Aaand...it did, in fact, take another year+ to get this updated. Sorry, guys ^^;; Getting your officer qualification pin in the Navy is nothing to sneeze at!

For those of you who have seen the show, the events will still be happening in the same order, but this chapter will be the filler to ensure Kaya is around for the real action! However, the chapter will allude to events that we haven't seen detailed in the story yet, so bear with me!

Interlude

"What do you mean he's gone?"

"Gold, you better not mean you've lost my son!"

"I haven't lost anyone." Gold growled at the two distraught mothers in front of him. He glanced at the mess he had walked in on this afternoon after returning from running an errand. He had yet to clean the spilled potions up, but upon identifying the substances that had been (he assumed) unintentionally combined with each other, finding his grandson became more of a priority than cleaning up a spill. "That particular set of materials, when mixed together, create a powerful transportation spell. There's no way to know where the spell took Henry."

IF that was what happened to him...Gold thought sullenly. All other scenarios considered, he certainly hoped that the least that had happened to Henry by the time they found him was that he had been transported somewhere by accident.

"Now what, then?" Regina bit out; she hated not knowing the whereabouts of her son. "It serves me right for letting him work in this death trap of a shop."

"Regina, it doesn't look like the bottles were taken down by hand before they wound up on the floor." Emma reasoned, drawing on her experience as a former city cop. "It was probably an accident. Henry must have knocked over them over by mistake."

"Which would explain the presence of the broom." Gold added quietly, almost to himself.

"But it doesn't explain where my son is!" Regina said.

"He's my son too, Regina." Emma reminded. Like I'm any less worried.

"And my grandson." Gold said. "I'll find him."
"You're damn right you will." Regina growled. "You'd better pray you do."

Emma and Rumplestiltskin both briefly pondered the merit of reminding the former evil queen of the dangers that lay in threatening the Dark One, but before either could say a word, Regina had stormed out of the shop, a woman on a mission to find her son.

Henry didn't know exactly where they were as they exited the portal, and he had no way of guaranteeing the wardrobe would give them a portal straight to Storybrooke.

But hey, that's what GPS was for, right?

He'd wisely turned his phone off when he realized he'd been somehow transported back to the Enchanted Forest. Had to save the battery for when they got back.

How he had actually been transported to his parents' strange land? He had no idea. And inevitable though that conversation was, it wasn't one that he was particularly looking forward to having with a (he assumed) very disgruntled grandfather.

Once he'd realized where he was, he was able to set a tentative destination, but he needed a guide, as he'd had no idea where exactly in the Enchanted Forest he'd been transported to. He recalled that his grandparents, Snow White and Prince Charming had sent his birth mother, Emma, through a magical wardrobe to save her life from the Dark Curse that Regina had cast all those years ago. Henry hadn't any clue at what time he'd been transported to either, but he once again arrived at the conclusion he needed someone to take him to the castle where the magical wardrobe that could potentially get him home was. He'd just been on his way to find one such guide when a group of strangers had started asking him questions about his clothing and clean appearance.

Which was how he'd met Kaya. Swooping in like the angel that he knew she was, didn't even bat an eye at knocking them all unconscious. She had even enjoyed it, as far as he could tell, not that her face ever gave anything away.

He wasn't naive. He'd assumed that this new stranger, no matter how beautiful, could demand payment (that he obviously couldn't provide) for saving his hide. Henry was surprised when she didn't and instead began to walk away without so much as a word, a dark cloud seemingly following her every movement like an oppressive shadow. After calling to her, he'd asked her name and directions to where the Royal Castle might be. At her blank stare and lack of response, he realized what a ridiculous question that was. Once he mentioned King George (his paternal great-grandfather), she seemed to know the place he spoke of. She stared at him then (she still hadn't said a thing), long and hard, and eventually simply spoke her name, "Kaya".

And proceeded to accompany him on what ended up being only a three-day journey from where he had landed.

The castle appeared abandoned, so Henry could surmise that the Dark Curse had long since been cast. He was making a very big assumption to think that the wardrobe even still worked. He felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders when he saw the portal open for them once they found the wardrobe. Henry hadn't even thought farther ahead than getting to the portal itself to see if it worked. Now that they were back, there was no telling how far removed he was now from Storybrooke.

Thankfully, though, Kaya could fly, so as long as they'd at least made it back to the "Land Without Magic", they'd be able to get back to Storybrooke.

