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day 2 - favourite side character(s)
Queen Ingrid of Arendelle/The Snow Queen/Sarah Fisher
Eventually, everyone sees me as a monster. Maybe it's time to embrace that... And be one.
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mariaalrox-blog · 1 year
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ouat au in which august never left emma and months later, when a couple wants to adopt him, he convinces them to adopt Emma too, even when the couple just wants to adopt a child a little older.
an au in which august and emma grow up like brother and sister and love each other as if they were biological siblings
an au in which lily is just a friend of school, and ingrid is a friend of the family, almost like an aunt to emma and august.
and au in which the over protector side of august appears when emma starts to go out with a street boy
just an au in which emma grows up happy.
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dinneratgrannys · 11 months
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ONCE UPON A TIME REWATCH: 4.06, FAMILY BUSINESS Magic always comes with a price, but if mother’s death taught me anything, it’s that sometimes a hero has to sacrifice everything to save the people they love.
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likehandlingroses · 11 months
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OUAT Rewatch 4x11 - Shattered Sight
[My sisters] were beautiful and kind and wonderful. And I was fearful, and I let that fear guide me.
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exhaustedpirate · 7 months
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here is the fourth chapter! enjoy! (also some bad news: I am going on holidays for two weeks so, I won't be posting during that period - the fifth chapter will be up on the 25th of September! I'm sorry!) If you want to be added to the tag list, let me know! As always, @kmomof4 is my saviour and I am starting a religion in her name, join me!
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Chapter Four - Arendelle
word count: 13,205 words 
rating: Teen and Up
tag list: @cocohook38 ; @bluewildcatfanatic ; @piraterefrigerator ; @sotangledupinit ; @booksteaandtoomuchtv
read on AO3 | prologue | one | two | three
"You failed, Huntsman."
The Queen's mostly elegant demeanor seemed to crack before his eyes. His heart in her hand was held in a tight grip, the pain constant even as he kept standing.
"I aimed towards the man, I didn't see the other until it was too late," he tried to explain.
"But, you're in luck," she interrupted. The drastic change in tone, as well as her wide grin, startled him. "Your mistake might just be my fortune."
"What?" 
"You better hope she dies, or you'll take her place," Regina sneered.
Still confused, he watched as Regina turned back to the mirror who replayed the figure being hit by the poisoned arrow time and time again. 
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About a year after meeting Nemo, the Captain had let him sail the Caspartine alone. Killian had been flying supervised for a few months by then, observing for much longer, and the older man had felt confident that he was ready.
It had gone successfully, Killian focused on the helm and the winds, while trying to ignore his Captain's orders towards the other crew members. He was determined to do it right.
Killian remembered how his fingers had gone numb around the helm, his jaw clenched to prevent his teeth from chattering. He remembered the warmth he felt when Nemo had placed a heavy jacket over his shoulders - a heat that warmed his chilled body but also his heart. He remembered the care when Nemo urged a pair of gloves on his freezing hands.
But most of all, he remembered the hand on his shoulder that banished the cold.
Killian had witnessed first hand just how frigid the northern air could be when sailing up in the sky, but down here, trekking up the mountain, he could feel none of it. His blood burned hot with fear.
His coat was wrapped around Emma as her body slumped more and more over Henry's body on top of Roger. She spent more time unconscious than conscious now. Her mask had come off mere hours after she’d been shot, claiming shortness of breath. Once she could breathe a little bit easier, she made a mocking comment about the Lost Ones' sense of style, but promptly passed out before either of them could ask what she meant.
With her mask gone, Killian found himself often distracted. To be able to see her eyes, to witness the emotions she thought she was hiding reflected in their fetching green depths, had already been enticing enough. But now, to be able to see how her lips glistened as she ran her tongue over them, to be able to see how they wrapped around her words, was perhaps too much. And then there was the sharpness of her jaw, the soft skin of her cheeks, the way the cold made them redden and the way her nose matched. He tried to keep it to himself - now was most definitely not the time - besides the fact that she hadn't shown any interest toward him. 
It was easier to focus on the problem at hand when, without the cover of her mask, he was able to see the amber lines of the poison running up her jaw. When he could see how her eyes dulled. When he could hear the shortness of her breath.
Henry tried to use his magic to generate warmth for the two of them, successfully, but they were still tired, hungry. They had made only one stop since the beginning of their journey since Killian and Henry had agreed that they wanted to reach their destination as quickly as possible. Their rations had depleted earlier that day. 
Their one stop was two nights ago. Killian's feet were freezing in his boots and their last blanket was wrapped around his shoulders, his hand blue around Roger's reins.
Thankfully, Roger was accustomed to harsh weather and long journeys and provided a somewhat comfortable place of rest for his companions. He also seemed to be in touch with Killian’s concern. 
"How long until we get there, Killian?" Henry's voice was a mumble from under the weight of the blankets.
He took another glance towards the white landscape and, for a moment, he feared he was hallucinating due to lack of sleep. But no, the round boulders scattered over the valley were still there on his third blink.
"I think we're here."
Henry's head emerged from the mountain of blankets, his eyes shining with hope as he saw the valley. Carefully, Killian helped Henry dismount, intending to keep a slumbering Emma comfortably on top of the horse.
"Where are they?" Henry asked, looking around.
Killian took a moment to tuck a blanket around Emma, getting distracted over the small uptick of her lips. His fingers ghosted over her cheek.
"It's the Truest Believer!"
A voice echoing in the valley broke through his thoughts of the softness of Emma's skin. Killian moved quickly to stand in front of Henry, sword drawn.
The boulders began to stand - legs, feet, arms, faces appearing on all of them. As surprised as he was, Killian sighed, wondering how he would fight a dozen rocks with one sword and two days without sleeping.
Scattered exclamations filled the air before the rock closest to them, which was also the largest, urged them all to be quiet.
"My apologies, friends,” he said, addressing Killian and Henry, “My family is quite excited to see the prophecy come to life. I'm Grand Pabbie,” he said with a small bow, “Welcome to our valley."
"Rock trolls," Henry exclaimed in a whisper, now standing next to Killian.
