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"Are you out of your mind?" Emma hissed and she briefly considered slapping him. If this was a prank, it was quite possible the worst one. Ever. "I don't know if you know this but," she leaned in closer, as if she was about to tell him a secret, "you already have a princess."
"Elsa is missing." he let a little of his panic and worry seep into his expression and words, just a little to convince. He didn't dare let it all show, or she'd think he was soft.
She looked squarely into his eyes to see if he was lying. Emma had this little trick, she could tell if someone was lying to her. It hadn't failed her yet. "How does pretending to be her help?"
"Just listen," he pleaded, "I suspect someone has kidnapped her so the wedding to me is cancelled."
"Sneaky," she still didn't like the idea of this. She didn't even know the princess well enough to risk being imprisoned.
"You wouldn't have to pretend for too long," Killian wheedled. "Just long enough for me to find who the kidnapper is."
"Pretend to be royalty." Emma deadpanned. "You know I'll be thrown in prison if I'm caught."
"So will I!" he argued.
She sighed. "You really care about her?"
"I do."
"And you believe she's in real trouble?"
"I do."
Emma bit her lip. She had nothing here, no money, no love. Sure, she had Ruby, but soon she would leave. Unlike Emma, her friend was only working for Ms. Mills to earn a little cash. She wasn't there to pay off a debt.
"Count me in."
"We don't look exactly the same though, how are you going to fix that?" Emma asked during the carriage ride back.
"I'll think of something," he said.
Once they arrived at the castle, Emma almost stopped completely. The arched ceilings, the expensive curtains and expensive everything...she really hadn't thought her decision through. She didn't belong here, she wasn't royalty.
He brought her into Elsa's room, where a huge painting of Elsa and her mother hung.
"You're nearly identical," he remarked, looking between the painting and Emma.
"Except for tiny features." Emma turned to him, "what now?"
"Any ideas on how to cover your face?" he studied her carefully. No, he wasn't staring into her eyes, he was staring at them. And psh, his gaze wasn't lingering on her lips, he was just-
Okay he had to admit, Swan was a very pretty lass.
But really, he was just studying her.
"Killian?" Emma coughed, he had been looking at her for a while. Then she remembered he was a prince, and maybe she shouldn't be calling him by his first name. "I'm sorry, I meant-"
"It's fine, love." he suddenly remembered she didn't like being called that. "It's fine, Emma. If you're to play Elsa, you can call me Killian."
"Great, I don't think I could bring myself to call you by any titles." she teased.
"A little bit of respect wouldn't be bad though," he smirked.
"Ah, you're back." Kristoff strolled into the room. Then stopped when he saw Emma. "Elsa! Everyone's worried sick where have you-"
"I went out." Emma said quickly. Good thing her voice and Elsa's were basically identical.
"It's okay," Killian touched her shoulder briefly. "He can know."
"Know what? Oh god, did you elope with someone?" he hurried over, Emma took a step back.
"I'm not Elsa." she said sheepishly.
"You're...not..." he squinted. "I guess your eyes are different, and your face shape." he stared at her in silence. "It's a little unnerving. Why are you here anyways?"
"I brought her," Killian explained his plan.
"I'll tell them Elsa's back then," Kristoff did a weird wave/bow to Emma, then left.
"Okay, so I just need to teach you some things a princess should know and-"
"Where's the washroom?" Emma cut in. She felt herself growing warmer, was the room spinning?
"Just around the corner. You get your own bathroom, you really should try the tub," he waggled his eyebrow at her. She would have hit him or glared if she didn't feel like the ground was disappearing from under her feet.
"Great, thanks. I'll be like five minutes." she tried to slow her steps as she walked away.
She wasn't coming back in five minutes.
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