But that was before considering the portal around Storybrooke. If no one could leave, who was to say someone could get in, even if it was someone who originally been inside the barrier?

And what about the ice wall?

All were questions he'd carefully considered during the last few days' travels. Kaya wasn't exactly talkative, but she did seem a bit less somber than the day they'd met.

He felt really sorry for her, having lost her girlfriend (due to circumstances Kaya didn't like to talk about) and having nowhere to go on top of that. Now that he was thinking about it, he didn't think he even knew what her girlfriend's name was.

Kaya felt, rather than saw, the portal close behind the pair as they crossed dimensions. Once outside the portal, she would see to it that the boy was returned to his mother ("mothers" plural, if she was understanding him correctly), and then she supposed she would resign herself yet again to a life of wandering, searching for a woman that very well could have died over thirty years ago. She didn't want to even consider the possibility, but she couldn't rule it out either. After so many years, though physically she hadn't aged a day, due to Orinda's "gift", she felt as if she had lived a hundred years, mentally. She was weary and tired of living without Elsa. Life had long since lost its luster for her, causing the world to appear as if she had suddenly been rendered color blind, seeing no colors but instead a realm of monochromatic shades of black.

As they stepped through the last vestiges of the interdimensional path, Kaya had no illusions about what this new land, and what it would hold (and what it wouldn't) for her.

There would be no Elsa, nothing to relieve the dark loneliness that had been eating away at her soul for the past thirty-odd years. But, damn it all, she couldn't leave this world without Orinda's permission, couldn't die until the demon gave her leave to do so. Which she would never do, as long as their physical forms remained one and the same.

Resigned to her fate, and with so much time to perfect her ability to mask the pain that always wore so close to the surface, Kaya trailed sedately behind Henry as he waved for her to follow. His smile, innocent and optimistic, warmed a small part of her heart long forgotten that could only be touched by someone with such a childlike, naive personality.

She had stumbled upon the boy by accident after he'd been transported to her world. She still didn't quite understand how the child's grandfather held such powerful materials in his shop, but it wasn't really any of her business, so she hadn't pressed. Henry had landed in a back alley behind a tavern in a town where Kaya had been asking for information on a bounty she'd been hunting. A disreputable profession, to be sure, but it was all she could do to not completely lose her mind in loneliness and grief after returning from Catherine's wedding all those years ago. The pain that Kaya had felt at what she'd found...The memory was so distant, but she still almost shivered at the mere thought of it. At least bounty hunting had left her with some outlet for her secret rage...the occasional violent urge and a criminal to take it out on.

Henry had been accosted by a handful of such filth at the time Kaya had happened upon him. The idea of anyone treating a child in such a way absolutely disgusted her.

Never again would there be anyone like Elsa, and she wouldn't feel that she belonged anywhere like she had in Arendelle, but maybe, for those few souls like Henry Mills, so full of life and light, she could find a reason to exist again.

Yes, she decided, she would make sure the boy was cared for.

It was the least she could do for the one who had been the first to make her truly smile in over thirty years.

Henry looked down at his phone as it chimed, alerting him to new messages that had been unreceivable while he'd been stuck in the other realm. He immediately opened his map app without looking at the messages just yet. His hopes fell slightly when he saw their location in real-time.

"Well," he started, giving Kaya a sheepish look. "We're not exactly within walking distance." He ducked his head and pointed a sheepish finger to the sky. "Do you mind?"

Kaya, to her credit, didn't even give a sigh of exasperation as she unfurled her magic-conjured wings without complaint. The individual feathers glowing with a reddish-orange light. It was beautiful; it reminded Henry of his mom's magic. The magic of Regina Mills, though, Henry knew, always had much more emotion behind it than Kaya did. Regina's magic was much more "in-your-face", threatening, almost, when it appeared, whereas Kaya's was much more...subdued.

Though, to be fair, if he loved someone as much as much as Kaya had loved her girlfriend, and lost them, it couldn't have been easy to come back from that. He knew he'd never be the same. It made him wonder what kind of person Kaya had been back when she'd had her love in her life.

He hated to see anyone as nice as Kaya was (though she didn't like to show it) not have their happy ending. Henry was a firm believer that everyone should have their chance at a happily ever after.

Kaya stooped slightly and Henry reached up to wrap his arms around her neck to brace himself. An arm wrapped around his shoulders and the next thing he knew, he was airborne.

