With a full heart she left the shop and practically ran over to the library. She had to do this. Now. Before she lost this spark of courage inside of her. This time when she saw Elsa she couldn't let herself be brought down or tongue tied again. This time she had to tell her. But when she finally opened the door to her sanctuary she found it lifeless; empty. She searched the small table, the place that Elsa had used for her research and found a note that she'd found something important and needed to show Emma right away. "Thank you for your help" she'd written in tidy script, ending their relationship prematurely.

She crumpled the paper up in her hand and grabbed her keys. "Don't thank me yet," she muttered locking the library. Their relationship wasn't over. It had really only just begun. She sped through the streets of Storybrooke in her car until she finally arrived at the police station. At first she felt as though she made a good choice, running wouldn't have gotten her here as fast but she felt as though she'd just run a race. Pulling in she could feel her heart pounding beneath her skin, her face felt flushed, and she felt like it was a struggle to keep air in her lungs, to keep herself calm! Maybe this was what she needed. Maybe she needed a little kick to force the words out.

She ran into the police station. There were lights on and she could hear talking but only one of the voices mattered and she eagerly followed after the voice she knew as Elsa. The back room! The one they'd all watched the tape in. "Elsa!" she exclaimed at her discovery.

Much to her displeasure Hook and Emma were there too. She couldn't stand to think of what they'd think of her once they knew. Hook knowing or Emma knowing, she had no idea which would be worse! But she couldn't risk pulling Elsa away to tell her in private. It had to be done now! Besides, once she told Elsa it was only a matter of time before they all knew that she had lied, Elsa would have to tell them anyway, she may as well come clean entirely and save the time that would take for helping Anna, like she should have years ago.

"Yes?" Elsa questioned as she made her way over to her, trying to catch her breath from her short run inside. In her own defense it had been a very busy day!

"I…I'm sorry, I am so so so sorry, that-" she blubbered, reaching out for her hand, afraid she'd pull it away in only a few seconds. Still, the gesture seemed right considering how she'd let her sister go.

"What?" Elsa interrupted looking worried.

She couldn't put it off anymore. It had to be done.

"I…I've been keeping a secret," she admitted. "I know you're sister, Anna," she breathed as Elsa beamed looking not shocked or horrified but…relieved in a way. Excited almost. She wouldn't be when she learned the tale. "She helped me once but when I had a chance to help her…I let her down and…because I did…she was captured by the Snow Queen."

"What?!" she demanded, her jaw clenched, her eyes icy and angry. That was the expression she'd been expecting from the very beginning. But instead of pulling her hands away, as she expected would happen the grasp she had only tightened. "Where did this happen? When?!" she demanded.

"Arendelle," she answered obediently. "Long, long time ago," she explained. But that was no excuse. She should have told her sister what she knew when she first stumbled into her shop. "But…I have no idea where she is now," she informed her sadly, the one thing that had kept her from being honest with everyone in the first place. She'd looked around her lair, tried to find the hat and Anna but…what she'd found had been much worse. And they needed to know that.

"But uh, I'm afraid we have a more pressing concern," she informed her, all of them really. She knew that Elsa there was no concern more pressing than her sister but this just might be. There would be no jubilant reunion if they got Anna back but there was no one left in Storybrooke for her to come home to. "The Snow Queen has a mirror," she told them, glancing over at Emma, hoping she'd understand the dire warning she was about to give, "imbued with terrible magic that can do terrible things," she shuddered. She would have thought that she was strong…that mirror had taken her down in a matter of seconds and replaced her with suspicion, fear, and hatred. She was weak.

"Mirror?" Hook questioned. "Easy enough let's just go smash it!"

"It's not that simple," she informed him as Rumple had her. If it was that easy to see through or past the thing she would have been able to have the sense to see what it was trying to do and smashed it herself before he'd stumbled onto her but it was…strong. Besides, after what Rumple had told her, smashing it would do more harm than good. "Rumple told me it's part of an awful spell: The Spell of Shattered Sight. If she casts it, its magic will make everyone in Storybrooke turn on one another."

"Bloody hell," Hook breathed glancing at Emma who was looking as though she was taking the news just as seriously as she was presenting it. "The town will destroy itself."

"And there'd be no one left," she clarified. It was bad. Really bad. And the way Emma and Elsa were looking at each other, she'd say they not only believed everything she'd said but understood just how dangerous it all was. Really? After what she'd done everyone was just willing to believe everything that she'd said that easily?!

"Except us..." Emma muttered at the woman, managing to stay on task. Except them? The two of them? What made them so special? Besides the obvious.

"What makes you think that she'd spare you and Elsa?" she questioned.

