Ice Princess

Killian is a single father a little girl who wants to learn how to Ice Skate. Emma becomes her teacher, and Killian finds himself drawn to her

Emma Swan was one of the best Ice Skater's Storybrooke had ever seen. She was graceful, beautiful and very elegant, and a lot of the women the same age, wanted nothing more to be her or look like her.

According to the small girls, she looked like something out of a Disney Movie. Her hair was long and golden, soft locks which fell to her mid-waist and her eyes deeply resembled a green forest, and her skin was as fair as Snow White's.

And just as people began to believe that she would make it into the Pro-Circuit, Emma fell in a triple-lutz, permanently damaging her hip.

Emma had spent six months recovering from her injury, and when she was released, she now walked with a limp, allowing her to only glide on the ice, never to compete in another tournament again.

Everyone thought that Emma would avoid the ice-rink and keep clear of the sport all together, but she proved them all wrong, by opening her own skate school, using her best friend, Mary Margaret Blanchard, who had narrowly missed the Pro-Circuit to demonstrate the moves she couldn't do. Together, they moved on from their disappointments.

So when Killian Jones's daughter, Eve, decided that she wanted to learn how to figure skate, he knew exactly who to bring her too. It didn't matter that they were new to the town of Storybrooke, many people had heard of Emma Swan and her terribly timed accident.

Killian now sat in his Mercedes, waiting out front of Storybrooke Elementary for Eve to finish school, and then they would make their way over to Arendelle Ice Rink, and hopefully sign her up for some beginner's classes.

Killian's smile lit up when Eve climbed into the passenger seat.

"Guess what, daddy?" She asked in her sweet six year old voice.

"What?" Killian smiled, as he pulled out of the school car park.

"Today we had to draw pictures of our family, and I drew you." Eve smiled, quickly showing Killian the pic.

Killian gave a sad smile as he looked at it. Yes, he was Eve's father and only living family member. His wife, Milah and her parents had been killed in a car accident, his parents had been killed in a gun riot at a local shopping center and his brother, Liam, had died on a boating accident.

"So, are we going to the Ice Rink?" Eve asked.

Killian turned his head and gave her an excited smile. "Yes, we are."

Twenty-minutes later, Killian parked in a free space in the ice rink's car park and Eve climbed out of the car in an excited manner.

"Come on daddy, keep up." She giggled.

Killian faked a jog before he reached down and swept her up in his arms, carrying her into the fancy looking building. Eve's eyes widened in amazement as she looked around the grand foyer.

"Look daddy, it is Mary Margaret Blanchard, another skater. Emma's best friend." Eve whispered in an excited tone.

Mary Margaret turned at the sound of Eve's excited voice and gave a small smile.

"Hello, how can I help you?" She asked.

Killian gently set Eve down on her feet. "Just wondering how we go about booking beginner's classes?" Killian gave her a small. "My daughter, Eve, wants to learn how to skate."

Mary Margaret smiled down at Eve. "We have two options, we have a group class which is $15 an hour, or we can do a private, which is $40 an hour. The uh, more serious skaters tend to go for the private's."

Killian whipped out his wallet, and Mary Margaret caught sight of the swift looking Mercedes Keys.

"And the wealthy people."

Killian chuckled. "What do you say, Eve? Group of private?"

"Uh, private first, so I know I'm not going to embarrass myself."

Mary Margaret couldn't help but softly laugh. "Cute. How old are you, Eve?"

"Six, turning seven next week." Eve replied, a little shyly.

Mary Margaret gave another smile. "So uh, Mr…"

"Jones. Killian Jones."

"When would you like to be booked in?"

"As soon as possible." Killian answered.

Mary Margaret opened the computer and glanced around. "Well, believe it or not, Emma has two free privates. One for four o'clock or five o'clock."

"Both." Eve said excitedly. "I want to do both."

Killian glanced at Mary Margaret and chuckled. "Is that possible."

"Of course. She's very eager isn't she?"

Killian nodded.

Mary Margaret handed some paper work to Killian to fill out, and when he did, she asked for both him and Eve to follow her. Eve held Killian's hand tightly as Mary Margaret guided them into the arena.

That was the first time Killian Jones ever laid eyes on Emma Swan.

She was leaning over the railing, her blonde hair falling gracefully down her back, yelling not-so-gracefully at the skater on the rink.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Emma asked. "How many times do I have to tell you? Jump once."

Eve hid slightly behind Killian so that Emma couldn't see her and Killian had an amused expression on his face.

"Bloody amateurs." Emma muttered under her breath, taking a sip of her coffee. "Right, you're done of the day!"

Mary Margaret smiled a little nervously. "Uh, she's really nice."

Emma turned to face them and raised an eye-brow. "Hello?"

"Emma, meet your private for the next two hours."

Emma looked Killian up and down. "You're a little old aren't you, twinkle toes?"

