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PART II

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS... WELL AT LEAST IT ENDS

Two ships met on the high seas, one a naval frigate flying under the banner of Snow White, the other a galleon with a jolly roger raised above its crow's nest. Of course, the reunion between Mother and Daughter did not go according to anyone's plans.

Besides the small fact that this Snow White was an evil monarch who had slaughtered thousands of people, there was also Prince Hans who showed up with a very irate Ingrid who froze the sea all around them.

"You will not take my daughter back!" snarled Snow White.

"Oh, I think I will," she scoffed, magically snatching away and shattering the charm she'd given the younger woman to feign that she had ice powers, then glared at Isaac.

"We had a deal, little man."

"It's not my fault! Emma's brat tricked me!"

"Hey, I'm not a brat!"

"But you are dead," Ingrid hissed and materialized an ice dagger that she threw.

Of course, Neal lunged in the way of it and took the blade to the chest.

"Neal!" Emma cried, rushing forward. "No, you can't die again!"

He coughed. "Hey... it's not like it's... a real death... right?"

"I'll freeze you all!" Ingrid howled and began to conjure a blizzard.

Just then, there was a loud roar and a dragon appeared through the clouds, raining white-hot fire down upon the ice, melting the ships free - and setting Ingrid's ship ablaze.

"Noooooooooo!" screamed the Snow Queen.

As everyone looked in shock at Maleficent, Henry swung a large piece of rigging, knocking Isaac into the icy sea.

"If I'm going to die, you're all going with me!" Ingrid snarled and began shooting ice everywhere.

"Henry, you have to write us back to reality!" shouted Emma, cradling Neal's body in her arms.

"WHAT!?"

"Just dip the damn quill in Neal's blood and do it, Kid!"

And so he did.

"NEAL!" Emma shouted when she came to in the Dark Castle with a very confused Elsa.

There was a creaking sound and a moment later, Neal fell awkwardly out of the secret cabinet, nearly getting knocked out by Thor's Hammer.

"NEAL!" she repeated, running over and hugging him. "You're alive!"

"You knew it was just a fake a death, Emma," he reassured her with a half smile.

"I know, but still, I don't want to lose you again. I need you," she admitted. "You make me a better person, Neal. I can't be the hero I'm supposed to be without you."

"I'm sure that's not true, Em," Neal told her. "You're just a bit rusty. You'll get back into the swing of it."

Hook wandered in then holding a plate of food and a bottle of rum. "I found the kitchens! Much as I hate the Crocodile, they're brilliant. Make whatever your stomach desires! Look, it's that bloomin' onion thing from The Rabbit Hole, mate!" he directed at Neal.

"Seriously," Emma groused at him. "We just fought an evil ice witch in a fantasy story and were nearly burned by a dragon sorceress in said story, Neal died, and all you care about is fried food and booze?"

Hook rolled his eyes. "Yes and yes."

"I could eat," shrugged Neal. "Those onion things are really good. Like, better than onion rings good."

Emma sighed. "Yes, okay, they are, but can we focus on the other ice witch we just freed from a magical urn?"

"Oh, right," nodded Hook, "where are my manners. You must be starving after being trapped for years in that musty bottle, luv. Bloomin' onion thing and rum?"

Elsa looked at the three of them, then she screamed and fainted.

"She must have seen the reflection of your bald spot in the urn," joked Neal while grabbing a handful of bloomin' onion.

AN: I don't get how Isaac was permanently dead in the story if everyone else who died was only fake dead, but maybe if the Author of the story dies in the story it's like... if you die in a dream you die for real? Meh, who cares! That's over with! (Points if you know the bloomin' onion reference!)

Next up: Back to that other storyline.