Henry had to admit, even if he'd grown up in a magic-imbued town in the middle of nowhere, flying with magic had to be one of the coolest things he'd ever experienced. His heart pounded, pumping blood laced with adrenaline all throughout his body.

Kaya wasn't sure how long they flew, the only things marking the time at all were Henry's brief instructions to direct her flight this way and that. After a while, he finally put the small device he'd been apparently using to navigate away and indicated that they should land.

The woman hadn't even finished setting the boy on his feet before she sensed incoming magic aimed at her head. She pushed Henry to the side and swept a hand across the fireball's path, dissipating the collection of magic instantly.

"Wha-" Henry didn't even get to finish his thought before two women burst into the clearing, one a short-haired brunette and the other a long-haired blonde. The pair couldn't have looked more opposite if they tried. The brunette held out a hand and had summoned more of her magic in her palm, readying to fire at Kaya again.

Kaya didn't give her the chance as she leapt forward, ignoring Henry's cry of protest, and grabbed her aggressor by the neck, holding her a foot off the ground. Kaya's steel grasp left the other woman frantically choking for air as her windpipe was forced closed.

"Regina!" The blonde cried as she shot her own hands out, a white light appearing from her palms. Kaya reacted out of instinct and swept her arm in the blonde's general direction, flinging her out of firing range and onto the ground.

All of it happened so fast that it took Henry a moment to find his voice.

"Wait!" He was suddenly by Kaya's side, desperately grasping his savior's arm in an attempt to stop her from hurting his mothers. "They're-"

But Kaya wasn't listening. She didn't feel angry, just cold and calm, which was only marginally better than feeling nothing at all. It was at least a sign that her heart was still beating in her chest; that she was still alive.

Not that any of that mattered, not without Elsa.

"Wait!" A voice cried. "Stop!"

Kaya's eyes, which had been narrowed in concentration and distaste for what she was doing, snapped wide as the voice registered.

It can't be.

Even knowing her mind was likely playing tricks on her, Kaya was powerless to resist the demanding urge to turn around to locate the source of the sound.

Slowly, grudgingly, the fire-user turned her gaze to the side, both anticipating and dreading what she might find.

The sight that greeted her was more than she could bear; Kaya nearly crumbled to her knees, though from relief or sorrow, she couldn't say.

Elsa watched, enraptured, as Kaya stiffened at the sound of her voice, Regina's feet still hovering dangerously off the ground. Henry and Emma stood stock-still, too afraid for Regina's safety to make any move to help her.

Kaya stayed frozen for a long moment, but finally Regina's choked gasping seemed to snap her out of her stupor and her hand unclenched, allowing Henry's second mother to drop to the floor. Regina glared up at Elsa's lover, as if she couldn't decide whether to put some distance between the two of them or try to strangle Kaya herself.

But Kaya had all but forgotten about the coughing woman at her feet, instead fixing her gaze on the beautiful vision in blue standing before her.

Which, she decided, had to be what this Elsa was. Her heart clenched. She'd given up expecting or hoping for anything more than a brief, occasional glimpse of her beloved, conjured by her grieving mind.

Elsa found herself nearly overwhelmed by the feeling of blossoming happiness in her chest as she and Kaya stared at one another. She couldn't figure out why Kaya had such a forlorn expression on her face. She looked like she was about to burst into tears. She didn't think she could recall a moment when Kaya had ever shed tears.

The Ice Queen took one step forward, wanting nothing more than to sprint across the distance that separated her from Kaya and throw herself into her captain's arms, but the haunted look in Kaya's eyes stalled her exuberance.

Seeing the mirage come closer, Kaya found herself moving backwards, matching the illusion step for step. 'Elsa' appeared puzzled, as if she couldn't figure out why Kaya retreated as she did.

But she couldn't allow the specter to touch her, even symbolically. If she did, she'd be forced to watch once again as the fantasy shattered right before her very eyes. After almost thirty years of that torture, Kaya wasn't sure she'd survive another experience with a fake Elsa her mind had conjured out of longing for the real thing.

Kaya was jolted out of her thoughts by the sensation of a tree trunk digging into her back. Cornered, she looked on in mild horror as the phantom Elsa approached.

"Kaya?" The vision called softly, questioning.

Kaya wished she could retreat further, to melt into the tree at her back to escape the vision that was both her dearest wish and her worst nightmare. 'Elsa' reached out her hand as if to brush Kaya's cheek-

Elsa was horrified at the sight of Kaya snapping her head away from the prospect of her touch. Her heart ached at the idea that something was standing between her and her beloved.