Killian's amused expression vanished. "Oh, no. My daughter, Eve…"

Eve shyly stepped out from behind her dad, and was met with a warm smile from Emma.

"Well this makes more sense. Uh, excuse my shouting before. I don't know how many times I have told those two…" She indicated to the skaters who had just gotten off the rink. "To jump once."

Emma noticed that Eve still looked a little nervous. "I promise, I'm not evil or something. Come on; let's get you some ice skates."

Eve perked up at that and quickly made her way over to Emma, who rested a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm Emma Swan." She smiled. "And you are?"

"Eve Jones."

"It's lovely to meet you, Eve."

Killian glanced at Mary Margaret. "Forgive me, but after seeing her shout like that before, it's weird seeing her look so comfortable with a child."

"Emma's great with kids. Always has been. Well I better get back to work. Nice meeting you."

"You too."

Killian took a seat on one of the stands, and in the mere distance, he could see Emma limping, and he couldn't help the sad feeling inside of him, knowing what had happened.

Eve and Emma were gone for about ten minutes, and when they returned, Killian noticed that Eve had a small pink frilly leotard on.

"Can't skate in a school uniform." Emma said, as put her ice skates on. "Don't want to ruin it. Eve can keep that. I've had it for years. It was mine when I was little."

"Oh, uh, thank you." Killian said, looking a little hesitant.

Emma glanced at him. "It's also an apology for scaring her before. I have never had a kid that's hidden from me before."

Killian chuckled. "Well, you did look a little frightening."

Emma rolled her eyes, as she stood, using the wall for support.

"Do you need help getting on the ice?" Killian asked.

Emma looked at him surprised, but her gaze was also soft. "You know, ever since my injury, no one has asked if I needed help to get on the ice."

"I'm so…"

"Don't be." She smiled. "It's refreshing. But I can get on, it's just walking in these can be a pain, but once on the ice, it's good."

Killian nodded. "Alright."

Emma made her way onto the ice slowly and carefully, and once she was on, Killian could see what she meant.

"Okay, Princess…" Emma smiled. "Let's begin."

The weeks went slowly on, and Eve became gradually better and soon she could skate out in the middle. From behind closed doors, Mary Margaret watched as Emma not only taught Eve, but seemed to be socializing with Killian, and they would both be laughing and joking.

It five months after Eve first began her lessons, when she had to stay back suddenly at school for an art show.

Killian, who had become close with Emma, and knew that he had developed feelings for her, didn't have the heart to phone her and cancel.

Instead, he found himself walking into the arena, greeting Mary Margaret and her boyfriend, David, before entering the rink to see Emma gracefully sliding on the ice.

He couldn't help but watch her for a few moments before she noticed him. Emma gave him a warm smile from the centre of the rink before she slowly glided towards him, stopping at the edge.

Killian, who had now gotten into the habit of helping her on and off the ice, lifted her over the edge, before settling her down on the edge.

"Where's Eve?" She asked, as she sat and began to remove her skates.

"Has to stay at school late. I didn't have the heart to tell you she couldn't come on the phone…"

Emma smirked. "Well, I'm glad you're here, because I have to earn my money somehow. My other private cancelled."

Killian didn't miss the teasing look in her eyes and he could see what was coming from a mile away.

"No…"

"Come on, please. David's done it, and I know you can as well." Emma gave him a puppy dog expression.

Killian sighed. "Fine then."

Ten minutes later, Emma had fitted Killian in a pair of ice skates, and was currently gliding on the ice as he gripped the railings for dear life.

"Swan, this is hopeless." He muttered.

Emma moved over to him and held her hands out. "Come on, take them, it's not like their poisonous."

Killian's eyes met hers and he let go of the railing and allowed for Emma to lead him further out onto the ice. When he finally broke eye contact, he realized that they were in the middle of the ice.

"Swan…" His tone was nervous.

"I won't let you go." She whispered, as she slowly guided them in slow circles.

Killian watched her feet before following the same footing motions.

"There you go." Emma laughed.

Killian looked back at her and her eyes met his as well. Emma stopped gliding and continued to look into his blue eyes with her green ones, before she slowly closed the distance between them.

Killian let go of her hands to wrap his arms around her, their foreheads now pressing against one another.

"Emma, I have a confession." He whispered.

"Me too." She smiled. "I like you. I like you a lot."

He grinned happily. "I like you a lot too."

Emma didn't even give him time to take in breath before she crushed her lips against his, too which he responded back with as much equal passion.

Three years later, there was another reason why Emma couldn't skate. Only this time, she wasn't even allowed on the ice.

She sat on the benches, in between Killian's legs as she watched her step-daughter Eve glide around the area, stopping occasionally to smile and wave at them, whilst Killian stroked her bloated, heavily pregnant eight month belly.

Emma was no longer an Ice Princess. That title now belonged to Eve.