Frost -
Robin wakes to Regina's warmth and the unwelcome news (after a lifetime of chilled tents, worried for winter) that there's frost, and it's iced the car windows.
There's a knack to ice scrapers, and he doesn't have it (yet).
But Henry does, and is persuaded to a race.
And Robin thinks, shattering ice patterns on otherworldly fine glass, Henry grinning through clouded breath as they fight to the windscreen finish line (Roland cheering indiscriminately in excitement, Regina locking up), that for all the chaos and heartbreak of Storybrooke this land has somehow made frost beautiful – and he is inexpressibly grateful.