"Please excuse our suspicions, many people have tried to harm the boy," Killian explained, grip still firm on his sword.
"Yes, yes, we understand." The patriarch stilled his approaching family. "You are safe here."
Killian looked towards Henry with an expectant look, having learned to trust the boy’s instincts by this point. Henry looked back at him with a smile and a nod. He was relieved, to be truthful, he wasn't in much of a shape to fight against boulders. Well, to fight at all.
He watched, still wary, as Henry took Grand Pabbie's extended hand, to the cheers of the others throughout the valley. Killian put away his sword.
A groan caught his attention and he moved quickly towards Roger to check on Emma.
"Grand Pabbie, you need to help us," Henry pleaded. "Our friend has been poisoned."
"Yes, of course. Could you bring your friend to me?"
"Killian-" Henry began, turning toward him. Killian nodded.
She was still unconscious, her skin hot despite the cold, dark orange lines reaching her eyes. His hand trembled, but no longer with fear, as he carefully pulled away the blankets surrounding her body. Killian eased her into his arms, holding her close. He slowly crouched on the ground, taking care to lay her down gently at the leader's feet. He didn't stand, wanting to keep close to Emma, barely feeling Henry's hand on his shoulder.
Grand Pabbie spared her the briefest glance before a grim expression took over his face. Killian's heart pounded in his chest.
"Yes, this poison is vicious,” he said. “Fortunately, it didn't hit her heart. Unfortunately, our magic is not strong enough to remove it. We-"
It was like jumping into the cold waters of the ocean, his heart stopping in his chest. "What?!" Killian's shout echoed through the valley. "Are you saying you can't help her?!" He stood quickly, ignoring his body's protests as he did.
"Killian…" Henry called in a quiet voice, his hand grabbing onto his arm. There was a taste of defeat in Killian's mouth, of despair.
"My friend,” Grand Pabbie interjected calmly, “that is not what I said. I said our magic is not enough to heal her, but with the Truest Believer's help, we will save your companion. You mustn’t lose hope." 
Later, Killian would feel guilty over his outburst. Later, Killian would apologize. Now, all he felt was the prickling of tears in his eyes. 
Aware of Killian's emotions, Henry tightened his hand on his arm, hoping to reassure him.
"I can help?" Henry asked as he took a step forward.
Grand Pabbie turned his attention to the boy, a wide smile on his face, leaving Killian to take deep calming breaths.
"Of course you can, my child. Come." 
Killian stood, eyes focused on Emma. He watched as Henry and the elder troll approached Emma's unconscious body. 
"This poison was created by nature. We must return it to whence it came, to create balance," he explained. He took Henry's hand and placed it over Emma's chest, while the other he placed on the ground. "Feel it, listen to it, and guide it." 
Henry nodded, determination glinting in his eyes before he closed them in concentration.
Killian took a step back, his hand clenched to his side. Hope and despair battled for dominance within him, threatening to drown him. He wanted to believe that Henry, under Grand Pabbie’s guidance, could heal Emma, but the despair in his heart over the threat of losing her too soon wasn’t so easily vanquished. Roger's breath tickled his face from over his shoulder. There were times the horse felt more human being than animal, and this was one of those times. His hand stroked Roger’s head, willing his breathing to regulate.
A glow surrounded Emma's body and Killian watched as the yellow liquid drained from her until there was none left. The dark orange lines that had covered her face disappeared with it and Killian could breathe again.
"Very good, my child," Grand Pabbie complimented, the other trolls cheering in response.
"Thank you," Henry breathed, sounding tired but happy. Moments later, his frown made an appearance on his face. "Why isn't she waking up?" he asked, echoing Killian's concerned thoughts.
The elder troll quickly placed his hand on the boy's arm. "The poison was very powerful, it took a lot from her. She needs to rest." 
Henry nodded before he looked up at Killian, who nodded in response.
"As do all of you," Grand Pabbie added, after taking a better look at the travelers. "Come, I know the perfect place." 
Killian cleared his throat. "All we need is a safe place to set up camp."
"Nonsense. You've traveled this far, you deserve comfort."
Killian wanted to reject the offer. He wanted to keep them safe, but not with strangers. But one look at Henry's posture, at Emma's still unconscious body, and Roger's clearly tired posture, prompted him to put his pride aside.
"Lead the way," he said as he took Emma back into his arms. He placed her upon Roger's back, silently pleading with the animal for just another few minutes of effort.
Killian led Roger by the reins once more through a path created by happy rock trolls on either side, as he followed Henry and Grand Pabbie.
He wasn’t sure how long they walked until they were standing in front of a cottage surrounded by snow. He’d spent the time focused on Henry's back, on Henry's voice as he introduced them to Grand Pabbie and explained what had happened to them, keeping his troubled thoughts at bay.
With a surprisingly gentle touch, the elder troll knocked on the door. A moment later, a redhead opened the door, a sharp sword in her hand. Killian quickly grabbed the hilt of his own, but he stopped himself when the young woman let out an excited exclamation once she saw Grand Pabbie.
The young woman and Grand Pabbie exchanged delighted hugs and proclamations of excitement as Killian took a deep breath, releasing his sword. The exhaustion pulled at him, but his mind stayed alert with his worry over Emma and Henry.
Before the redhead's excitement died down, a tall, white blonde haired woman entered the room. It was obvious she was also happy over Grand Pabbie's presence, but she expressed it much more reservedly than the other woman.
"Elsa, Anna,” Grand Pabbie said, pointing to each of them in turn, “these are Henry, Killian and Emma. They have traveled far and need a place to rest." 
"Of course, we'd be happy to help." The one called Anna smiled widely, with an especially friendly smile towards Henry, who smiled back in turn. "Right, Elsa?"
The white haired woman, however, kept her eyes on Killian. She seemed to be searching for something - trying to understand something, perhaps - he wasn’t sure, before she turned back towards Grand Pabbie. The elder troll smiled gently.
"These travelers wish you no harm," he assured her. “You have my word.”
Elsa nodded at his words. "Anna, can you take their horse to the stable?"
