Chapter 26: Daystar Finds a Snowwitch

Beautiful music played on an organ and strings, filling the whole palace. She was wearing a white dress, the most uncomfortable dress of her life (and most of her clothing was very uncomfortable). She could barely move, but it was her understanding that she had to move very slowly anyway—right foot, together, left foot, together, and so on. She walked down the long hallways of the castle toward the source of the music in the courtyard. There were a lot of people waiting for her there, most of whom she did not know, and they all stood and stared at her like a horn was growing out of her head. She just took another deep breath and continued to walk forward—right foot, together, left foot, together. But at the end of aisle, he was waiting for her, and he was smiling. He was the only one smiling.

The music stopped, and everyone sat down. That smart guy was standing in front of them (probably because he knew all those big words). "Dearly beloved," he said, "we are gathered here today to join together Prince Daystar and Dragon Princess Shiara in holy matrimony. If anyone knows a reason why this union should not take place, let him speak now or forever hold your peace."

Shiara didn't know much about weddings, but she knew this part was just a formality; no one ever responded to it, so she didn't worry. But then, someone in the back raised a hand. "Yeah, I have a reason." She gasped and looked into the audience. A big, burly man with brilliant red hair stood up. "She's not worth your time! She's a lazy, worthless, good-for-nothing!"

A woman also with bright red hair stood next to him. "Yeah, she can't even light my stove! Her six-year-old sister can light the stove!"

Shiara stared at the protestors in shock. She knew who they were—her mother and father—but she hadn't seen them in years. She tried to answer their complaints, but every time she opened her mouth, more of her relatives stood up and said another scathing remark against. Before long, it looked like all of the guests had red hair and were complaining about her. What was worse was that Daystar said nothing in her defense; he only looked helplessly at her, almost silently asking if it was true.

There was movement in the crowd. Her father came forward and raised his hand. She cringed, knowing what was coming—

And then she woke up. She took a deep breath and fell back into bed, but she had trouble going back to sleep.

In the morning, Lewis knocked on the door of the mayor's house and rocked on the balls of his feet as he waited. Once she answered, he revealed a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. "Hope you like roses. I ain't takin' them back; they cost a pretty penny at Game of Thorns to get them."

"Lewis?" Regina said. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought it was obvious. Pretty Boy is preoccupied with another Pretty Girl, which means you're free, so here I am!"

She smiled. "Lewis, that's really sweet, but I'm really not ready to jump in the game now."

"OK, when will you be ready?"

"Um, well, when I am, I'll let you know."

"Come on, I know your heart is broken. I want to help you mend it! You know you want to. I'll take you dancing again."

She sighed. "Alright, let me be blunt—I'm not interested. I've never been interested! I'm not attracted to you!"

"But we had a special something. I know we did."

"Look, I was upset when I saw Henry, and he didn't know who I was, and I admit I felt touched when you had some nice things to say. All you did was make me feel a little better at that moment. It never was love!"

"But . . . but I . . ."

"Look, I'm sorry. I just want to be left alone." She tried to closed the door, but he forced it open.

"Could you just tell me what he has that I don't? What do you see in him?"

"Well, for one thing he's not a drunk."

"I'm not a drunk! I have an occasional beer, just to take the edge off the day. And I noticed he drinks just about as much. So what else?"

"He's not a gargoyle, OK? He's actually pleasant to look it! He's not so . . . ugly!"

"Really? So it all boils down to looks. Never mind I saved your life and made you feel good. Should've expected that from Miss Fairest-of-them-All." He dropped the bouquet and walked away toward Granny's, mumbling under his breath the whole way. He stopped in his tracks when he passed by a very cheerful-looking ice cream parlor. "Any Given Sundae. That's clever. Why haven't I noticed this place before? Well, I could use some ice cream right about now. Sure taste better than beer."

He went in. There was a slender woman with blonde hair behind the counter. "Good morning," she greeted. "Well, you look down."

"Yeah. I need something rich, like eggnog."

"I got eggnog-flavored ice cream."

