AN: Ashuisnotonfire asked for #58(is that blood) and #96(she's dead) from the angst/fluff prompt list. I combined them into one. You wanted angst, so I tried my hand at some angsty stuff. There is fluff at the end, because that's more my speed. Hope you enjoy! Takes place during season 6 just after Emma finds out Hook killed her grandfather and he leaves.

Once Upon a Snowing

Nightmare

The vision that had been plaguing Emma for weeks now refused to let her have any respite at all and now it was haunting her in her dreams. She tossed and turned, as her mind was assaulted with the images of battling the figure in the cloak.

But tonight, the dream was different than it had ever been before.

Emma dueled the cloaked figure with all her might and she heard the frightened calls from her parents from behind her. Usually, this was the point in the vision where she was stabbed to death. But that's when it changed. Her family and the cloaked figure disappeared. She whirled around, her eyes searching for them. But she was now alone in the abandoned street. She started running through town, calling out for them and finally found her way to the loft.

Emma scrambled up to the third floor and burst into her parent's apartment.

"Mom! Dad!" she called, not liking the eerie quiet. Her parent's apartment was never quiet these days with her baby brother around. She stepped into the apartment and then screamed at the top of her lungs, as she discovered her father laying behind the door. His sword was discarded beside him and his eyes were frozen open in death.

"No...no...no…" Emma cried, as she knelt beside him. Her hands became covered in blood from the sword wound in his chest.

"Dad...daddy no…" Emma sobbed, as she searched the apartment. But she was afraid of the next person she was going to find.

"Is that blood?" she heard her son's voice in the hallway.

"Henry...don't come in here!" she cried, but it was too late, as he and Regina came in.

"Emma…" Regina uttered, as she witnessed the horrible scene and ushered Henry away from the sight.

"Gramps…" the teen choked out, as Regina made him sit in a chair. As he started to cry, Regina crept through the apartment, her heart sank, as she discovered Snow, with a similar wound to her husband's. She lay between the bed and her vanity, her bow still in her lifeless hand.

"No…" Emma sobbed.

"I'm sorry...she's dead," Regina said, as tears slipped down her cheeks as well.

"They're both gone," she added, as they embraced and held their crying son.

"Wait...the baby…" Emma cried, as she checked Neal's crib and found it empty.

"He's gone...Neal's gone!" she cried, as she sank to her knees and let out an anguished cry. After years of searching, she had finally found her parents. But the cloaked figure had now stolen them from her...and her baby brother.

Emma screamed and woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily, as she clamored out of bed. It was only a dream...no a nightmare. Killian was gone, having left her after she found out his secret. He had killed her grandfather and planned to hide it. Her mother had pleaded with her earlier to come stay with them at the loft and then her father too this evening after he was awakened by her mother. But she had insisted she was fine and rolled around in the big, empty house by herself. Henry was at Regina's and she had regretted not taking them up on their offer. She fell asleep watching a movie and then the nightmare had happened.

She knew it was just that; a nightmare, but she also knew there would be no way she'd get any more rest until she saw that her family was okay. Quickly getting dressed, she grabbed her coat and made the short drive to the loft. She hurried up the stairs and quietly unlocked the door, before slipping in. She took a deep breath and looked around the quiet apartment. Quiet...that wasn't good and she almost started to panic.

"Emma?" she heard her father's voice call and she let out a breath in relief.

"Dad…" she cried, as she went to him and he hugged her, a little worried about how upset she seemed. Nevertheless, she cradled her head and was silent, as he held her for several moments, as that seemed to be what she needed.

"Emma...are you okay?" he asked. She nodded.

"It was just a really bad nightmare...I just had to see if you and Mom were okay," she fretted. He smiled and kissed her forehead.

"We're fine...well, we're not awake yet at the same time, but we're okay," he promised.

"And Neal?" she asked, as she crept over to the crib and peered down at her sleeping baby brother.

"Out like a light now. He was a bit fussy earlier, because he has a tooth coming in. But he's fine too," David promised. She sighed in relief and sniffed.

"You must think I've lost my mind," she muttered.

"Never...now how about some hot cocoa?" he asked.

"With cinnamon?" she asked back. He chuckled.

"Is there any other kind?" he joked, as he went to the kitchen to make it. They sat down together and he had a cup with her, as she channel surfed. But just as he knew she would, once her cup was drained, she was fast asleep cuddled against him. He dropped a kiss to her head and held her for a while. Eventually, he gently got up and laid her down. He covered her with a blanket and kissed her head again, before going behind the current, where his wife slept in their bed. He ached for them to be awake together, just to hold her and be with her again. He quickly scribbled her a love note and undressed. He got in bed and kissed her tenderly. A wave of true love's magic emanated from their kiss. He fell into the curse, just as she awoke from it and she smiled gently at him. She found his note and her heart swelled with love for him. She checked on their sleeping son and then was pleasantly surprised to see their daughter asleep on the couch. She gently brushed her blonde hair away from her face and just watched her sleep for several moments, before she crept to the kitchen to make coffee. As much as she missed her husband, she had hope they would break the curse and it was her two beautiful children that helped her have that hope...