"Yes, yes!" She quickly placed a hood over her shoulders and stood in front of the horse. "Don't worry, friend,” she said, patting him on the nose, “you won't have to share beds with anyone." Anna chuckled at her own joke, Henry joining her. "What's his name?"
"Anna…" Elsa began.
"What? He must have a name," Anna justified herself before she turned towards Killian. "Right?"
A warmth filled his chest as he exchanged a look with Henry, both of them remembering the same thing.
"His name is Roger," Killian answered.
"A great name! Hi, Roger." Anna continued stroking the horse's head, who seemed to enjoy the attention. It seemed they were fast friends.
Killian patted the horse's neck, before easing Emma off of him. He looked towards Henry and the boy rushed to collect their things off the horse.
"What happened?" Elsa asked, her eyes focused on Emma.
"Our friend Emma was poisoned." Grand Pabbie answered her question directly but with tact. "You understand their need for rest."
"Yes, of course. Come in, please." Elsa urged them inside after a nod at Anna, who took Roger's reins and led him towards the stables.
"Thank you, my dear." Killian heard Grand Pabbie behind him as he moved toward the door. "I'll see you later." The sound of rolling reached him and he turned just in time to see a large boulder rolling down the hill.
He turned to Henry, who watched as well, an amused smile on his face. Killian tried to match it, but he wasn’t sure he was successful.
Elsa quickly closed the door behind them, urging them to follow her towards a room with a fireplace and a very comfortable looking bed. Although, to be honest, any bed would look comfortable to Killian at this point.
"You can let your friend rest here, while yo-"
"We're staying together," Killian interrupted her. "Please,” he said a bit more gently, “you must understand." 
"Yes, yes, of course." Elsa nodded. "I would want the same if it was my sister. We must keep the ones we love close."
Killian wanted to correct her, explain to her the nature of their relationship, but what would be the point? It wouldn't change anything about the fact that Killian wanted to protect them, needed to protect them. He wanted nothing more than to keep them close to him. Exactly as Elsa had just said.
"Do you have food?" Henry's question brought his wandering thoughts and his steps toward the bed to a sudden halt.
"Henry…" Killian chastised.
"It's alright,” Elsa assured them, “You must be hungry as well as tired." Elsa smiled, keeping her eyes on the boy. "I'll bring you some food. Please, make yourselves comfortable."
With a satisfied expression, Henry turned to Killian who could only shake his head with an amused smile. Regardless of his lighter mood, Henry still followed him closely as he placed Emma on the bed, quickly making sure she was comfortable. They fixed the hood around her head, unsure of how she would feel if she knew they had removed it without her permission. Still, Killian caught a glimpse of her blonde hair and couldn’t help the thoughts that filled his brain.
Thankfully, Elsa returned soon after, distracting them with the food in her hands. Now that they were safe and the adrenaline that had been sustaining him for two days was fading, Killian felt exhaustion pull at him. He sat on the bed while Henry rushed towards Elsa's offering. His back leaned against the wall as he eased Emma's head onto his lap, needing to keep her close. His eyelids drooped. It was impossible to keep them open.
"You must eat." Elsa’s gentle admonishment startled him awake and his eyes focused on the bread she held. He smiled and nodded in thanks, forcing himself to eat. She watched him for a moment before she nodded, satisfied with his progress and returned to the table where Henry sat.
It didn’t take him long to finish and he could stay awake no longer.
He had no idea how long he slept, but the sun was rising when he finally woke up. He had flashes of remembrance from the night and day before - something soft being placed behind him, a particularly loud laugh - but overall, he’d slept soundly since arriving. There was a weight on his side and he turned to see a sleeping Henry laying against his chest on the opposite side from where Emma's head was placed. His hooked arm was around the boy while his hand was settled on Emma's chest, over her heart.
He looked down to see her still resting, the steady beat of her heart under his palm reassuring. Looking across the room, he found it empty. The fire in the fireplace was slowly dying and he could see a cloth covered plate on the table.
Something metallic and cold on his thumb caught his attention. He wasn’t sure how he didn't notice it last time. His exhausted mind must have clouded his senses. It was his ring, nestled against her chest on its chain. He wondered when Henry gave it to her. 
Memories of strong winds and waves tossing him around in the midst of the wreck invaded his mind. Memories of being rescued by a kind hand mixed with the feeling of freezing cold and dimming green eyes were replaced by the warmth he felt now with his hand on her heart. He couldn’t help but believe that the ring, and thus he as well, had a hand in saving her.
He watched as her eyes fluttered open, his heart beating faster in sync with her own. Green and frightened eyes skipped around the cottage, trying to make sense of her surroundings before they landed on his. There was only a moment before recognition filled them and her lips parted on a sigh. Their hearts calmed as one.
"Thank you." He smiled, a small, tired smile but nevertheless, sincere.
"For what?" Her voice was raspy from disuse.
"You saved me…" She looked away from him for an instant, he saw her remember the attack. "You saved me," he repeated, wanting to make sure she felt his gratitude.
Her smile was demure as her hand slowly found his. Her mouth opened and closed multiple times and Killian felt his heartbeat pick up once more in expectation. A million thoughts that he couldn’t quite understand swirled in her eyes, probably much more than she wished.
Belatedly, he sensed Henry beginning to move by his side. A shout of surprise filled the quiet room when the boy realized Emma was awake. The bed quickly became a tangle of limbs as Henry excitedly climbed towards her. 
Their hands separated at some point and he immediately felt the loss. Loss that quickly turned to affection as he watched Henry grip Emma tightly, her eyes closed as her nose buried itself in his dark hair, a relieved and happy smile on both their faces.
"I'm so happy you're okay, Emma!" The boy's voice was muffled from where he huddled against Emma's body.
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An earth-shaking scream echoed through the room as all of the non-magical mirrors shattered around Regina. 
"Huntsman!"
She needed not to yell for him as he had not left the room. But that's not what he was focused on - his eyes stayed on his beating heart in her hand even as she gestured towards the very much alive hooded woman in the mirror.
"She lives…" Regina's low tone was perhaps more deadly than her screams.