"Even though it's not Christmas?"

"Well, I believe we need a little bit of December year-round, don't you?"

"Lady, you're all right. I'll take a bowl."

"You know what? I'll get you an extra scoop of chocolate, since it looks like you're having a bad day."

"Nice! I'm Lewis."

"Well, hello Lewis. My name's Ingrid. Nice to meet you."

She placed the bowl in front of him, and he dug in. With the first bite, he grunted in pleasure. "Oh! Oh, I am in Heaven! This is . . . man, this is just what I needed."

He was so taken in by the ice cream he didn't even notice that Ingrid had stepped out from behind the counter and was staring out the window at a young woman in a blue, sparkly dress wandering alone.

"Have you given any thought about the wedding?" Daystar asked as they walked together on the street.

"Huh? What?"

"Well, I don't know about firewitches, but I've heard that girls like to dream and plan about their wedding."

"Oh. Well, I'm not like that. I don't know much about weddings, really. I've heard a few things, but I've never been to one."

"Really?"

"Nope. You know, weddings are kinda considered celebrations, and we never had any celebrations."

"OK, well, I bet my mom can fill you in. I'm sure we'll have all the details ironed out by the time we can get back to the Enchanted Forest."

"Actually, that's one thing I've been thinking—I don't want to get married in the Enchanted Forest."

"Really? Why not? I know you don't like it much here."

"Well, yeah, but . . . some people who I think are still in the Enchanted Forest aren't gonna be too happy that I'm getting married."

"Well . . . alright, Sweetie. I'll make sure we'll have a magical wedding here in Storybrooke, somehow." Suddenly, several people ran by them screaming about a monster. "What is going on?"

They looked behind them and saw something white coming toward them. It looked like a monster made of white circles. It roared as it came closer, but once it came up to them, it dissolved into a puddle of water. "Whoa! That was random, an attack of the abominable snowman."

"Yes," Shiara said. She was already steaming and drying off, but Daystar was wet and shivering. Everyone who was running in terror stood and stared at them.

"Whoa! How did you do that?" Leroy yelled.

"She's a firewitch!" Daystar answered. "Think you can help me out, Babe?" he said more quietly to Shiara.

"Uh, sure." She pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to him.

"Seriously, that's the best you can do?"

"Well, I don't know how to dry your off another way. You're not a firewitch."

"I guess we're gonna have to think about that. Hey, what happened to that necklace I gave you?"

"Necklace?"

"Yeah, remember, the snowflake encased in amber that I got you for Christmas that first year."

"Oh yeah, that. I put it in a drawer in the castle."

"Why?"

"Well, it wasn't doing me much good. You gave it to me so I could play in the snow without it melting, and since you left, it didn't snow much."

"How often did it snow?"

"Like . . . never."

"It never snowed? But didn't Ambassador Kringle come to get some Christmas magic?"

"Well, if he ever did, I must've been asleep. Every day was pretty much the same."

"OK, well, you wanna get it back? I bet it's at the pawn shop."

"I guess we could look." She wasn't really happy about that. The monster snowman must have been the result of snow magic, and she didn't need something to counteract it. Yet she went along with it since it was a gift from her fiancé.

So they went to the pawn shop and were greeted by Telemain. "Greetings, Prince Daystar, Shiara. Congratulations on your engagement."

"Thank you, Telemain," Daystar said. "Hey, where's Herman?"

"He's on his honeymoon. Didn't your father tell you how he married Belle?"

"Oh yeah, and you and Morwen renewed your vows. Congratulations to you. So when are you going on your honeymoon?"

"The Dark One and I agreed we'd take turns. In all honesty, though, I don't think Morwen's anxious to go on a honeymoon. She doesn't want to leave Bae. But enough about that. How might I help you?"

"We're looking for something that might have been left in the Enchanted Forest—a necklace I gave it to Shiara for Christmas one year, and she said she put it in the castle. We just wonder if it was somehow picked up with the last curse."

