A/N: I had this one written before the previous one (I just can't write stuff in order, my brain doesn't work like this ;P) and so I though I may just as well post it - it is a bit longer than the previous one. Next chapters are not written yet, but I have just installed a trial version of Scrivener software and maybe will manage to get something done in the coming days. Please be patient.

Re: reviews: The chapter where our girls meet Anna is already written. One of the first scenes I thought of, actually. Whole Arendelle sub-plot is mostly done, in fact. Henry is five-and-something. At that age school is the best way to make friends and catch new interesting strains of bacteria ;)

Thank you for reading and commenting.

At last I see the light

"I was thinking" Elsa paused and seemed to be very carefully stirring her coffee.

"Dangerous habit for a lawyer."

"Yeah. Funny. But. You remember how August said that the magic thinks? Or at least that it makes things happen in a certain way?"

"Yes, that it will help us find Storybrooke if we let it. So what?"

"I was kind of thinking of another thing. How, if we look at all our lives, there were things happening to us that were so damn random and overblown. Like, when a normal person goes to school, there is no weirdo teacher trying to run experiments on them. But we had to come across the only idiot in the county who did. Like, when you don't have documents, police normally agrees to let you find some, even if you have a gun – and they let you show the gun permit! And we got arrested and Elena was suspected of being illegal. How, actually, the very fact they called Immigration is a bit too much, considering Boston is a sanctuary city! Normally if they have someone with doubtful immigration status, they let them pass, unless there was a crime committed – and Elena was not being accused of any crime, so they should have let her go."

"So you think that the crap that happened to us…"

"Including that crazy nurse in the hospital?" Emma suddenly looked much more awake.

Elsa nodded.

"I think it's all because of magic. Even if none of us is actually using it, it may be affecting us. August said that this world was supposed to be without magic, but if we assume he's telling the truth – and Emma, you said he was – then there is actually some of it everywhere…" she trailed off.

"Elsa?" Elena prodded her with her spoon.

Elsa only stared ahead, raising her coffee cup slowly to her lips and her eyes were rounder than ever.

"Emma. Emma knows when someone is lying" she stated slowly. "She didn't have it before, only when Henry was born. And all fantasy books say people with magic gain more skills during some breaking points in their life."

Elena frowned, looking at their third sister.

"Emmy, when was the first thing you remember that your lie detector worked?"

She shrugged, grimacing.

"Not sure, but it might have been that crazy nurse, actually. I remember feeling the wrongness when she handed me these papers and tried to make me sign Henry away. I'm almost sure I've never had this feeling before, so… Are you saying the labour caused me to get magical powers?"

Elsa made a face.

"I'm grasping at straws here, but I'm guessing it might have. It was an important event, you were at risk, Henry was at risk, maybe your powers waited for this kind of spark to wake up. No idea. And that is all assuming August was right."

"Well, he was telling the truth. The question of right and wrong is something separate. He might have been lied to and someone managed to convince him to sell the lie to us – innocently."

Elena sipped her coffee.

"I'm…" she started and though for a moment. "Elsa, August said you were also using some magic, right?"

Elsa nodded and made a vague gesture.

"But you didn't notice anything happening? Emma knows she can tell who's lying, but you can't, so it's not the same kind of magic. But… did you notice something? Anything? Maybe you have more luck than others in the office? Get stuff done better?"

"The only thing I see is that I don't get freaked out by Judge Perry. He loves to see the things done quickly, so he opens all windows before the session and has the AC turned down. Most people get so chilled they want to get out of there as soon as possible, but I'm OK, so I usually get my guys out or at least, well, not worse off than they came in. Celia actually assigns me every time we have a first hearing with Perry, because she said my statistics are way better than others… What?"

"Elsie, what are you drinking?" Emma asked very calmly.

"A coffee?"

"No. You're drinking an iced coffee. What are we drinking?"

"…coffee?"

"Yes, lattes with hot milk. Do you see some trend here?"

Elsa eyed her glass silently.

"You hate hot chocolate so you drink ice tea. Even in winter."

"But you like chocolate, just like us. But only the candy, not drinking it."

"You prefer salads to warm dishes."

"You usually dress in one or two layers less than us – remember when Henry tried to make us not put a scarf on him, because he argued you aren't wearing one?"

Elsa put the cup on the table and stared intently at her hands, which were shaking slightly.

"Yes" she whispered slowly and a tear slid down her cheek. "I'm a cold freak."

In an eye blink Emma was behind her, enveloping her in a hug.

"If you are, you are our cold freak. What I meant – and what Elena meant, I think – is that maybe, just maybe, your magic is represented by your cold resistance. Maybe it's what you don't do, because it's just inside you. That is why you don't actively see it, like I see the lies being told – because it's always been with you."

"Even when we were small" Elena added. "You remember, you were always way overheated in summer, when we were quite OK. And you always tried to run away when they dressed us for outings in winter."

Elsa swallowed visibly.

"So you think I've always had it?"

"At least far longer than I can remember differently."

"So why didn't August feel it then?"

Elena shrugged.

"Maybe he didn't know it was it? In the forest he must have been dead on his feet, and in the orphanage they didn't mix the age groups a lot."

Emma swallowed the rest of her cup contents.

"Also, he started turning into wood only recently" she reminded her sisters. "And he feels that thing only in his wooden leg."

"Yeah. That too."

"Now… I assume we're all accepting finally that August was, in fact, right and we're not from this world and we are - at least Elsa and me- magical, yes?" Emma grimaced and looked at her sisters nodding slowly. "Now, help me to work out how to explain it all to Henry."