Chapter 8.

A. N. No copyright infringement intended. Please don't sue me.

I accidentally duplicated chapter 6. I modified chapter 7 so that it was truly a new chapter, but a modification didn't update - didn't show that a new chapter had occurred. So if you read chapter 6 and then chapter 6 the again, I encourage you to go back one chapter. Read the real chapter 7, and then onto this, chapter 8.

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The rock giants were fighting again. Elsa stood on a cliff overlooking the river below and land beyond. The giants were tearing pieces of the land and throwing them at each other. As a giant was hit with a soil and vegetation boulder, the giant exploded. It's individual parts coming to rest miles from where it originally stood.

The air was still. There wasn't a breeze to cool her overheated skin. Elsa's voice, dry and crackling sounding from disuse called out, "Gale?" But nothing happened.

Without understanding how Elsa made her way to the river's edge and called out for Nokk. The river was had shrunk to a stream as Nokk came forth. Not the strong defiant horse that Elsa had tamed but a feeble creature that looked as though he'd worked in fields all of his life and was ready to surrender to death. Shock rang out in Elsa's voice as she said Nokk's name again, hardly recognizing him.

Then Bruni was at her side. But not the small scared salamander that had once needed her comfort, but a coiling and striking snake that spit fire as it hissed. The ground around him was scorched and burnt. All vegetation distorted to ash. Bruni looked at Nokk and spit fire directly at him. And before her eyes, Nokk evaporated!

Without air to aid and earth to consume, and without water to fight it, the angry snake that was Bruni shank again. Turning his sad glowing eyes up to Elsa, Elsa knelt sobbing without tears and without breath. Bruno's eyes turned black and he became a like charred twig on the ground. Reaching for her friend, Elsa's finger brushed the twig instantly breaking it into ashes!

"Perfect," a voice behind her said.

Whirling around as she stood, Elsa gasped seeing the her grandfather! "Perfect?" She questioned. "How is this desolate emptiness perfect?!"

"Because it is without magic," he said menacingly as he came closer. "And you, my mistake of a grandchild, have failed!" With those words, he lunged for her. —

"Elsa!!" She was in Liam's bed. He was shaking her to wake her from this nightmare.

"Liam?" Elsa's heart was beating so rapidly she felt that it would burst from her chest. Her tears were flowing and fists clinched in their sheet, she realized that she was reacting as if still in the dream and wanting to protect herself. "It - it w-was so real!"

Now that she was awake, Liam pulled her close to him, the two of them sitting up against the headboard. "Oh Elsa! Are you alright? You're shaking!" Liam pressed kisses onto her cheeks and eyelids. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Gods, no," Elsa sobbed. "But I think I need to."

Elsa repeated the dream, the details becoming more solid as she talked. Somehow she knew that if she didn't tell him about the dream, the details would be forgotten. "And you never met your grandfather?" Liam asked.

"No. He died in Northuldra before I was born. When Anna and I went there, Olaf was telling us that water has memory." Liam nodded his encouragement for Elsa to continue. "My powers became so much stronger when I found Ahtohallan. It's a river of ice- Ice… the source of my powers-of Northuldra's powers. Water… ice. I could sculpt the ice into memories. I could hear what the person said through that sculpture."

"Wow!"

"I heard what my grandfather truly thought of the Northuldrans." Elsa wiped tears from her cheeks. "My grandfather murdered their leader because he saw magic as evil."

Liam leaned in to kiss the tears off of Elsa's cheeks. "Magic itself isn't evil. You're not evil."

"But if he was alive, he'd disagree."

Elsa, love," Liam whispered. "If he was alive, he and I would be having words."

Elsa smiled and turned into him. "My hero," she whispered as she stifled a yawn. "I'm tired, but I'm scared to sleep."

"Let's go downstairs," Liam suggested. "Granny's got some hot chocolate that might help you feel better."

"Good idea." Liam donned a shirt with his sleep pants and they paused at Elsa's room so she could grab a robe.

"Is this you?" Liam asked as he rubbed his upper arms feeling the hallway temperature.

"Unfortunately, yes," Elsa admitted. "Whenever I feel stressed or out of sorts, my powers defiantly affect the temperature around me. Usually it's on the small scale, I defiantly don't want to put another on ice wall around Storybrooke again."

As she spoke, Liam held her hand and they traversed to the staircase. He kissed the back of her hand, feeling pleased that her chilled skin was a little warmer, "After you," he indicated.

They decided to investigate Granny's sitting room instead of the adjoining diner. Liam found the packets of chocolate mix. He showed the small coffee maker that also heated water. They made two cups of hot chocolate and Liam found the can of whipped cream in the small refrigerator under the counter. Liam chuckled as a thought occurred. At Elsa's inquisitive look, Liam sprayed a little of the cream into his mouth. The action was so unexpected to her, that she laughed louder that she should in this empty still room. "Want to try?" Liam asked.

At her nod, Liam duplicated the treat for her. Elsa's eyes widened in delight. Liam looked and found a bottle of rum in the cabinet as well. It wasn't a brand he'd seen before, but he thought it would go well with the chocolate and help elsa relax. He held the rum bottle up, and Elsa nodded. He added a good measure before topping their mugs with the whipped cream and walked over to the sofa to enjoy the beverages.

"Thank you," Elsa said.

"Anytime," Liam said after taking his first sip. "When you've been in the library, has there been anything in your research that could have lingered in your mind? Something that would have contributed to the dream?"

"No— well." Elsa paused. "Most of the books contain stories that I'd already heard. And then with Anna's pregnancy, I kind of started looking at stories of children. Those have been fables or cautionary tales. It seems that the authors of those also agreed with my Grandfather; that magic is evil and the children would be too. I've read that wording or something like it for so many days now, that maybe it's stuck in my mind."

"Do you think your dream could be prophetic?"

Elsa choked on the sip she'd taken. "Pro-profectic?"

Liam leaned in and gently kissed her, hating the stricken expression on Elsa's lovely face. "I didn't mean to worry you," he paused. "But it's not unheard of —dreams being a warning of the future."

"I don't know, Liam." Elsa whispered. "It felt so real. What if that barren wasteland is the future of my home?"

"Then we'll fight to keep that reality from happening." Liam said as he kissed her again. "Together." The sun was rising, it's golden light spilling into the sitting room at Granny's. The light seemed to bring a sense of peace with it.

As the two enjoyed their hot chocolate and each other's company. Elsa looked out on the warm rising sun with more peace in her heart. "Together," she repeated with a sigh.

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A N 2. Don't hate me. I am struggling with some writers block and this is as far as I've gotten.