"Oh!" Telemain held up a large jewelry box holding a snowflake-shaped silver necklace. "Is this it?"

"No."

"You sure? I've been analyzing it most of today. It's just been catalogued. I'm not sure of its origin or if it has magical properties, but the crystal here was created by snow magic."

"No, the necklace I gave her was gold. It was a snowflake in an amber pendant."

He put it down. "Very well. I think I saw some items from our section of the Deep Woods gathered in the storeroom. I'll look back there."

So he went there and investigated that part of the room. Mostly, he found books, clothes, a few knick-knacks, but no jewelry. Then he saw a nearby trunk, and he wondered if more valuable items were in there. It was locked, but with a quick incantation and a flip of his wrist, that lock fell off. He opened the chest, but then he promptly slammed it shut and snapped the lock back on. He ran back out.

"Did you find it?" Daystar asked.

"No. Daystar, may I see you for a minute?"

"Sure." He stepped back to the storeroom.

"I found a wizard staff."

"From the Society of Wizards?"

"Yes, it must be. It's in that trunk. I only looked at it briefly, but it seemed rather ornate, long, brightly polished."

"So it might be from the Head Wizard?"

"Or someone high in ranks."

"That's actually not surprising. Father told me Herman is responsible for locking him away."

"That was him? I thought it was the Society of Wizards."

"Father said it was him. I don't know all the details, but I bet that staff belonged to the Head Wizard, what was his name? Started with a Z?"

"Zemenar."

"Yeah, that's it. Well, you want me to destroy it? Shiara once managed to burn a wizard's staff."

"No. I'll keep it in tact for now. It's not absorbing any magic, is it?"

Daystar paused until he could feel the magic in the air. "No, it's fine."

"The chest must keep it inactive. I'll have something to talk about with the Dark One when he returns."

Telemain tried to look more for the necklace, but it never turned up. So he tried to put it and the staff out of his mind. He spent more time analyzing the other snowflake necklace, but he couldn't figure out anything new. Then, in the evening, just as he was closing up, he turned around and saw that same woman in the blue dress. He was a bit stunned because he had never seen her before, but he pulled on a smile. "How may I help you, young lady?"

She held up a newspaper article announcing Belle and Rumpelstiltskin's marriage and pointed to the necklace in the jewelry box in the picture. "Where did you come by this necklace?"

"I . . . am afraid you will have to ask the co-owner. He's the one who catalogued it; I'm merely analyzing and appraising it. And unfortunately, he's unavailable right now. He's on his honeymoon, but he'll be back on—"

She threw the paper down angrily. "It belongs to my sister!"

"Is that so? If that is the case, you may have it. Free of charge." He unlocked the store and got it for her. "I know most of the things in here belong to someone in this town, and I don't personally feel right about keeping them all. So I usually end up giving things away. I know my partner won't be happy about it, but we'll discuss it when he comes back." He got the box and handed it out to her. "One thing though, merely out of curiosity, does it have snow magic powers?"

She grabbed the box out of his hand and refused to answer. She started walking out, and he called after her, "Because snow magic is quite rare and that would make it—!" But she slammed the door ". . . priceless. Oh well. Time to go home."

So he locked the place and went home, not even noticing that the woman was still there mumbling under her breath and clenching her fists. He went straight to the kitchen. "There's my beautiful bride!" he said as he kissed Morwen.

She smiled. "Dinner still going to be another thirty minutes. Why don't you go read Bae a story in the meantime? He's been squirmy since his nap."

"Certainly." So he sat on the couch with his son, opened the book to a random place, and started reading about how Rumpelstiltskin became the Dark One. Then there was a knock on the door. He answered the door while carrying Bae on his shoulder. "Dark One?"

Rumpelstiltskin smiled and held out his hands. "Surprise!"

Telemain laughed. "We were just reading about you!"

Bae smiled and pointed at him. "Bum-bum?"

Rumpelstiltskin wasn't going to let him get away with that. "No, Rumple."

"Bum-bum."

"Rum-ple."

"Bum-bum."