"Hey."

The fire user couldn't seem to stop herself from trembling, her head shaking back and forth in denial of what she was seeing. Elsa had never seen her lover in such a state; she'd never known Kaya to be afraid of anything.

Elsa decided to reach out once more, and this time Kaya didn't have it in her to pull away a second time, and she could swear she felt sparks fly off her skin as the Ice Queen's hand brushed her neck.

Kaya couldn't believe it.

"What the hell is going on?" She heard the blonde mutter.

"Just shut up, Emma." Regina said irrately to her companion.

"Kaya, do you know Elsa?" It was Henry's voice, seeming to be the only one brave enough to directly engage the situation between Elsa and his new friend.

But Kaya couldn't speak, couldn't take forlorn-looking eyes away from Elsa's face. Elsa answered for her.

"She's the captain of my Royal Guard back in Arendelle." She paused only briefly, glancing back into Kaya's eyes as she murmured. "She's also my lover..."

Her captain couldn't be sure if the other three heard Elsa's addition to her confirmation of Kaya's identity, but she certainly did.

It was really Elsa. Her Elsa.

"I thought you said your lover was dead?" Henry inquired.

The boy's statement struck Elsa as if someone had slapped her across the face.

"Kaya?" She turned back to her lover. "What is he talking about?"

"Kaya?"

The shy call from the washroom doorway alerted the fire-user to the other woman's presence, having been too lost in thought to sense Elsa before she'd gotten so close. Kaya had been staring blankly into the bath as if the ripples that appeared and faded in the water held all the answers.

"I've brought clothes for you..." The monarch sounded as unsure as Kaya had ever heard her. "I'll just leave them here."

Elsa turned to leave, but Kaya called her back.

"Elsa." She urged. Kaya stared at Elsa's face for a moment- or what she could see of it, as Elsa still refused to look directly at her. They hadn't made legitimate eye contact since their reunion; the boyish blonde's mother (Kaya was still adjusting to the idea that mother and daughter appeared to be around same age) had shown Kaya where she could wash and recuperate until they figured out what to do next.

"You still can't look at me, can you?" Elsa's gaze continued to avoid her, leaving Kaya with a sense of loss that was almost as consuming as how she'd felt the past three decades.

And now that she'd finally found her again, the idea that Elsa was so close and still so far away was killing her faster than any thirty-year separation.

Kaya sat in the tub for a moment longer, waiting for Elsa to, just for a moment, meet her eyes. When she didn't, Kaya couldn't stand it anymore. She slowly but purposefully rose from the water, feeling the liquid trail down her form to meet the larger body of water at her feet. Kaya stepped from the basin and closed the distance between Elsa and herself, gaging the other's reaction carefully.

She hoped her hand didn't noticeably shake as she reached up to cradle Elsa's jaw in her hand, gently tilting her face towards her own.

The queen stubbornly kept her eyes averted, and it broke Kaya's heart.

Kaya didn't think she could stand losing Elsa again, not so soon, and certainly not this way, but she wasn't about to force her love to do anything she wasn't ready to do. Fighting the rush of emotion that crowded the backs of her eyes, a pressure that would soon manifest itself in tears, Kaya stepped away, dropping her hand and tried not to appear as defeated as she felt.

A swift grasping of her arm was the only thing that stopped her retreat.

"I-" Elsa choked. "I don't trust myself not to-"

She wasn't making sense. Kaya turned her still-naked body towards the Ice Queen and waited. "Trust yourself not to...what?"

Finally- finally- Elsa looked at her, and Kaya couldn't help but marvel at the bond she still felt so strongly with this woman, even all these years later.

"To not-" Her crystal-blue eyes filled noticeably with tears. "Just completely fall apart."

With their connection renewed, the dam broke open, and she began to sob. "Everything you went through..." Her body shook with the force of her roiling emotions. "Thirty years- gods!"

Kaya wasted no time in pulling the crying woman close, wishing she could erase the years, rewind time, but knowing she could not. Powerful though she was, a feat like that was beyond even her capabilities.

"Shh-Elsa, look at me." This time, the queen obeyed without question.

Arendelle's Captain of the Royal Guard wished she knew what to say to make all of this go away. She told her queen as much and proceeded to kiss Elsa's forehead as her tears seemed to subside, for now.

