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"So any idea how we're going to locate a single comatose woman in a hospital full of hawk-eyed trained professionals the majority of whom are probably supervised by our dear friend Whale?" - Killian voiced his concerns sarcastically from the passenger seat. Emma shrugged.

"David's a Sheriff and Mary Margaret is a former patient of Whale's, I'm sure we'll get through with them."

"And I don't suppose you have a detailed plan of the entire building with you?"

Emma narrowed her eyes at his attitude. "Actually, I do. Before we found Gerhardt and Liam, David and I spent some time looking through the archives in Regina's office and found some old blueprints. I took some photos on my phone, so the only problem is figuring out where Whale could've moved Elsa after the fire."

"What if she's no longer in there?" - David spoke up from behind Emma. The blonde smirked.

"Well, David, this would be a first for me, but do you think you could get a warrant to search Regina's place and her office?"

"A true renegade knows when to employ the system to their advantage" - a memory of one of her lessons with Booth suddenly came to her.

David nodded. "I think I can, yes - I'd need to use the recordings you made as probable cause, though."

"Alright."

"So the plan is to search an entire building for a blonde in a coma?" - Killian said sceptically. - "At least let me help and use my charm" - he made air quotes with his fingers as he spoke the last word - "on the staff. That way, we can be quicker."

"Maybe... Maybe we could start with the actual room Elsa and I were at?" - Mary Margaret suggested from the seat next to David, who gave her a concerned look.

"It's probably still surrounded by tape with a "Keep Out" sign at the door. In fact, I know it is because - oh yeah - my own department put it there!" - David spoke, sounding almost as sarcastically as Killian. His wife, however, merely winked, smirking.

"Well then, I guess you have the authority to take it down?" David looked affronted, and Killian chortled.

"You two are uncannily similar" - he said softly to Emma, who gave him a weird look.

"Don't know what you're talking about."

"Mary Margaret, I can't just be alright with you going into a room covered in soot that's likely to collapse!" - David argued, but Mary Margaret shrugged.

"It's gonna be fine, David! We'll just check it out quickly to see if it can tell us where Elsa was moved to" - she disagreed.

"I am so going to regret this" - he grumbled under his breath.

It took about half an hour of manoevring between corridors, dodging stray doctors and nurses and David flashing his badge before they even made it to the staircase leading to the old rooms. Emma shivered at the memory of running down those stairs while the fire was raging above and around her, and Killian furrowed his eyebrows at her, concerned.

"You alright, lass?"

She shrugged. "Fine. Let's just get this over with."

Unbeknownst to her, David and Mary Margaret were experiencing a similar feeling of unease, even though the latter didn't remember why.

Emma tiptoed down first, closely followed by Killian and David and Mary Margaret, who were grasping each other's hands tightly. True to David's word, there was a yellow tape stuck on the entrance.

"Everybody, be careful and watch where you step" - Emma whispered, before opening the door slightly and sneezing almost immediately.

"It still stinks" - she muttered, remembering that night.

"Want me to go in first?" - Killian offered and received a glare in return.

"No, I don't. You either follow me or stay here and be on the lookout." He opted to follow her into the room.

To this day, Emma still was unsure of what actually had transpired that night. Whale told her that the magnificent ice sculptures and figurines around the room that were apparently a result of a blonde woman named Elsa doing magic in her sleep, were just a hallucination induced by excessive amounts of carbon monoxide. Her brain was fuzzy at that point so she had no idea whether he was lying or not. David, who was there with her, claimed to not remember a thing.

The room looked... dead. Devoid of life. Could rooms be considered dead, Emma wondered, if the patients in them were presumed to be on the brink of their death? Stopping herself from voicing that thought when she remembered that one of those very patients was standing right behind her, she stepped over a pile of soot on the floor and approached the bed she remembered to be Elsa's.

"You feel that, don't you?" - Killian's whisper into her ear made her jump. She whacked him on the shoulder.

"Don't do that!"

"My apologies" - he said softly. "It really was unwise of me to scare you like that."

Emma touched the scorched sheets with her pinkie, which made them break into little pieces as though they were made of paper. She watched them fall onto the ground like crooked black snowflakes.

"Feel what?"

Killian didn't answer.

"Killian?"

But she didn't need his response, after all.

Despite her memories of that night being fuzzy, Emma remembered Killian's visit to David's house very clearly. Watching him use his power on Whale was... it was earth-shatteringly mesmerizing. While her senses may have been dulled by the smoke, she remembered the sensation very clearly. It was like watching, or feeling, some sort of energy invade a person's airspace and penetrating their senses in a way she's never seen before.

At first, when she touched Elsa's bed, she felt nothing. After Killian spoke to her, however, she realised what he meant. Despite being charred by the elements, the bed felt cold to the touch. Not like the cool of a metal railing or a glass, but like it was standing outside on a cold winter's day for several hours, and like it brought the remains of that day - the chilly wind, the frosty bite in the air - with it. It made no sense in Emma's head.

"What is it?" - she whispered to nobody in particular. Killian smiled.

"What do you think?"

Emma gasped in understanding. She wasn't hallucinating, after all.

"Guys?"

"Yeah?" - David answered behind her.

"David, how much do you remember from the night of the fire?"

He shrugged. "I told you - I was running through the hospital, and the next thing I know is I'm being administered CPR in an ambulance."

100% truth. No matter.

"I saw you in this room, David. I ran in to help and you were here, kneeling next to Mary Margaret's bed."

He frowned. "I was?"

Emma nodded. "And there was something else. Ice sculptures."

"Ice sculptures? What do you mean, Emma?" - Mary Margaret was genuinely confused.

"There were these ice figurines and ornaments all around the room. It was like... like the flames were turned into ice!"

Emma was aware that she sounded crazy, but she had to get it out.

"When you saw me" - she told David - "you told me you got into the room and fainted and when you woke up, you saw that Elsa froze the fire. You told me that yourself, David. I know you don't remember, and I thought at the time that I inhaled too much crap, but I know what I saw!"

However, the couple only gave her sceptical looks.

"Emma, I know you believe that what you saw is true" - Mary Margaret spoke gently - "but..."

Emma nodded. "I know it sounds insane, guys, but it was real!"

David sighed. "Emma..."

It was clear to Emma that they wanted to believe her, but they couldn't. Somehow, the situation reminded her of her teenage years, many of which were spent trying to get the adults to believe her, but nobody ever did. She blinked and turned away, only to be met with Killian Jones' inquisitive gaze.

"Don't worry, lass. I believe you" - he said simply

"Y-you do?" - she stammered, looking for the signs that he was lying. He wasn't.

"Aye" - he nodded. - "I've seen too many things in this town to not believe you."

"What sorts of things?"

Killian looked right at her. "Beautiful things" - he spoke softly.

Emma didn't get a chance to ponder his words however - a gasp to her left startled her. She turned around.

David was holding Mary Margaret to his chest. She appeared to have been crying.

"What is it?" - Emma asked, running towards them, but David held out his hand.

"She's remembering" - he whispered.

So who wants to know what happens next? You know what to do ;)