Emma sat at her desk, tapping a pen incessantly against the wood, trying to process what had happened yesterday. She had yet to speak with Elsa, or Regina for that matter. What would she even say to Elsa? The blonde exhaled smoothly trying to think of how to go about the situation. She had no intention at the moment on even seeing Regina, none-the-less speaking to her. The brunette had made Emma's blood boil. How could she be so ignorant to admit that she was jealous towards the relationship Elsa and her had.

That word stung as it rang throughout the core of Emma's thoughts. "Relationship". Emma fiddled with the pen in her hand, clicking it repetitively in and out, as thoughts reeled throughout her head. Sure, she may have some sort of feelings towards Elsa, but to say a "relationship"; that would mean commitment, and at this point in time Emma just couldn't comprehend that. It was too serious for her, too exclusive. Wasn't it? She still had to deal with the Ice Queen's ridiculous fantasy of Elsa and herself being her sisters, as well as, taking care of her family, including especially, Henry, and trying to decode the blatant ignorance of the one and only Regina Mills.

Emma sighed dramatically as she pushed the thoughts to the back of her head and reached to the top of her desk, grabbing the map that Elsa had sketched up of the Ice Queen's supposed hide-away. She followed the darkened red ink line leading from the front door of the Sheriff's Station to the northernmost woods. A giant red 'X' was placed right where a sloppy "Ice Queens' hideaway" was written. Emma laughed a bit, admiring how Elsa's handwriting, even though sloppy, was farm more fine and clearer than her own. She placed the paper back down on the desk gingerly and sat back for a moment.

The blonde groaned slightly and fell forward again, putting her elbows up on top of her desk, and placing her head in her hands. You're too stressed Emma, calm down, her conscious echoed throughout her mind. The station was mostly silent, aside from the soft buzzing of the computer and monitors and the ticking seconds on the clock.

"Emma," a soft voice made the blonde jump, her elbows knocking a file of papers off of the desk before her. "Shit," Emma muttered, turning to the direction of the voice. She swallowed softly noticing Elsa with a look of dismay. "I'm so sorry," Elsa spoke, her voice barely audible as she bent down picking up the fallen papers, "I didn't mean to scare you."

Emma looked down at the disheveled woman from her seat. She brought her hand down and held onto her shoulder, gripping softly, making the other woman stop what she was doing for a moment and look up concerned. "What is-", Emma silenced her by moving a her pointer finger to the woman's chin, lifting it up, and leaning down to plant a soft kiss on pale lips.

Elsa pulled back gently, not quickly, but not slowly either. A smile flashed across her features for a moment, then a look of worry overtook it. "Are you okay?" She questioned Emma, who had a look of confusion as if that question sounded foreign to her. Elsa looked down for a moment of time, picking up the papers and then standing up and placing them evenly neat onto the Sheriff's desk.

Emma watched in silence for a moment, till the distinct crystal blue eyes met her own again, "I'm okay." She hesitantly stood up, pushing her chair back and stretching out, her muscles stiff from sitting so long. Emma stepped around the chair and pushed it back into place against the desk then turned and looked at Elsa who was standing, holding her right wrist with her other hand. The platinum blonde's expression of worry hadn't faded. Emma flashed a smile to reassure her, "I'll be okay. Is that better?"

Elsa nodded, still silent, then spoke up, "Emma." She swallowed hard, looking for the right words, "I really have some type of feelings towards you." The wording made Emma laugh a bit, which warranted a brow raise from Elsa, "What?"

"Nothing," Emma smiled, holding in a light chuckle, "Normally people just say "I like you" or some bullshit nowadays," The blonde stepped forward and held onto the woman's arm before then sighed looking down then back up slowly. "I just," she stumbled on her own words, "I can't have anything too serious right now, Elsa, there's too much going on in my life. I just can't ha-"

"I know," Elsa smiled ear to ear, "I know you're not one to have a relationship so fast, you're a bit prickly with your feelings." Emma nodded, "Exactly, I just- wait-" the blonde look taken aback, "I'm prickly?" The woman before her laughed shortly, "I don't mean it harmfully." Elsa stepped forward and placed a kiss onto Emma's cheek, "It takes time, I know. But I have hope." The platinum blonde turned to leave, then stopped in the doorframe, "Your move." She smirked, and turned and left, but Emma froze up.

'Your move,' that sounded oddly familiar. Emma swallowed hard, retracing the origins of that phrase and narrowed her brows, squinting as she thought. Then it came to her, like a tidal wave in her mind. Regina. That's who said that to her once before, along while back when the two used the phrase numerously between one-another. Emma glared, That's impossible, it's not her, she wouldn't stoop so low with a transformation skill… Would she?

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A platinum blonde walked into Regina's office, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. She waved her hands opposite ways, a mist of purple clouds consuming the figure. As it departed, only one woman stood. A pencil skirt, a white button down accompanied by a blazer, and high heels. A smirk curled at the top of a scarred lip. "Your move," the woman spoke, "Ms. Swan."

I apologize for any spelling errors. Did this quick chapter in school. Enjoy! Please review!