Kaya tugged on Elsa's hand as she slowly pulled away, a silent invitation to join her back in the tub. The queen didn't hesitate and with a sweep of her hand was as naked as the day she was born, but for once, there was no eroticism linked with the queen's beautiful, flawless skin for Kaya. The fire was there, to be sure, but at this moment fueled a feeling of tenderness that Kaya had began to doubt she would ever feel again, after being alone for so long.

Elsa followed Kaya back into the water and leaned against the other woman's chest for a moment, feeling Kaya sigh with contentment.

As suddenly as the peace had started, it was gone again.

Swiftly, without any warning, Elsa turned around, straddled Kaya's hips and Kaya found herself staring up at the agonized face of her beloved queen. The water in the tub sloshed with the woman's sudden movement.

"How?" Kaya didn't need Elsa to elaborate on what she meant, but Elsa went on anyway. "How did you do it?"

The queen reached with both hands, causing Kaya to lightly grasp Elsa's waist to support her, to cup Kaya's face in her palms, looking at her every moment as if for the first time.

"All that time, why didn't you quit?" Elsa shook her head. "Lesser people would have."

It was true, she'd seen men crumble under better circumstances than hers had been. She hadn't known where her lover was, whether she was even alive, and everything either of them had held dear, with the exception of Catherine, completely frozen over, with no way to undo another magic-user's spell to find out what had happened, not way to even find said magic-user, as she had vanished without a trace...If it hadn't been for her stepsister, Kaya might have given up a long time ago...But even that wasn't completely true.

There was only one explanation.

Kaya was no scholar; there were a great many questions she didn't have answers to, but this was not one of them. She knew the answer like the back of her own hand.

"You know why." She met Elsa's watery gaze straight on, her eyes unwavering and sure. "I've said it before; you should know by now."

Elsa's eyebrows furrowed; she couldn't figure out what Kaya could be referring to.

"It didn't matter how long, or how far," Kaya reveled in the soft touch of her queen against her skin. "I would have travelled any distance, withstood any trial, any measure of pain." She shook her head, but her intense gaze never left Elsa's.

"If only I knew that, despite everything," Kaya murmured, "At the end, you would be there, waiting for me."

That was it. At the sound of the truth, Elsa forewent any remaining barriers between her and her lover. She threw her arms around Kaya's neck and hung on, squeezing as if the other woman were likely to disappear at any moment.

The items that lined the shelves above the desk in Elsa's temporary room rattled at the force of the queen's back being slammed against the wall, but Kaya couldn't care less.

She and her lover kissed hungrily, desperately, as if in the next few seconds, the other would fade away to nothing. Hands roamed, bodies melded, and Kaya had never felt more at home than she did at that moment.

Kaya and Elsa breathed hard, their exhales coming through their noses as their lips connected.

After another heated moment, full of excitement and friction, the two parted, leaving both women to stare into each other's eyes as their foreheads rested against one another.

The reprieve lasted only a moment before the fire again threatened to consume them. Elsa let out a gasp as her Captain smirked and had only a moment to wonder at the reason for the sudden change in demeanor as she felt the other woman's strong hands move quickly down her back, over her backside and below to grasp her right below her hips.

In one swift movement, Kaya lifted Elsa up, prompting the other woman to wrap her legs around Kaya for balance, and again shoved her lover roughly into the wall. She knew tender lovemaking had its place, but not at this moment.

Kaya needed Elsa, as the queen needed her, and now.

Elsa certainly didn't seem to mind; if anything, she loved it when Kaya got rougher with her. The ebony-haired woman was usually so chivalrous, it was always a fight to convince her to do anything that might even have a chance of hurting Elsa. But right now, desperation must have sparked something primal in Kaya, and Elsa was loving every second of it.

Keeping one arm wrapped around Elsa to hold her steady, Kaya began to attack the queen's neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses and bites, leaving a trail of marks that Elsa seemed to enjoy immensely, moaning and beginning to grind her pelvis into Kaya. It didn't take much effort, as everything above their hips seemed already joined together.

Kaya growled at Elsa's movement, shifting so that one side of her hip would be predominantly holding Elsa up, and in the process, giving her the contact she so desired.

Feeling the change in Kaya's position, Elsa purred and took the other woman's jaw in her hands and kissed her hard, all teeth and harsh pressure. She was able to nip playfully at Kaya's bottom lip once before the older woman moved again to her neck.