Emma sighed and reached out for an open book sitting there on the table. "Because of this," she pointed out.

Elsa stared at that book with disgust in her eyes, her nose turned up as if it smelled bad. "She wants it to be just the three of us," she muttered to Emma, who looked up at her with wide understanding eyes.

"Her perfect family," she declared.

But the two of them were having a private conversation, one coded so that she couldn't understand. "I'm sorry I don't understand, what are you talking about?" she muttered looking down at the book. Heraldry. Whether or not she'd told the truth Elsa had discovered it for herself just as she'd hoped.

"The Snow Queen's name is Ingrid," Elsa explained to her looking at the book, pointing to the picture. "And it turns out she's my aunt, but not my only one! My mother had two sisters I didn't know about! Ingrid, the Snow Queen, but also a middle sister named Helga, before my mother Gerda. I had no idea they even existed until I found this. She never mentioned them!"

"That might not be her fault," she muttered. The books, the ones that she'd only just barely uncovered before...well, before her emotions had gotten the best of her. She already knew the Snow Queen's name and the names of her sisters. She'd just forgotten until now. But now that she remembered, she wished she'd just been honest with Elsa earlier and stuck to doing what she knew best and read those books with her. So much of this could have been avoided if she hadn't tried to be a hero all over again. Still...better late than never.

"There are books in the library," she finally admitted, "two in particular, they have large chunks of Arendelle history missing from the time that your mother…and her sisters, would have been growing up. I've been working on restoring them but I can't tell who took the words from them in the first place. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier today."

Elsa offered her an unsure smirk, one that told her she was upset but there were more important things to be upset about than something that had been corrected. "You're telling us now," she muttered, reaching out for her hand. Right. She was telling them now. That was what mattered. But there was something else, something she should have offered days ago when Elsa had first come to her and she'd chosen to keep her mouth shut about what had happened. She hadn't known it but she'd been afraid then. Not of them. But of Anna, what she'd say and what she'd do…but she wasn't now. The truth was already out there, nothing that her friend could say, not even the horrible truth, could change that.

"Listen," she sighed, "there…there might be another way, a way to help find Anna."

"Wait…you can find her sister?" Emma blanched.

She nodded trying to keep the guilt she felt off her face. "With her necklace, the one you found in the shop. If it belonged to her I can track her with-"

"A locator spell," Hook finished sadly for her. She'd nearly forgotten that he'd been in the room with her and Ariel when she used it last. "I'm afraid your books will do us more good than that, love," he sighed with arrogance she couldn't understand.

"Why?" she demanded.

"The necklace," Elsa sighed, she looked as though every ounce of joy and hope had suddenly drained from her face, "I lost it at the ice wall. I dropped it and…it's all I had of hers." Her heart twisted again. No. Telling hadn't fixed everything. She had to live with the guilt of knowing that her actions had removed Anna from Elsa's care. The only difference was that now they knew it too. "But…maybe what you found in the books…maybe there is some reason in there why all this happened, why Ingrid is missing, why no one knew about her. Why she wanted my sister!"

"I won't know if there is any reason someone wanted their memories gone until I finish restoring and read it all," she informed her.

"I don't know if 'why' matters," Emma muttered. "I think what matters most is what she's planning on doing with the mirror and Elsa and I."

"Right," she muttered. "What do you think she's planning?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Hook questioned. "She wants to replace her two younger sisters with Emma and Elsa. It's all right there in the scroll."

"Scroll?"

Emma nodded and reached out for a scroll sitting on the desk. "We found her ice cream truck. Inside it there was a bunch of information on me, from when I was younger in foster care, but we also found this scroll. It's a prophecy. Elsa says it's in some crazy language or other but it says that I'm the savior. It also says I'm destined to be her sister and I don't think we're talking about soul sisters here."

"So…she wants to replace the two she lost…with the two of you?" she questioned reaching out and taking the scroll from Emma. Runic. She knew the language. Not fluently but enough to translate.

"Out of everyone in this town we're the two strongest," Elsa reasoned. "Females that is. We're also the only two with our memories missing. There's a reason for that."

Yes, there was. There always was a reason for missing memories in this town. The question was…what was the reason this time?

I hope I did alright with the extension in this chapter. Surprisingly enough I feel like I actually did okay with Emma and with Hook despite them being my...well...for lack of a better term "problem children". I'm just not convinced I have their character down. Elsa on the other hand I feel pretty confident in. I don't know why, it makes little sense to me why the character that has been on the show the longest would be the most difficult for me to pin down but it's the truth. Elsa I found to be rather easy in a strange turn of events. Anna...well I guess we've got to wait for that until the winter hiatus when the prequel gets released!

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