"No, Bae, look at me." He said it slowly, rolling his r's like his father used to do. "Rrrrrrum-ple."

"Bump-pah."

He rubbed Bae's head. "Close enough."

Telemain laughed and set him back down. "Sit back down on the sofa. I'll read the rest of the story in the minute. Bump-pah and I need to talk about adult things."

"OK." Bae ran back to the living room.

"So, your honeymoon's over already?"

"I just had something I'd like to discuss with you while Belle is asleep. We're not far, you know."

"Very good. I need to talk to you about a couple of things as well."

"That's fine, but let me go first, please."

"Certainly. What is it?"

"Tell me more about your master. I wonder if I heard of him. What was his name?"

Telemain shook his head. "I don't like to talk about him."

"You told me he was very good."

"Precisely."

"What was his title, at least? Mage? Wizard? Soothsayer? Sorcerer?"

"He didn't go by titles like that. I'm supposed if you were to ask him, he'd say Pig-Keeper."

"Right, the oracular pig he was so proud of. But how did he take you in?"

"He was at the Mage Guild booth at the apprentice fair. Listen, I really don't like to talk about him!"

"What did he do that you're so ashamed of?"

"I'm not ashamed of him. I just . . . his memory is not a pleasant one, and it's not one I want to share." Just then, the lights went out. "Oh, wonderful. Won't be long before the mayor calls me to work my other kind of magic."

"Anything I can do?"

"No, believe it or not, this is out of your field of expertise. I'm in for a long night now. Just go back to your wife. We'll talk when you return." He shut the door in the Dark One's face and forgot completely about the staff.

Emma and David discovered a gigantic ice wall at the town line. She immediately got out her cell phone and pushed the contact for Luke Reed. "Hey kid, something at the town line you need to see. Bring your fiancée with you." She nearly put her phone away, but then she scrolled up and called Hook. Almost as soon as she hung up—

"Whoa! You're right!" Daystar and Shiara were standing behind her.

Emma gasped in surprised and turned around in anger. "Nearly gave me a heart attack."

"Sorry. This has got to be the work of a snowwitch."

"Snowwitch? Really? Not enough to have a firewitch, we also have a snowwitch?" Emma said sarcastically.

"Well, I didn't know there was one in town. I should've thought of that after the snow monster this afternoon."

"Yeah, I heard how you two just turned it into a puddle."

"No, that was all her. Since she's a firewitch, she's immune to snow magic."

"Whatever. You think you can melt this wall down, Shiara?"

"I can try," she answered. "It's pretty big, though." She held out her hands, and jets of fire shot out of them, but they weren't big enough to get over the wall.

Then they heard a voice said, "In case you were wondering, it goes the whole way around."

"Captain on the bridge," Daystar said, saluting him.

Hook looked at him as if to say, "I'm not on the bridge. I'm not even on a stinkin' ship, you idiot."

"Hey, I remember you," Shiara said, "just before that date that didn't happen. Captain Jones, right?"

"We're not hiding anything anymore; you can call me Hook," he answered.

"Why, 'cause you got a hook for a hand?"

He looked just as annoyed at her, but he replied in an exasperate sigh, "Aye."

"So, once again, we can't leave Storybrooke," David said.

"Someone's doing more than keeping us in, by the looks of it."

"Well, why do you think they're trying to keeping us in?"

"To kill us all one by one. That's what I do."

"What kind of sea captain are you?" Shiara blurted out.

"A pirate," he answered.

She looked at Daystar. "You're friends with a pirate?"

He shushed her and walked a little further. He saw something move by one of the icicles, and as he came closer, he saw it was a person. He came back to Emma. "Hey, I see someone over there. It looks like a . . . princess."

Shiara cleared her throat rather loudly.

"Calm down, sweetheart. You know how I feel about princesses."

"You think that's the snowwitch?" Emma asked.

"Could be. She looks frightened."

"Better come with me then. Let's find out what she wants."

"What about me?" Shiara asked.