The Huntsman’s shoulders untensed. For so long, he had been at the Queen’s hand, he had hoped her evil hadn’t corrupted him. He was at peace, a life was spared in the woman’s quest for revenge.
Regina took no time squeezing his heart in her grasp, the pain bringing him to his knees. He tried to silence his pain, not wanting to give her the satisfaction.
Unexpectedly, a growl echoed through the room. The pain in his chest stopped altogether and his eyes opened. A familiar large wolf jumped toward the Queen, his heart falling from her grasp. It was only out of instinct that Graham caught the glowing red heart before it hit the floor. He rose to his feet and followed the wolf out of the castle before the Queen was able to return to her senses.
The evil queen’s enraged screeches echoed from the castle as they reached the forest.
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Henry’s initial shout of joy brought Elsa and Anna into the room. Elsa was already ready for the day, while her sister drug her feet behind her, her face barely visible around the mountain of blankets she carried.
"She's awake, Elsa, she's awake!" Henry tumbled out of the bed, full of energy and grabbed the woman's hand.
"I can see that." Elsa smiled patiently as she followed him to the bed.
Killian stood from the bed, holding out his hands to help Emma. He couldn’t help but worry that she was still too weak. Her smile was thankful as she took his hand. He could swear his fingers felt electric under her touch.
"Emma, this is Elsa and her sister, Anna." 
Emma's hand left his and he clenched and unclenched his fist, hoping to hold on to the feel of hers for a bit longer. She smiled uncomfortably towards the two strangers.
"I'm glad to know you're feeling better," Elsa said with a smile.
"Yeah, you were sleeping forever!" Henry teased as he came to Emma's side holding her hand.
"Oh, I'm sorry…" Emma's eyes widened as she turned towards Elsa.
"No need to apologize,” the woman assured her. “It was our pleasure to help you." 
"Yeah, we don't really have any visitors," Anna grumbled, standing close to her sister.
"Oh…" Emma turned to Killian in search of an explanation, but he merely shrugged.
"Killian slept a lot as well," Henry informed Emma with an overly loud fake whisper. She turned worried eyes towards him as he scratched behind his ear.
It was obvious she wanted to say something. She probably wanted to chastise him for pushing himself to utter exhaustion. But it wasn’t as if he would have allowed her to suffer longer, simply so he could rest. But before she could, Elsa interrupted, clearly trying to appease the situation.
"You must be hungry."
"Yes!" Anna nearly shouted impatiently, prompting a laugh out of Elsa.
"I meant our guests."
"Oh, yeah… well… them, too."
Henry and Killian both joined in before Killian turned towards Emma. He was just in time to see her shoulders relax, her whole posture calming as he watched. The sisters, as isolated as they seem to be, were wonderful hostesses and made them feel quite comfortable in this new and strange environment. They shared a small feast with the newcomers. 
Henry quickly stretched over the table for a slice of a wonderful-looking cake. His excited lunge almost tipped over a glass bottle of water. Emma's fast reflexes managed to stop the wobbling bottle.
"Henry!" she scolded, her apprehensively tight lips visible due to the removal of her mask.
"Apologies, he's young," Killian directed towards the two siblings before turning a stern look at the boy.
"Yeah, sorry," Henry slowly sat back on his chair with a frown. "It just all looks so good." 
"Thank you for apologizing, Henry." Elsa gave him a soft smile. "But as you see, no harm done." 
"Here," Anna said, extending a big slice of cake on a plate. "You get the biggest piece." 
"Thank you so much!" Henry excitedly shot a wide smile towards the young redhead before diving into the slice in front of him.
"Thank you," Killian directed towards the sisters.
"No need to worry," Elsa smiled. "Your son has much better manners than my sister." Her smile turned teasing as she glanced at her sister.
"Hey!" Anna complained half-heartedly.
"Oh, he's not our son."
"They are not my parents."
"We're not related." 
Everyone spoke at the same time before silence settled over the table. Elsa looked between them, surprised, while Anna stopped with a fork in her mouth, glancing between them. Henry looked between Killian and Emma as the two of them tried to avoid everyone's gaze.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to assume," Elsa broke the silence with a calm expression. "I just thought…"
"We are on a quest," Henry began, ignoring the looks from the silent couple. "They are…” Henry trailed away, his brow furrowed, and looked at them, a question in his eyes. “Uh… sorta… my parents? Except, not really?" 
Henry's confusion broke the tension as Killian chuckled and Emma followed. Elsa and Anna followed their lead, relaxing as well.
"What he means to say," Killian said, ruffling Henry's hair who pushed away his hand even with a smile on his face. "is that we are on our way to take him to another realm."
"So I guess you could say, we are escorting him," Emma added with an amused smile at Henry.
Killian laughed, turning his head to Emma. While before he had considered her distracting with an uncovered mouth, he had no words now that he saw her smile. All he could think of was how he could make her smile again, how he could make her laugh.
"Grand Pabbie told us," Elsa began, her tone more nervous as she held everyone's attention, "that someone would appear at our door. Someone we would have to help and that would help us in return."
"Yeah, he told us of the Heart of the Truest Believer," Anna interjected with a mouth full of bread. 
There was a tense silence at the table. Despite Killian's trust of the Rock Trolls, they didn't know the sisters' intentions. He could see Emma hold on tighter to the knife.
"Grand Pabbie helped us heal Emma," Henry reminded him as well as actually informing Emma. "He knew about me."
Killian observed the two women in front of him at Henry's confession of possessing the Heart of the Truest Believer. He could see the confirmation of her suspicions in Elsa's face while Anna seemed to let her sister take control of the conversation, content to focus on her food.
"We assumed so," Elsa nodded, smiling reassuringly at them. "No one comes to our door besides the rock trolls." 
"What are your intentions with the Heart of the Truest Believer?" Emma asked, her tone formal even as he noticed her fist clench even tighter on the knife.
"We just want your help."
"With what?"
"Our kingdom," Anna answered, before looking at Elsa for permission. "We were run out of Arendelle by that stupid Hans." 
"Anna," Elsa said calmly, her hand over her sister's. "A neighboring prince with an inflated sense of his own importance used a power he didn’t understand to take our kingdom. And he succeeded."
