Hey everyone! I'm sorry it's taken so long again…Geometry class has been killing me lately! Well, anyways, here it is! Chapter two! Thanks for the reviews and follows…I hope you're not disappointed, and enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it! If you haven't reviewed it yet, please do! I'd love to hear what you think! Also, if you want to send story ideas or theories, my email is 14 . I love getting emails! But please, nothing inappropriate, and no spam.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Once Upon a Time, ABC does…but if anyone has a connection, please, hook me up! I love acting and singing, and would love a part on this amazing show! I also love writing, obviously, so I could help write the scripts, too! I have half a billion ideas! ;)

Enchanted Forest

The sun rose in the sky and smiled on the little camp in the middle of the woods. Soon all would be a bustle of activity as everyone prepared for the day's journey, but for now all was still and peaceful.

Suddenly, a piercing cry filled the silence, followed by the sounds of hushing. Inside the small tent near the middle of the bunch was a pretty sight. Belle sat on the edge of her bed, cradling Elsa in her arms, soothing her with soft whispers and a comforting presence.

"Belle?" hissed a soft voice from the tent door, "May I come in?" Belle smiled.

"Yes, come in, Grace. Elsa just woke up…I assume you wanted to see her?"

"Well, her and you," the girl smiled.

"You want to hold her?" Belle gestured to the baby. Grace nodded excitedly. Belle carefully laid the tiny baby in the 12-year-old's arms. She grinned excitedly.

"I always wanted a sister…" whispered Grace longingly as she looked at the now quiet child. Belle looked thoughtfully at her for a moment.

"Grace, how would you like to be Elsa's honorary big sister? You know, someone she can play games with, and talk to. I always wanted a sister growing up, but never did," Belle paused, and looked Grace in the eye, "This is a big responsibility. So, what do you say?"

"I would love to be Elsa's big sister," replied Grace seriously, but the excited twinkle in her eyes betrayed her happiness.

From that moment on the two were inseparable. Grace helped Belle wash, clothe, and watch Elsa. Grace took her responsibilities seriously, never straying far away when in charge of Elsa, and always gentle and attentive. The young girl gave Belle an opportunity to do more as well, without a baby in her care.

One day, Belle was playing with her now one and a half-month-old daughter while sitting in the grass when Neil walked up.

"Hey Belle," he said. Then, kneeling down, "hey little sis! How's it going?"

Belle smiled, "It's great! Elsa's newfound love is the grass…she's interested in how it feels. It tickles your toes, doesn't it, sweetheart? Yes, she loves the spring, all the new sounds and smells! It's so exciting!"

Neil grinned. He loved watching Belle interact with Elsa. His little sister was really smart for her age, and so curious about the world around her. There was so much of Belle in her, but a lot of their papa, too. At that thought, a shadow crossed his mind. He still missed his father, more than he liked to admit. Belle was the only one who understood his feelings, but even she didn't completely. Neil was full of regret, anger, and even guilt, with all the pain piled on top. She had a baby girl to remind her of Rumplestiltskin, but Neil had no one. Neil didn't even have his son.

"Neil? Are you alright?" Belle's voice jerked Neil back to reality.

"Oh, yeah, I'm great," he answered, pasting a reassuring smile on.

"Are you sure, because you don't…" Belle's voice trailed off, "Neil, is that ice on the ground?" She pointed to a patch of white ground, which seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Neil knelt down, inspecting the place.

"Yeah…it is. How would ice get here? It's like 60 degrees."

"I don't know, honestly," Belle's face filled with worry, and she clutched the baby tighter to her chest. How was this possible? Naturally it couldn't be, so the obvious answer was magic. But whose? Belle didn't know, but maybe Regina or Hook, or someone else did. She stood up.

"We should go tell the others. Come on, Neil!"

Neither one noticed the trail of ice that followed them as they walked away.

"Well, Rumple, it seems that I thought right! There is more to your daughter than meets the eye!" she laughed, a cold, cruel, humorless sound that filled the listener with dread, and Rumplestiltskin groaned.

"Why did you bring me here? Why didn't you let me die?"

"Oh, Rumple, I have such plans for you, and your little daughter! Together, you will help me achieve what I want. Then, maybe then, I'll allow you to die…but not until I see you suffer!"

She laughed again, then swept out of the room, locking the door behind her. Rumplestiltskin clambered to his feet, and stumbled over to the glass ball in the middle of the room. Inside it, he saw Belle, Elsa, and Neil making their way to the camp. And somewhere, deep inside, a memory stirred.

Regina hated monkeys. Especially ones waith wings. But, she had to admit, she owed this particular one a favor. After all, it had allowed her to be introduced to a most interesting man. The group had been walking along, quite happily, when the dreaded monkey had attacked the smallest member of their group: Roland, the outlaw's little five-year-old son. Regina, although she really could care less about the outlaw, couldn't stand by and watch an innocent child get hurt. So, she'd grabbed the boy, and destroyed the foul creature. Meaning, she'd jumped in front of the boy and turned the monkey into a stuffed animal. But, it didn't sound as brave that way! But still, now that she thought about it, she had been pretty brave…anyways, the outlaw, or Robin, as he'd insisted she call him, overjoyed at his son's safety, thanked Regina over and over. Now, he was a man that intrigued Regina. A noble thief. That didn't sound possible, but it was. He was, to be precise.

Regina shook her head. It hadn't seemed possible to feel at all interested in any man, not since Daniel. But, maybe, just maybe, it was possible to find, if not love, companionship more than once in life.

Emma Swan wasn't one to hate people. Dislike, certainly, but not hate. But this pirate with a hook who kept following her around was mighty close to pushing her limits. He simply could not leave her alone! Everywhere she went, he appeared, making ridiculous claims about Emma's family. He even went so far as to interrupt Emma's date with Walsh! The very date on which Walsh proposed to Emma! Hook's appearance pretty much ruined the evening for Emma. She knew what he said was impossible, illogical. But some part of her, deep down, believed the man. The child in her who wanted to believe she had parents who needed and wanted her. Emma shook her head, as she walked down the street towards home. No, it was ridiculous. Besides, she had Henry, who really existed, and needed her. Yet, even as she dismissed the idea, a tiny part of Emma's mind held on to the possibility of this being real, and it wouldn't let her completely forget. Someday, not so far away, this thought would hook Emma's brain again, and show her truth.

So, what do you guys think? Where's the ice from? Will Rumplestiltskin remember before Zelena can begin her plan? Where will Robin and Regina's relationship go? Will Regina allow love in, or push it out? And, will Emma remember in time? Keep reading to find out!

Next week, Belle and Neil talk to the group, Regina goes to her castle and finds Zelena, and Hook confronts Emma again.

BTW, I realized that some of the things I said would happen this week didn't…I'm really sorry, but this is what made sense to me…don't worry, I will get to those things, just not yet. Please stick with it, still!