It had been practicality that had made the lovers magically don clothing to cross the hall from the bathroom to Elsa's quarters, sparing the sensibilities of the other residents of the house, but right now the coverings became just another kind of foreplay to the newly-reunited couple. Sure, they could have skin-to-skin contact in less than a second if they wished it...

But where was the fun in that?

Kaya kept suckling at Elsa's neck as she moved down her throat to where her icy dress began. Elsa tilted her head to the side to give Kaya more room to work, and soon the dress was pulled down to her waist, baring the queen's torso to her beloved's hungry eyes.

The older woman admired the round, perky breasts before her for only a moment. She would have taken her sweet time, too, but apparently Elsa would not be having that; hands wildly grasped at the silky black hair and sharply yanked Kaya's head forward, leaving the woman no choice but to continue pleasuring her queen.

Not that she would've stopped; the moon could fall out of the sky at that very moment and Kaya doubted she'd notice.

Kaya took a pert, straining nipple into her mouth, savouring the taste of Elsa on her tongue as she felt the queen's nipple harden even more from the contact. Elsa's fingers never left Kaya's hair, and her hips began circling in a very particular pattern. The pair's breathing was harsh, and Kaya felt Elsa's chest vibrate with a groan.

The ebony-haired woman recognized the signs; Elsa was getting impatient. She knew that she would probably only last an embarrassingly short amount of time herself; it had been a while for her, after all.

Using her free hand, Kaya stroked the neglected breast for a moment, kneading the pink areola into a tight bud, before moving south, hiking up Elsa's dress and smirking through her ministrations at the sigh of relief that Elsa gave at the action.

Finally, Elsa had Kaya's hand right where she wanted it, although the tease refused to touch the exact spot that Kaya knew would set Elsa off.

Apparently she was waiting for something.

"Kaya," Elsa gasped, arching her back to prolong the contact between them. She pulled on Kaya's hair and suddenly their mouths were only inches apart. "Please..."

"Touch me."

Elsa's lover waited no longer.

The queen's back arched as she was claimed over and over by her lover's strong hands. Words could not describe the overwhelming feelings of relief and tenderness that both women felt at having finally been reunited.

The two lovers managed to keep their joining quiet save for the occasional breathless sigh and faint moans that bespoke of their love for one another, a love that had waited out three decades of separation in order to, at long last, be whole once again.

They both lay there, panting and basking in the afterglow, their bodies glistening with the evidence of their passion.

Kaya finally found the strength to push herself up and off of Elsa, looking up to find the blonde with her eyes closed as she sighed, sated for the moment. Elsa's fingers wound mindlessly through Kaya's hair and began to gently stroke the head that was barely held above her chest.

The ebony-haired woman began to regain her senses at that moment, and she took stock of her body, feeling Elsa's soft skin under her fingertips, the perception of the other woman's heart pulsating through her skin freezing Kaya into a state of shock.

Elsa felt Kaya stiffen.

"Kaya?"

The moment Elsa began to feel Kaya's shoulders start to shake, she felt her pull away swiftly, leaving the warm cocoon the pair had created. Naked, she moved to the opposite end of the room, over by the window. Her entire posture screamed tension.

Elsa couldn't put her finger on what had upset Kaya again so suddenly, but the set of her back had her concerned that Kaya was thinking of all the time they'd spent apart, dwelling in her pain.

The queen moved from the bed to stand behind her beloved, softly tracing her fingers along the tightly-wound muscles of Kaya's back.

Rather than comforting the woman, as Elsa had intended the touch to do, it instead seemed to spark a wave of emotion that had Kaya's shoulders trembling under the weight of her grief.

Kaya, she knew, would normally have been embarrassed at the lack of control over her emotions. Which was why it was so surprising when Elsa found herself suddenly wrapped in a hot, desperate embrace once more, feeling rather than seeing the tears coursing down Kaya's cheek, where it pressed softly against her shoulder.

Elsa wasted no time in returning the embrace, wanting to erase all the lonely memories and fears that she knew she was indirectly responsible for, but knowing she could not.

All she could think of to do was stand there, holding her love, and whisper "I'm here, I'm here." Over and over again.

Aaand Kaya is in Storybrooke! FINALLY. For all of you that have read, reviewed and cared whether or not this story was ever updated, I can't tell you how much I appreciate the support. Hope to post again soon!

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