There was anger and frustration in her voice by the end and he could swear the temperature in the small cottage dropped twenty degrees, chilling his blood and raising the hairs on his arms. Anna's hand clenched over her sisters and the room warmed instantly.
"You have magic," Henry interrupted the moment, leaning forward on the table. 
Elsa turned a look towards Anna who smiled reassuringly. The blonde then turned back towards them, both her hands turned up while her eyes closed. It wasn't long before small snowflakes began pouring from the ceiling. He heard Emma's sharp intake of breath and Henry's excited squeal. He was torn - he felt like he should be more worried over encountering another magic user, but the fact was, he was nothing but impressed at the show of magic.
"That is amazing!" Henry exclaimed.
Elsa grinned as her eyes opened. She closed her hands effectively ending the falling snow. 
"If you have magic, how did you lose your kingdom?" Emma asked with a frown.
"Have you ever heard of the tale of the Snow Queen?" Elsa asked.
The three of them shook their heads.
"Oh, can I tell it?" Anna asked excitedly, not waiting for her sister's answer. "She was an Arendellian Queen that had ice powers and used it to vanquish all her enemies, but she couldn’t control her powers and she hurt her loved ones driving her to madness. She was trapped in a magical urn to protect the kingdom." 
Killian and Emma couldn't help but look at Elsa, the similarities not lost on them. 
"She was said to have ruled before we were born," Elsa explained. "My powers caused a lot of apprehension at first from our people. But, I have control of them… my powers, I mean, and after I protected our kingdom from an enemy attack, they accepted me as their queen."
"How does this Snow Queen fit into all this?" Emma asked.
"The prince we mentioned, Hans, released the Snow Queen from her prison and took control of Arendelle with her by his side," Anna answered.
"Her power was too strong," Elsa continued. "We had no choice but to run."
"If you guys joined us, I'm sure we'd be able to defeat her," Anna concluded, looking at their visitors.
"Yes, we'll help you!" Henry interjected with a wide expectant smile towards Killian and Emma.
Magic. After a decade keeping as far away from it as possible, he had been thrown right in the middle of it. Not only was he traveling with magic users but he was also being thrown into a battle to save someone's kingdom from another magical being. What had his life become?
Henry took their silence as a negative response. "We have to help them!" His eyes were pleading as they looked between his two companions.
"It's alright if you don't want to take the risk, it isn't your responsibility," Elsa acknowledged.
"We'll help you." Emma took control, locking eyes with him. "They helped us, now we help them." Her tone was confident, her eyes matching the conviction in her words.
Killian nodded after a moment. "Cygnus directed us this way." 
Henry's whoop of celebration broke the tension of the moment as Anna joined him. Elsa shot them a thankful look and nodded her acceptance. He was sure this was the right thing to do, he just hoped he would live long enough to witness their victory.
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After the meal, Elsa took Emma towards a separate room to bathe - both Killian and Henry agreed that she should go first. While she was gone, they took the opportunity to see Roger as they stored their things in the satchels. 
"Lad, I- I want to apologize for how I behaved during the journey. I-"
"I understand, Killian. You care for her, too." Henry looked at him with a smile as he stroked the horse's head.
Killian was speechless, but he couldn’t deny it. He thought he’d been more circumspect about his attraction to Emma, but he obviously hadn’t been if Henry could see it.
"I care for you, too, you know," Killian said instead, a subtle apology for his behavior at the table.
"I know that, too." Henry grinned, making Killian laugh.
"Go inside and bathe," Killian instructed, hoping for a few moments with his thoughts. 
Henry nodded, taking a step towards the exit of the stable before he halted. Without warning, Henry's body collided with Killian's in a tight hug.
"Thank you for taking care of us, Killian." Henry’s words were muffled against his chest as his arms wrapped around the boy.
"You're quite welcome, my boy," he replied, his voice quiet, full of emotion.
Henry turned a bright smile towards the older man before he rushed towards the cottage.
Maybe his situation wasn't as bad as he thought, even with the constant battles he was being volunteered for. Maybe seeing Henry's smile was enough. Maybe fighting alongside Emma was enough. Maybe he should admit that he cared for them. Maybe.
Roger's head bumped into his back, interrupting his thoughts. He turned to the animal with a smile.
"Guess it's time to play the hero," Killian smiled, patting the horse's head. "What do you think?" 
Roger knickered in agreement and Killian chuckled. Maybe it would all be alright.
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Arriving back at the cottage, Killian found Anna and Henry in excited conversation, talking of their adventures and telling stories. Elsa and Emma were in much quieter conversation as they prepared provisions for the journey. They really were wonderful hosts.
Killian left them to their preparations and made use of the metal tub of warm water in the back of the cottage. After such a cold environment, the warm bath was incredibly comforting. After scrubbing himself down he donned his clothes and looked around the room. An assortment of scattered papers on a nearby table caught his eye. He shouldn't, he knew he shouldn’t… it wasn't his room and he definitely shouldn't look over personal items, but something drew him in, something he couldn’t explain.
Drawings. Some abstract, blue cold lines overtaken by red. Others clearly depicted a castle, a cold room, a summer garden with beautiful flowers. 
And then he saw them. Familiar blue eyes. Eyes set in a cold blue canvas, in warm red lines. There were so many of them, in different styles, in different colours. And then he saw his face. Clear lines on an old canvas. He could see every curl in his hair, the warmth in his blue eyes, the caring smile on his lips. After a decade without him, he was finally face to face with his brother - his brother as a young man, when they were still indentured, but perfectly recognizable.
Killian startled as the door opened, but he was much too slow turning his eyes towards the blonde woman. There wasn’t time to pretend he hadn't just been looking through her drawings. He didn’t really want to.
"I came to see if you were alright." Elsa's voice was quiet, her eyes stuck on the drawing in his hand, her hand still on the doorknob.
"Did you draw these?" His voice matched hers, unwilling to break such a delicate moment with accusations.
She took a few steps closer to the table, the door left a few inches open. Her eyes never left the drawing in his hand even as she stood on the opposite side of the table. She nodded.
