Yay I updated the day I promised I would! I was ready to post this chapter on Tuesday, but my computer wouldn't turn on. Ugh it's snowing, again. I know that since I'm a pure Minnesotan I should be in love with snow and everything, but not right now. I'm to pumped up over my trip in a few weeks. 15 more days! Anyways, here's the next chapter. If anyone can guess the allusion to a specific movie or two, I'll PM you the next chapter a few days early!

I bolted up from the bed I was on, blindly shooting awake from my dream.

"ANNA!"

"Aralynn!" I hear Pan's low voice from outside. "Open this damn door now before I kick it down myself! And I don't care if you're in the way!"

My heart pounding loudly in my ribs, I looked wildly around the room I was in; my brain not registering where I was at first. When I gathered my surroundings, I let out a gasp. The room I was in was small, but a cozy kind of small. There was the bed I was on, which was very comfortable if I had to admit it. The other sparse furniture in the room included a small nightstand next to the bed with some books on it, a small round table in the corner of the room, and a tall dresser up against the opposite wall from the bed. There was another door besides the entrance, which I assumed went into a washroom of some sort. And weapons were scattered around the room wildly. A dagger on the nightstand, a knife and a slingshot on the dresser, and a sword or two on the walls. But all those little things weren't what caught my breath in my throat.

The whole room was encased in a solid sheet of ice, two inches ice was covered in intricate scrawls and drawings, making the room beautiful. Beautiful, but deadly. And all my doing, while I was sleeping. Panicked, I tried to get up, only to belatedly realize I was horrible tangled up in the bedsheets. In my efforts to untangle my legs, I ended up flipping myself ungracefully onto the floor.

Face planting with a wooden floor is not a nice morning wakeup call.

Still lying on my stomach, I quickly threw a hand out to the walls and my ice blanket melted, leaving nothing in its trace. The room was back to its normal state, and nobody would ever have to find out.

Pan let out a low snarl before speaking again. "I swear to god I'm going to count to three, and if this door isn't open I'm going to do so many things to you you'll wish you were in hell instead."

I sighed, annoyed with him and the disaster of discarded bed sheets lying on the ground below me. Putting up my walls, I replied to the little devil outside. "God, Pan, calm it and can it. The door is unlocked."

He huffed, annoyed, before twisting the handle and flooding the room in bright sunlight. I blinked, shielding my eyes with my hand, and looked at his silhouette in the door frame. I heard him chuckle before stepping inside and shutting the door. I heard the snick of the lock being placed, then he turned back to me with that infuriating smirk on his face.

Great, I thought, Here comes trouble.

You know there's something wrong with a person when you've hardly known them for a day and you can already tell what's going on in their minds just by one smile.

I lay on the floor face down, to lazy to stand up and face Pan. I put my head on my arms and look to the side, avoiding him. I can hear him walking closer to me, before his boots are blocking my view of the wall. My gaze slowly travels up his body, until I meet his eyes, which are swirling with dark amusement. I almost jump when he speaks.

"Did our little princess fall out of bed this morning?" He asked, laughter barely concealed in his voice.

I let out a short breath at his tone. Slowly standing up, I turned my back to him before replying. "Shut up, Pan. I just got caught up in the blankets. I couldn't get out."

He chuckled. "Oh I know how comfortable the blankets are," he winked at me, "that's my bed."

I whirled around to face the teen, shock written on my face before I could hide it. "What did you just say?"

His dark eyes burned into mine. "I said," he drawled, that annoying smirk still on his face, "that bed you were sleeping on? It's mine." He chuckled again to himself, raising an eyebrow at me suggestively. "Too bad I wasn't able to enjoy it with you."

My eyebrows furrowed as my face took on a furious expression, darkening my eyes with anger. I walked up to Pan, until I was only inches from him. "Listen here, Peter Pan," I hissed, annunciating every word clearly. I walked forward until he was pressed up against the wall and I was on my tiptoes, looking him in the eye. "I don't know why you thought it a good idea to wake me up like this, or why you think you can so easily flirt with me; and I don't care. I know you came up here for a reason, so just get to the point so that I can be alone again. What. Do. You. Want." Every word I spoke was spoken with a sharp poke to his toned chest.