"You keep trying to melt this wall." She and Daystar walked through the icicles and approached the woman, who immediately held up her hand defensively. "Hey. Who are you?"

"My name is Elsa," the woman replied sternly.

Daystar bowed at her. "Milady."

"OK, Elsa," Emma said calmly. "I'm Emma. This is—"

"Daystar, Prince of the Enchanted Forest, at your service."

"Yeah, we're not gonna hurt you. Wanna tell me what you're doing out here?"

"I'm looking for someone, my sister, Anna. I can't find her." Elsa held up a necklace. "This was hers. I found it in the store filled with things. The keeper gave it to me. Where is she?"

"Hey, that's the necklace Telemain was showing Shiara and me this afternoon!"

She looked sharply at him. "What?"

"Don't worry, we don't want it! We were looking for something else; you can have it."

Her eyes grew wide with panic. "I remember you!" Suddenly, the wind picked up, and the temperature dropped about fifteen degrees. Hook and David started coming closer, and though Emma tried to tell them to fall back, the magic took over. More icicles grew all around them, and the three of them were trapped in an ice cave.

Hook tried to chip at the ice with his hook. Then he and David tried to lift up the ice, but both of those were futile attempts, so David stopped Hook. "We're not giving up!" the pirate yelled.

"We won't, but this is not getting us anywhere!" David answered.

"Well, I'm open to suggestions!"

"Magic made this thing; I think we're gonna need magic to unmake it, which means . . ." he and Hook looked at Shiara as she came closer.

"It's all up to you, love," Hook said to her.

"Oh no," she groaned.

On the other side of the ice wall, Emma and Daystar stood. "Well, I gotta give it to you, you put on quite a show," Emma said. "You wanna tell me what this is about?"

"No," Elsa replied. "Just that I'm very powerful, and you and your people, you need to be more careful," she looked at Daystar, "and you need to leave."

"Gladly," he answered. "If you would, please, show me the exit."

"Yeah, if you wanna, you know, hit undo on that, we'll leave you alone," Emma said.

Elsa, however, paused. "Why don't you find your own exit?"

"Wow, déjà vu. This is like when I first met Shiara." He looked at the ice. "Well, it's worth a try." He walked up and gently rapped on the ice. "Excuse me, please, but would you kindly let the three of us through?" Nothing happened. He touched the wall a little more gently. "This is pretty weird magic," Daystar said. "It's like frozen in the air."

"Anything you can do about it?" Emma asked.

"If I had a hammer, maybe. I never worked with magic when it wasn't moving."

Then David called for her on the walkie-talkie. Emma again tried to coax Elsa into melting the wall, but she instead threatened to freeze everyone in the town if she didn't get Anna. Time passed in silence. Daystar continued to examine the wall, wondering what was taking Shiara such a long time. Emma was starting to shiver. "Aren't you cold? I'm freezing."

"It's never bothered me," Elsa replied.

"Luke?"

"Well, I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a little nippy," he replied. He was actually much colder than that, but he wanted to appear strong.

"The other day, there was something here—a snow monster. I assume you made that?"

"I'll do whatever it takes to get my sister back."

"I can see you really care about her."

"Why do you look so worried?" She pointed at Daystar. "He melted Marshmallow!"

Daystar turn around. "Marshmallow? That's the name of your monster snowman?" he asked.

"Well, I'm not the one who named him."

"OK. Well, that wasn't me; that was my fiancée. She's a firewitch, so she's immune to your magic."

"Firewitch? I've never heard of that."

"Well, since you're a snowwitch, you're distantly related, like cousins, so you might wanna meet her."

"Snowwitch? That's what I am?"

"Well, yeah, someone who has control over snow and ice. It's no mystery what's going on here. You didn't know that?"

"I just . . . I never heard the term."

Emma started to understand. "You don't know. That's why you haven't brought down the wall. You can't control it, can you? What you said to David on the walkie, it wasn't a threat; it was a warning because you can't control what you're doing."

"How do you know so much about me?"