He carefully put it down as if it would disappear at any moment.
"Who was he?" Killian asked her in a whisper, even if he already knew the answer.
"I didn’t know his name," Elsa answered. "That was my first drawing of him."
"Who was he?" he repeated, his voice more sure, more desperate.
"A long time ago, when I was much younger, I used to escape from the castle with Anna," she began, her eyes on the many drawings on the table. "We used to play by the shore. During the summer, I would freeze the water so we could skate on it. Anna loved it.” Elsa’s eyes were far away, lost in the memory. "One of those days of summer, my powers failed me. Anna was moving too fast and I couldn't keep up. She fell in the water. I screamed for someone to help, anyone. We couldn't swim, I couldn't help her. And then I heard someone jump in the water. I saw him reach my sister, bringing her to me. I pulled her into my arms, but she was having trouble breathing. I needed to take her back to the castle. I thanked him and he smiled. But before I could say anything else, someone shouted for him and he was gone.”
"Seeing the danger I posed to my sister threw me into a difficult time. My powers were out of control. The only thing that helped was to draw. I drew him, I drew all of this,” she said, motioning around the table. “That, along with Anna's help, brought back my control. I wish I could have thanked him."
Killian's heart was about to pound out of his chest. He remembered that day.
"He was my brother," Killian said after a moment of silence. He heard Elsa's sharp breath and felt her eyes on him but he couldn't take his eyes off the drawing, off his brother's eyes. "I saw him jump off of the ship. I was so confused, I couldn't understand why he would do that when he knew we would get in trouble.
"The Captain heard the splash and thought Liam was trying to escape… which was ridiculous… he wouldn't have gone without me," he continued, taking a deep breath. "I can still feel the dagger the Captain held at my throat. That was why he left so fast, he wanted to protect me. It didn't really work, though, we both got some thorough lashes that day."
"I don't understand."
"We were indentured servants all throughout our childhood and teen years," Killian explained. "The Captain owned us and he thought Liam was trying to escape."
"I-I'm so sorry." Elsa laid her hand on his in comfort.
"It's in the past, lass," Killian smiled a small, reassuring smile. "I never thought I'd see his face again."
They both took a moment to look at the drawing, letting the silence comfort them. Killian freed his hand to run it carefully through the lines.
"What was his name?" Elsa whispered. 
"Liam." 
"Liam." Elsa smiled. "That's a beautiful name."
Killian smiled back with a nod. He saw Elsa lick her lips in a nervous gesture and he anticipated her next question.
"What happened to him?"
Killian cleared his throat, hoping to control his emotions. "There was a storm. I was the only survivor."
He felt more than saw Elsa move around the table. Despite his efforts, there were tears in his eyes and he finally let them spill as he felt Elsa's arms around him.
"He would be proud of you, I'm sure," she whispered.
He couldn’t help the watery chuckle. "I hope so." 
An understanding smile passed between them as they backed away from each other.
"We're ready!" Henry's excited call from the door broke the moment. Killian caught a glimpse of dark green from behind Henry. "Is everything okay?"
"Of course, my boy." Killian smiled reassuringly. "Time for an adventure, right?"
"Yeah!"
The child was full of excitement as he returned to the other two women.
"You should have this." In Elsa's hand was the drawing of his brother. "And you can't refuse, I'm the queen."
Her eyes were full of the emotion from their conversation but a teasing smile lifted the corner of her lips.
Killian chuckled. "Of course. Who am I to defy royalty?"
She joined him with her laughter. He carefully took the treasure from her hand, looking at it for a moment before following the creases of the paper to fold it before placing it in the inside pocket of his coat.
"Thank you, Elsa." His voice was quiet but there was no mistaking the emotion behind his words.
She nodded in response. With a deep breath, she took a step towards the door. "They should be waiting for us."
"Yes, let's go." 
Leaving the room, he found the other women all ready for the journey. Anna’s sword was by her side, and as opposed to her sister, seemed to be a lot more prepared for the cold weather. He was saddened to note that Emma had put her mask back over her mouth, despite the fact that with the cold and possible battle before them, it would probably be much more effective there.
---
With their things already on Roger's back, they started walking back down to the Rock Troll valley. Apparently the news of their allyship with the Arendellian royalty had already reached their stone ears since their path was now lined with cheering trolls. Henry obviously enjoyed it despite the discomfort of the others.
Standing at the end of the valley, Grand Pabbie brought them to a halt before ushering Anna away from the group. Turning towards Elsa, she shared their confused expression. Those same expressions only became more pronounced when Anna returned without any sort of explanation.
"Let's go kick some princely ass!" she cried in response to their confused looks, as if the only thing the group needed was some motivation. 
Having no choice but to trust Anna and Grand Pabbie, they put the puzzling conference behind them and continued on their way. They could still hear the crowd of trolls cheering them on for a few miles after exiting the valley.
It wasn’t long after that they could see figures in the distance, the dark of their armor contrasting with the snowy landscape. The army made no move toward their small party, allowing them to approach. They’d obviously been expected. It only took a few minutes for them to arrange themselves at the edge of the improvised battlefield.
"I'm so happy you finally showed up!" A strong voice sounded from the group ahead of them. It came from the only figure on top of a horse, their red hair clashing against the gaudy crown he wore upon his head. Killian had to assume that it was the self-proclaimed king- former prince- that took the throne from the two women beside him.
Beside him, there was a woman dressed in a white dress, not suitable for such weather. It was obviously the Snow Queen and that she shared not only Elsa's ice powers, but her comfort with the cold weather, as well. 
Behind them, two rows of five foot soldiers stood with weapons at the ready. It was safe to say that Hans didn’t think much of the threat the displaced royals posed, not with the Snow Queen by his side, anyway. But Killian was confident, they had succeeded so far.
"We thought we'd give you time to look your best, Hans," Anna jeered from his side. "Looks like we should have taken a little longer… well, maybe a lot longer."
Henry tried to disguise his laughter with a cough even if he wasn't fooling anyone. Killian didn't have experience in military battles, but he was quite sure it did not involve throwing mocking remarks between armies.
