A/N: Thanks for reading, everyone!
As to the comments: well, they are taking it all rather calmly because they basically don't really believe August yet ;) Regarding fairytales - August told them it doesn't match 1:1, but hey, that's the best resource they have, unless they choose to grill him some more, so I'd say a bit of basic research is a good idea. They have to know what to ask him, when they see him again.
As to Elsa, well...
On the brink
"You look like hell."
"Love you too."
Elsa did look like hell. Her normally spotless professional makeup was absent, her hair looked like a bird's nest and her eyes were bloodshot.
"You planning to go to the office like this?"
Elsa stared absently at the wall and shrugged.
"Called in sick. Never needed to do this before, so my sick days accumulated nicely. Celia was actually concerned for me, but she said I'm more use to her healthy on Monday than sick on Thursday, so I have my boss's order to stay at home, hydrate and get some rest."
Emma sat vis-a-vis her at the kitchen table and sighed.
"You know that nothing changed, right?"
Elsa rolled her eyes expressively.
"Everything changed" she mumbled. "We no more…"
"Oh, do shut up" Elena joined them with her own cup. "You're being dense. Yes. We have more knowledge about our origins. But you're still our sister and that doesn't change and never will. Whatever that guy says - and I'm still not sure it's all true, because half of it sounded a lot like fever dreams of a lonely kid in need of some explanations - we are sisters and we'll not allow you to isolate yourself because you feel you're somehow different. You're not."
"You're Elsa Swan and that's it" Emma said forcefully, gripping Elsa's hand. "Whatever he says, you are Elsa Swan and all fairies from all worlds won't change this."
Elsa didn't sniff, because it was not in her nature, but she did sigh with that kind of broken, stuttering breath that meant she was almost crying.
"Even if all he said is actually true and he has no idea where you came from, we already know some things - assuming we believe what he says."
Elsa managed do catch her breath and looked at Emma quizzically.
"Making that big assumption - and I'm telling you, he's utterly convinced of what he told us - we know you're from some place that uses magic. If our parents used the magical tree or wardrobe or whatever, then yours had to use something like this, too. Maybe a box, or some other tunnel to this world. We know you're like a month older, so whatever happened, they managed to take care of you for a while and only then they had to send you away. It can even be from the same world as we came from, actually. It has to be a planet, wherever it is, so it would have to be Earth size, to support compatible life. Even with magic. So it's big. Continents and oceans and everything. If we're from some storyland, than maybe you're also a piece of a fairytale, too. August says we're Snow White's kids…" Emma coughed "And he felt it very deeply. Like it was a basic thing for him. Sky is blue, grass is green and we two are Snow's and Prince's HEA. We're the sequel to the nursery tale."
"The x-rated sequel" Elena snorted.
Elsa pressed her lips into a thin line to stop an emerging smile.
"Why x-rated? We're not doing anything nasty! At least, not now."
Elena tapped the side of her nose.
"But they had to. You know, at least once…"
Emma rolled her eyes.
"That's our supposed parents you're talking of!"
"Yea, and they fact they became parents means…"
"Mum?"
All three looked towards the door guiltily, trying to recall the exact wording of the conversation in the previous seconds.
"My throat is scratchy" Henry mumbled, pressing his face into Emma's hip. "Can I have some water? I don't feel so good."
"Come here" she pulled him up and tested his forehead with a kiss. "You don't feel warm, but if I send you to school like this, I'll be picking you up with a fever. I think we'll be all skipping school and work today then. I have home office days from last month, so I can do my coding on the laptop, Henry can stay in bed and read, Elsa will sleep off the night…" she looked at Elena questioningly.
"I'll actually go to my office and work like a normal person" snorted her more awake sister. "You make sure the kid doesn't incubate something more deadly than a case of sniffles and she doesn't do something idiotic" Elsa gave an undignified snort "like trying to leave."
"I'll sit on her, don't worry."
"I'm right here, you morons."
"We love you too, Elsie."