung over one shoulder and holds out her hand, "Let's go."

They entwine their hands together, calluses and soft skin somehow fitting, and walk out of the station.

Aurora will never get used to the easy access and range of food. Even in her memories as a princess – that short time she actually got to live in a castle – she cannot remember such excess.

But she's finding she enjoys it, enjoys life in Storybrooke much more than she once thought, considering it was forced upon her.

"It's going to melt all over your fingers," Mulan comments, breaking Aurora out of her reverie.

"Oh, right," she says, Aurora looks at the ice cream dubiously and her glance shifts to Mulan. She does her best not to get distracted by the swipes of her tongue and instead watches how she eats it. The ice cream is cool upon her tongue, exploding with sweetness.

"I knew you'd like it," Mulan says quietly, seeing the look on Aurora's face.

"I thought our evening meal was wonderful but this as well..." Aurora wonders, taking another like of ice cream.

"Roland used to want to come here all the time," Mulan says sadly, "He'd always ask for Rocky Road."

"I'm positive they have plenty ice cream where they are," Aurora says, linking her arms with Mulan. They finish their dessert in a comfortable silence, their stroll leading them to the ocean. They watch the waves crash, seated on a bench, and for a moment, this realm doesn't seem so dissimilar to the one she was ripped from.

"How was your first ice cream?" Mulan asks, breaking the silence.

"Wonderful," Aurora sighs, "My father would be horrified."

Aurora can hear the frown in Mulan's voice, "What do you mean?"

"I'm engaging every day with those he would refer to as 'peasants', I had a child out of wedlock and now I am no longer in a relationship with the father. And I've just had my first ice cream in another realm with my girlfriend. He would not be able to cope."

"Do you regret it?"

Aurora turns, intently staring into Mulan's eyes, almost black in the moonlight. She slowly closes the gap between them, threading her fingers through Mulan's thick hair. It is far from their first kiss, it is lazy and exploring, enhanced by the sweetness of the ice cream.

They are smiling through the kiss, Aurora pulling back to rest her forehead on Mulan's.

"What do you think?"

Aurora tucks herself into Mulan's shoulder, Mulan's arm stretching around her. They watch the waves crash on the shore and for the first time in this realm, Aurora feels completely at peace.

A/N: Three down, four to go.

Thanks for reading,

Adrina Stark.