As I was lecturing, Pan's smirk dropped, quickly replaced by a dark scowl. Before I could register what had happened, Pan flipped our positions so that I was harshly pressed against the wall. His forearms were leaning against the wall on either side of my head, trapping me in his human cage. His face was inches from mine, our breath mingling until it was as if there were only one person in our small space.

With his scowl still on his face, he spoke quietly. "What do I want from you?" He raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "I want to know who you are. I want to know where you come from, who you were before the curse took over Storybrooke. I want to know why you woke up this morning screaming the name of a woman I don't know."

He let out one breath, two, before leaning back a little. I now had a little wiggle room, as he was no longer pinning me to the wall. "You see, Aralynn, I'm a curious boy." His arms dropped from their position next to my head, and he stepped away from me. His face took on a curious expression.

Walking over towards the table in the corner, he picked up the knife, twirling it around in his hands slowly. Still facing away from me, he continued. "I'm curious, because I know of many people in the Enchanted Forest, but I can honestly say I've never had the pleasure of seeing-or hearing of- you."

He set the knife back down on the wood table. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Pan turned to face me, smirk ever present on his face yet again. Then, it morphed back into one of mild curiosity. "Or this," he continued, "What's her name...Anna?"

I froze. How dare he. I straightened my back, raising my height as much as I possibly could, which wasn't much more than my previous stance. The temperature of the air started dropping, subtly enough so that Pan didn't notice, but I did. And I didn't care. He had no right to say her name. I never even allowed myself to speak it, until now. Slowly, like a glacier moving across the Atlantic, I walked towards the smirking teen, ready to give him a piece of my mind.

I could feel my heart freezing and my hands turn cold as I spoke, my voice as sharp as glass. "You have NO RIGHT to speak her name! You can't just come to my door and eavesdrop on me whilst I am sleeping and expect to get answers to your intrusive questions! I don't care who you are, or how powerful you may be. All you are is a boy, and one day your so called 'curiosity' will come back and kill you when you least expect it."

At my words, Pan stiffened. I had struck a nerve. His face turned murderous. He quickly strode over to where I was standing and took my wrists in a painful grip. He glared down at me. "You are on MY island. You are under MY control. You will not speak to me that way, no matter who you think you are. You are just a girl, and that is all you'll ever be." He spat my words back at me.

My willpower snapped at his cocky tone. Wrenching my hand out of his death grip, I reeled back and socked him right in the nose. The force behind my punch caused Pan to let go of my other wrist and reel back, holding his bleeding nose with his right hand. Looking at him triumphantly, I shook my sore hand and smirked.

My grin slid off my face when I saw the look on his. His smile held a cocky triumph, as if he had been waiting for me to snap. Running his sleeve under his nose to wipe away the blood, he spoke.

"You've got fire, I like fire." He turned away from me, striding towards the exit. Right before he opened the door handle, he turned to me and spoke. "You might not know this now, but since you are new to the island I will let you off with a warning. If I want something, I will get it. And what I want right now is answers."

Turning back to the door, he opened it, letting in the sunlight. Setting one foot outside the frame, he paused as if remembering something. He spoke one last time, amusement laced through his words. It took me a few seconds to register what he had said, but when I did, I couldn't help the small gasp that escaped my lips.

"And by the way, you might want to sit by the fire for a while. You seem a little...cold."

So hopefully next chapter will be up on either Sunday or Monday, depending on how much freedom I have. Or, you know, if this storm doesn't knock down the powerlines again. Oh, and thanks to all the reviewers! Especially Dreamer-Girl96 and ipreferoriginal, your reviews made me smile. Don't worry, everyone else's did too :). Speaking of which, I need 8 more reviews for the next chapter! Unless, of course, you guess the allusions. And I've found some pictures of people who look like Ari and Alec, so if you want some real life examples besides Elsa I can post them on my profile. Also, in a few chapters, we may or may not be introduced to more characters, so they could be posted to. But, only if you tell me, I can't read minds over the Internet. So, see you all later!