"You think you're funny, but I am the one with the crown," Hans grinned as he sat up straighter on his horse. "And you aren’t getting it back."
"That crown looks stupid on your stupid head!" Anna shouted back with a satisfied grin, making even Elsa hide a laugh.
"You're at a disadvantage!" Hans' face twisted in anger. He probably expected to be seen as intimidating and was failing miserably. "You're going to lose!"
"Enough talking!" Elsa interrupted, taking a step forward. "We're taking back what's ours."
Killian obviously couldn’t see the faces of the soldiers through their helmets, but he had learned years ago how to read a person's body language. It had saved him many times over. The army behind Hans was uncomfortable, unwilling - they were being forced to stand against their true sovereigns.
"Close your eyes and feel the ground," Henry's quiet words towards Emma just reached Killian’s ears. "Feel where their feet stand on the ground and focus."
From the corner of his eye, he could see Henry reach for Emma's hand. Before he could figure out what was happening, a bright wave of magic passed harmlessly through their party. Once it reached the open field, it began to stir the snow on the ground, startling the enemy army. 
"Stand your ground!" Hans shouted over the rumbling sound the wave made as it approached them. 
Killian watched as the soldiers raised their swords in front of them and he saw the Snow Queen raise both arms in front of her. The wave of magic created by Emma and Henry passed by Hans and the Snow Queen harmlessly before hitting the soldiers. They all fell to the ground - completely immobile. Even if he didn't already trust Emma, he would know that it wasn't a deadly attack.
"I see you wanted to make the fight more fair," Hans grinned, kicking his heel into the horse’s side for it to begin moving slowly before turning back to the woman next to him. "Go on, show them what we can do!"
Killian's grip on his sword tightened as he watched the Snow Queen raise her arms once more. The tension rose in his allies as they prepared a defense. But no one could have predicted that from a tornado-like flurry of snow, a behemoth of a snow monster would stomp out, letting out a bellow that shook the ground.
"Why do they always have to bring out these mountain-sized monsters?" Killian bemoaned as he unsheathed his sword. He and Henry shared an amused look, even if the concern in their eyes tamed their merriment.
The monster was still for a moment, apparently awaiting instructions. Hans' face could only be described as victorious. He raised his arms up, triumphantly. 
Killian heard Anna gasp from behind him. Turning to her, he saw her wide eyes focused on Hans. Before he could ask her about it, Elsa turned to their group.
"Emma, Henry, keep the monster away from us. I will deal with the Snow Queen. Ann-"
"I will help Killian with Hans," Anna quickly interrupted, standing closer to Killian.
"I thought we were done talking!" Hans called with a grin towards the opposing group. He nodded towards the Snow Queen, and as she raised her arms, the monster began stomping towards them.
With a nod of acknowledgement towards the true queen, Henry and Emma began rushing towards the monster, white energy in their hands. At the same time, a beam of light blue magic exploded from Elsa’s hands directed towards the Snow Queen. It looked powerful and Killian felt their small circle tremble with the force of her magic. It should have been strong enough to overpower just about anyone, but unfortunately the Snow Queen was not just anyone. Her responding beam of white magic clashed against Elsa's, the trembling aftershock making all of them stumble.
Trusting Elsa to hold her own against the other magic user, Killian looked towards Hans. The wannabe king's face was almost purple with anger - clearly he had expected to win this battle with barely any effort. Killian suspected that his successful overthrow of Arendelle had gone to his head. 
"Killian," Anna approached him. "I need to get close to Hans, can you knock him off his horse?"
Killian smirked. "It would be my pleasure."
He gave a sharp whistle towards Roger. As he approached, Killian swung into the saddle with a practiced move. Hans, noticing his approach, turned his horse towards Killian. They both unsheathed their weapons as they neared each other.
The three-part battle roared in the clearing. Killian heard the growls of the giant snow monster to his left, and felt the ground rumble with the monster's every step. The air around them sparked with energy making the hair on Killian’s neck stand at attention, and the temperature dropped as the icy beams of magic clashed against each other. But he couldn’t worry about any of that now, he had to focus on his own part of the battle - Hans and the sword he wielded. 
Killian met Hans' attacks strike for strike, desperate to protect his companions. He had grown to care for the child and the hooded warrior, as well as for the young Arendelle royalty.
Suddenly, a snowball hit his adversary in the face, a shout of victory sounding from behind Killian. Surprise and then outrage replaced the frustration in Hans' face. Killian grinned, knowing Anna threw the snowball. Wasting no time, Killian kicked his opponent right off of the horse. 
Anna ran towards them as fast as she could as Killian dropped down from Roger. Acting fast before Hans gained his feet, he disarmed the usurper just as Anna reached them, her momentum when she slammed against Hans, sending him face-first to the ground once more. 
"Hold him down!" Anna cried and Killian moved quickly to do as he was told.
"Let go of me, how dare you?!" Hans' demands were ignored as Killian dropped a knee onto the man's back and held his wrists behind his back.
Killian looked towards the battlefield and was glad to see both Emma and Henry alive and well and their enemy reduced to half its size. Killian watched curiously as Anna reached for the false king’s wrist, ignoring his yells of outrage.
"Aha!" Anna exclaimed as she grabbed hold of Hans' right wrist. Killian watched as she unknotted a pale yellow ribbon.
"What are you doing?! St-" Han's shouts were interrupted as Killian pushed his head into the snow. Not for long, unfortunately, but enough to silence him for the moment.
In the silence, their attention was captured by Elsa and the Snow Queen. Their beams of magic had stopped, the older woman's eyes focused on Anna's hands - or more specifically, on the ribbon in her hands.
There was silence in the clearing as Anna slowly approached their enemy, her eyes on the Snow Queen's, whose focus was on the ribbon.
"I was told this was yours." Anna spoke in a soft voice. Killian noticed Elsa slowly following her sister, most likely hoping to protect the young princess.
Despite Anna’s non-threatening posture, a flurry of snow formed around the two women. He heard Elsa call for her sister. He wanted to go and help but he had to keep Hans in place. The defeated prince's mocking laughter was interrupted yet again by another face full of snow. He watched as Emma held on to Henry's shoulders keeping him protected from the growing tornado of snow.