"Because I know me. I have powers too, and I'm not great at controlling them, and it looks to me you're just the same way."

"You have magic?"

"We both do," Daystar said.

Elsa looked like she trusted them. "Anna helps me control it, so if I can find her, she can help me undo this."

"Well, she's not here now, I'm afraid," Emma replied.

"But Shiara's on the other side of that wall somewhere," Daystar said. "She's gotta be working on it."

"What about you?" Elsa asked. "Maybe your magic could help get us out."

"I've been trying," Emma said, "even just trying to warm myself up. I can't really feel my hands or my feet." But she held out her hands and looked like she was trying to do magic, but nothing happened. "See, I don't have control over mine either."

"And you?" Elsa looked at Daystar.

"Yeah, it's gotta move for me to do anything with it. I can't work with magic that's frozen solid," he answered. Meanwhile, Emma started laying down on the ground. Daystar and Elsa sat down with her to keep her from going to sleep.

"Please, tell me more about your powers. Were you born with magic or cursed?"

"Those are my only two options?" Emma asked. "I don't know. I was raised in a place without magic, and I didn't know I had these powers until recently."

"Yeah, mine were acquired," Daystar added as he tried to put his jacket around Emma. "When the Enchanted Forest recognized me as the rightful heir to the throne, it gave me the ability to sense magic and use it directly."

"I didn't have any parents around to help me with them."

"Parents don't always help," Elsa answered understandingly.

"You're telling me," Daystar said. "My mother sent me on a quest, and my father was stuck in some other world at the time."

"I ended up queen of a large country unprepared."

"Wait, you're a queen, not a princess? Wow, that's impressive."

She talked a little more with Emma, so she didn't seem too impressed with that remark, but then she made the comment, "I'm the only one I've ever heard of with powers like mine. Guess that's why I've never heard of a . . . what did you call it, snow-witch?"

"Wait, your sister isn't one?"

"No."

"I thought it runs in the family. None of your relatives-?"

Elsa shook her head. "Just me."

"Well, there are other snowwitches. I met one once."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Ever heard of Kris Kringle?"

Elsa gasped. Emma looked at him in disbelief. "No way, Santa Claus? He's real?"

"Actually, he prefers to go by Kris Kringle, Ambassador of the Northern Regions."

"But . . . he's like me?" Elsa asked.

"Well, yes and no. He was born a snowwitch, but he can't use his powers. See, he has this huge, selfless, kind heart, and snowwitches must have hearts as cold as ice to use their powers."

"Maybe that's why I still have problems with my powers. My heart's still very kind because I love my sister."

"Wait a minute," Emma said. "If he can't use his powers, how can he fly a sleigh and visit all the kids of the world in one night?"

"He borrows Christmas magic from the Enchanted Forest, of course," Daystar answered.

"I ought to visit him one day, ask him more about how to control my powers," Elsa said.

Emma nodded. "Good idea. I think I wanna visit him too, tell him I want a new coat for Christmas, and a hat, a scarf, some mittens, some boots . . . a nice, warm, bed." She started to lay down again.

"Miss Swan, wait," Daystar said as he huddled up closer and put his arms around her and held her very close. "Now, if anyone asks, the only reason I'm doing this is because we'll both die if I don't."

"I understand."

"I didn't mean to trap us here," Elsa said desperately. "Sorry. I wish I can get you out. I just can't figure out how to use these powers sometimes. My father used to make me feel ashamed that I had them."

"You don't have to be ashamed of who you are," Daystar said. "It's a beautiful thing, what you have."

"It can also be very dangerous."

"That's pretty much true with any kind of magic. No worries." But Daystar said under his breath, "Shiara, what's taking you so long?"

Shiara kept trying to shoot flames at the ice wall, but it was too tall.

"I think you're going about it the wrong way, love," Hook told her.

"Well, in what way am I supposed to do it? And how would you know?" she snapped at him.

"He's right," David said. "This isn't working. Try it another way."

"Yeah, you're not really helping either!"

