Knock, knock,knock!

"I'm coming" Regina called out before she opened the door "Really, no need for the outburst of rage against my door"

Emma came in right away "Maybe you should give a key duplicate to Henry"

"So that you can use it? I don't think so"

"Hey mom" he hugged her and after proceeded to the living room "Where's Elsa?"

"Having a cup of tea in the study"

"Did she gave you any trouble?"

"You are much more of a trouble than she is"

"Nice" Emma shot her a glare "I brought her some clothes to make her fit in if we are going to mix her with the town people"

"What do you mean?"

"Why, we obviously have to take her to Mr. Gold, he is probably the only one that knows of her existence and of how she end up here"

"You might be right" she bit her lower lip "That probably will need a bit of convincing"

"Why would it?"

"Would you willingly go to the man who trapped you in a base for gosh knows how long?"

"No?"

"See, Miss Swan, your brain hasn't freeze completely after all"

Emma rolled her eyes "Whatever"

Regina turned to Henry "Have you eaten any breakfast?"

"We kind of had pancakes in the morning"

"What do you mean kind of?"

"They burned a little"

"They tasted fine" defended Emma.

"Sure they did" said Regina sarcastically "Well, we will stop at Granny's for lunch, my treat"

The room seemed to get colder in seconds as Henry's smiled wide "Hi, Elsa"

"Hello, I thought I heard your voice" she smiled back stretching her hand towards him with a paper in it.

"W-what's that?" he took it looking at the drawing

"Is the map of Arrendelle, at least the regions I know of, I didn't took the time to explore the land myself when I was a child"

"Wow, Kid, you have ability with sketching" mumbled Emma looking at the detail.

"She even insisted in using a fountain pen" mentioned Regina.

"It's just a pastime; I enjoy the architecture and the design"

"A useful set of skills, you are talented"

She blushed lightly looking down at her hands, sometimes they did wonders, and sometimes they brought pain. From building a snowman to stroking her sister in the head, from designing her dress to freeze the entire Kingdome, from building an ice castle, to nearly killing her sister again.

She got lost on her thought and felt her eyebrows frown as she held her frozen sister in arms; she lightly shook the image off and faintly smiled at the enthusiastic expression in Henry's eyes.

"This is great! Thanks Elsa, I will add it to the book"

"What book?" she asked curiously as he pulled out of his backpack the book

"The fairy tale book, your story isn't in it, but again, Pinocchio added after some pages of his own"

"May I take a look?"

"Sure, you can borrow it, so you can now who is in town and who is who"

"That will be splendid" she carefully took it in hands

"Why are you wearing the gloves?" asked Henry when her hand brush against his.

"Um…I, they help me, ever since I was a little girl I wore them. Papa used to tell me they would conceal my power"

"Do they really work?"

"I like to think so… although my sister hates it when I do" she shrugged her shoulders forcing the smile "she said they belonged to my other life, after the 'Great Dawn' "

"What do you mean by that?"

Once Elsa realized her words, her mouth shut her jaw tightly before speaking again "I…had a truly awful twenty first birthday-coronation day experience, we usually call that the after the Great Dawn" she gesture with her hand that it was in the past.

"What happened?" asked Henry not noticing how the temperature had dropped and how Elsa was clutching her hands together.

"I…is a long story" cleared her throat "apologies if I deflect the question, is not a pretty tale"

"It's alright" he smiled, but the concern wasn't washed away with this "Can you explain me the map?"

"Sure, I would be happy to" she sat on the dining table with him

Emma shivered hugging herself looking at the hurt in Elsa's eyes "You got coffee?" she asked absently Regina.

"Yeah, I could use a cup myself" she walked to the kitchen wrapping her coat more firmly against her body "Why does that story sound awful familiar?"

"Meaning?"

"Why am I asking this to you? You didn't lived two minutes in the Enchanted Forest"

"Whose fault is that?"

"Point taken. But no. I need someone that lived there as long as I did…" she thought it over "My Gosh, I need to talk to your mother. That would be a blast" she said mockingly purring the liquid in two cups.

"What for?"

"Because I think I have heard about her before…" handed the coffee distractedly

"Sorry if I differ, but you cursed the land for 28 years and she just mentioned she turned twenty one and by the looks of it, not too long ago, so the math doesn't add up. If you knew about her back in the Forest, then she would be older, so no way." She took a sip calming the shivers.

"You underestimate magic Miss Swan" she looked over at her guest "plus, we don't know how long Gold trapped her, you don't age in that kind of confinement"

"Ok, so…let us assume, she is your contemporary, but she was trapped and she didn't age…what about her sister?"

"What about her?"

"If the kid wasn't trapped as her sister, then Anna must be…what, my age? Yours? Can she even be alive?"

"Lower your tone" she warned looking over at them, hopping they hadn't disturbed their chatting "The thought has crossed my mind too, but at least I have the sensibility to not mention it" she murmured "have some touch, we all know how it feels to lose someone we love" swallowed her steamy drink

"Right" she looked down to the vapor tingling the top of her nose "We better look for answers, I take the Shop is already open and Gold hasn't flee town with Belle"

"If only" she mused "Yeah, the faster we solve this one out, the faster the things will be back to normal" she exhaled walking back to the living room.

"And this one is, Red, we call her Ruby here, but she is actually the girl with the basket" finished Henry.

"And the wolf" Elsa said amused by the fact.

"What are you two talking about?"

"I was telling Elsa about the people, the tale and the town"

"Nice" Emma sat down picking up a bag that was lying at her side "Here, I know is not like the clothes you most have back home, but is the best you could wear."

She looked to the clothing "Is perfect, thank you" she stood up "I'll change then" slid her hands off the gloves "if you excuse me" she retired after a small vow.

Regina took what she left behind and started to wander. After finishing with her coffee, Elsa came back wearing a light blue sweated and jeans along with converse. She had her hands under her elbows well hidden.

"Well, let us look at you" smiled Emma "You look nice"

"Appreciate the compliment, can I request the gloves once more?" she looked at Regina.

"You don't really need them."

She shook her head "the gloves stay" she said determined.

Emma saw in her eyes how scared she was...of herself. "Ok, they are in the kitchen table"

She nodded going for them and slipping her fingers in the cloth, a smile filled her lips; it felt alright.

"So what you did with the dress?"

"It was made out of ice…"

"So you kind of kept it in a cold place?" asked Henry.

"Not exactly" she said a bit self-conscious "I allowed it to…melt?" she said trying not to blush in her noticeable pale skin.

"So you were…?" Henry started and Regina jumped in.

"We better go to Gold"

"To the Dark One?" asked immediately Elsa composing herself as she tried to stand strong

"Yes, I bet he has some answers and we have all the questions"

"Maybe not the right ones" whispered Elsa to herself.

"He is not in any position to make threats or use magic, Belle has his dagger"

"Who?"

"Librarian" chimed in Henry

Elsa nodded and inhaled deeply "Shall we depart?"


Author's Note :Thanks so much for all the favs and follows! it's very exciting to know how many people read my stories! I hope to keep writing this kind of Fic before the Season 4 is launched because then all of this will be AU. I would love to know what all of you think, so comments and reviews are welcome, thanks so much for the support and for bearing with me, I know it's been a while, but I had been very busy, I of course write almost every day, but having the nerve to publish is something else. Thanks again!