"Here." He came closer to her. "Just put your hands here," he held one hand by the wrist and placed it on the wall, "and . . . do your stuff. Hook and I are going to check in with Gold to see if he knows anything about this Anna."

"'Do your stuff?' That's the best you have to offer?" Hook asked.

"Hey, I'm not a firewitch. I don't know how they work," David answered as they went away.

So Shiara took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and felt her hands get warm. The wall grew wet under her hands. She opened her eyes and saw some running water, like a tiny trickle, coming from the icicle.

"Is that the best you can do? Really?" she heard her father's voice say in her mind.

So she pushed more power into her hands, and she saw them get red, but the icicle still wasn't melting much.

"Come on. Your little brother could melt this wall, and he's still in diapers!" she heard her mother say.

"I'm trying!" she said through gritted teeth and pushed even harder, but she kept hearing her parents' voices in her head, and the melting didn't seem to progress at all. Then she heard her father yell the words she hated the most.

"YOU STUPID GIRL! CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT?"

She screamed in anger, her hair went up in flames, and she hit the ice with her hands.

Eventually, Daystar and Emma were both starting to lose consciousness, and Elsa called for help on the walkie-talkie. David and Hook came back, not with Anna but with a shepherd's crook. "Elsa, listen to me," David said through it. "I need you to find a way out."

"I need Anna!" she answered.

"Well, we don't have her right now, but we have a way to find her, and we will. For now, you're gonna have to do this on your own."

"Shiara?" Daystar said weakly.

"That's right. What about the . . . witch with fire?"

Hook got on the walkie-talkie. "I wouldn't take that route, love. The lass looks ghastly."

They heard her voice over the walkie-talkie, very weak and panting. "I can't do it," she gasped when she saw Daystar. "It's just too big."

David continued to encourage Elsa over the walkie-talkie, but Daystar crawled over to the wall and put his hand on one area, the place where Shiara had gotten the ice to melt. "Hey, it's fluid. Elsa! There's a weak spot, over here!"

Elsa stood, channeled her powers, and blasted it. She created a hole just small enough so they could get out. Shiara was leaning against the ice wall and panting, her face as white as a ghost. "I'm sorry."

"That's OK, Sweetie," he said. "Don't overexert yourself. You tried."

Elsa gasped and ran closer to Shiara when she saw her, but she stopped short. Daystar looked at her. "Elsa, this is Shiara, my fiancée. Shiara, this is Elsa. She's a snowwitch."

"You look a lot like my sister," Elsa said.

Shiara smiled. "I like your dress."

"Thank you," Elsa said. "I made it myself."

They all went back to the loft, got Emma and Daystar both under some warm blankets. Then the power was restored, and Henry offered to get his mother a cup of cocoa.

"Cocoa, as in chocolate?" Elsa said. Henry nodded. "Could I have a cup too, please?"

"Sure, no problem," he said.

"What about you?" David asked Shiara. "What does a firewitch need to feel better after this?"

"I think I just need to go to bed," she answered. "I'm so tired."

"I can walk you back to Granny's, love," Hook offered.

"I'd like that." She added as an afterthought, "Thank you."

"What's the matter, Elsa?" Daystar said. "You look sad."

"Not only have I lost my sister, I lost her necklace, too," Elsa answered. "I dropped it in the ice during all the excitement. Now I have nothing of hers."

"That's OK. I bet Telemain can help you find it in the morning. He knows all sorts of spells for retrieving lost items."

"And this can help you find lost people." David said getting out the shepherd's crook. They never saw Anna, but they heard her heartbeat, so she knew she was alive.

"You think we could use it to find other snowwitches?" Daystar offered. "I know Elsa feels lonely in her powers, too."

"It only works on people the owner branded, so probably not."

"It's alright, Daystar," Elsa said. "I'll go meet Ambassador Kringle one day, and I'm sure he'll introduce me to even more people like me, but for now I'll concentrate on my sister. One thing at a time. Besides, I think as I get to know you, your fiancée, and Emma, I won't feel so lonely."