Then, just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. Anna stood, alive and well, her hands holding onto the Snow Queen's, who held Anna’s just as tightly, a soft smile on her face. 
Anna turned to them, her own smile wide. "I told you Hans would lose!" she announced victoriously, the Snow Queen trying and failing to smother a chuckle at Anna's comment.
His relief was like a weight off his shoulders as he watched Elsa embrace Anna, once her younger sister stepped back from the Snow Queen. But that distraction was all Hans needed to throw Killian off him and charge against the sisters, dagger in hand.
Magic flew but none hit their intended target, until finally a bright white ball of magic hit his arm, making him drop his weapon. The Snow Queen's hand was raised.
"I am the rightful king of Aren-" Hans screamed in fury.
Before any of them could do anything, Anna's fist connected with the angry prince, shocking him to silence.
"Knock it off, Hans." Anna grinned, shaking her hand from the contact. "You lost."
"May I?" The Snow Queen's voice was calm, even as she stared daggers into her former ally. 
Elsa looked concerned but there was nothing but confidence in Anna's expression when she nodded. They all watched as their former enemy raised her hand to Hans and froze him in place.
"Not to worry," the Snow Queen assured them, the tone of her voice regal and polished, "He will thaw in a few days." 
Anna visibly relaxed with the woman's explanation, and the rest of their company followed her lead. Emma even removed her mask.
"Then we should take him to the dungeons and warn his brothers of his prison sentence," Elsa said, a question within her crystal blue eyes.
"Oh!" Anna seemed to suddenly remember that there was information that needed to be shared with the rest of her group. "This is Ingrid, she's our aunt!"
There was stunned silence among them. The Snow Queen's smile was sheepish but emotional as she looked at the two princesses. Killian looked towards Emma and Henry, who seemed to be as shocked as him. 
Killian cleared his throat. "I'll just prepare our new snowman for the journey." 
"We'll help!" Emma quickly added, grabbing Henry's hand to bring him towards Roger. They all wanted to give the Arendelle women some space, even as they were insanely curious about the story behind Ingrid.
While Emma helped Killian drag the frozen Hans towards Roger, Henry moved toward the women instead, unable to contain his curiosity and listening to their conversation.
"Are you hurt?" Killian asked as he handed a rope to Emma.
"No." Emma looked at him, her eyes locking with his for a second before she returned her attention to their task. "Just tired. Using magic is exhausting." He couldn't help but chuckle. 
"Hopefully, we'll be able to rest after this," Killian said, holding up Hans' legs for Emma to pass the rope under. She smiled and his heart skipped a beat as he smiled back.
They made quick work wrapping the ropes around the block of ice. Henry, apparently having heard enough of the royal’s conversation, joined them jumping up and down in excitement, obviously not nearly as tired as Emma. Killian expected the boy to crash once the adrenaline was gone.
"Ingrid is their aunt!" Henry excitedly recounted. "Hans made a deal with a dark wizard to get control of Arendelle and they gave him control of Ingrid! Apparently, Elsa and Anna's mother thought her sister had died but now they are reunited! The ribbon was what was controlling her and Anna released her!"
"Breathe, my boy." Killian smiled.
The child finally took a break to breathe under the amused looks of Emma and Killian. They both moved to tie the ropes to Roger's saddle, the boy following behind, still too thrilled with their circumstances to calm down.
"But isn't it great?! A happy ending!" Henry continued, approaching Roger to pet him and feed him. "What about you guys? What are your happy endings?"
Killian's hands stilled at the same time Emma's shoulders tensed.
"My happy ending," Killian answered, his attention on Roger making sure all of their provisions were safe, "will be to finally get revenge on the monster who took my hand."
"Oh." Henry looked down for a second, a frown on his face. A weight descended on Killian's chest at having put the frown on his face, but he deserved the truth. "What about you, Emma?"
Killian watched as Henry looked at Emma, frown still in place but unmistakable hope in his eyes. He looked at Emma who kept her eyes on her already tightly-knotted rope, as she pulled her mask back over her mouth.
"I don't believe in happy endings." 
Killian watched Henry's frown deepen. Their words had made it clear that the adults' lives hadn't been idyllic and for them to have the same sort of hope Henry was able to foster effortlessly was difficult, if not impossible, but it didn't stop Killian from feeling guilt over crushing the boy's heart.
"Will you be accompanying us back to the castle?" Elsa's voice broke the silent moment, the concerned frown on her face showed she was aware of the tension. "It should be a day's journey."
Killian managed a small reassuring smile towards the blonde woman. "Aye, we would be honored."
"Are you sure you can trust her?" Emma's voice was firm, her eyes on their new companion.
"We can." Elsa's voice matched Emma's, tamed by the soft smile on her lips. "She's family." Emma nodded.
"Shall we go?" Killian asked, placing his hand on Henry's shoulder.
The child looked up at him and Killian attempted his best reassuring smile. He could feel the boy's shoulders gain some firmness and he nodded. It wasn't solved, he didn't expect it to be, but it would be okay. He lifted the boy onto the horse, taking his place next to Roger's head, leading him by the reins.
Killian watched, through the corner of his eyes, as Emma handed Henry a treat from their satchel - an olive branch of sorts, he expected - before joining him on the other side of Roger.
---
They walked through the afternoon. There wasn't a quiet moment during the journey with the high emotions and reunited family and adventures to retell. The sun was setting when they decided to camp for the night.  
They had found a nearby river to fill their canteens and shelter from the cold weather. The stars were high in the sky when they finally settled around the fire Emma lit.
Despite the earlier tension, Henry settled comfortably between Killian and Emma. They had huddled in front of a tree for warmth, justifying their close proximity as protection from the cold. Thankfully, Elsa and Ingrid really didn't seem to be bothered by the cold and there were more than enough blankets for everyone. 
"What is that?" Henry asked quietly.
Killian looked down to where Henry was pointing. His coat gaped open and the edge of the sheet Elsa had given him peeked out of the inside pocket. There was a smile on his face as he removed it. His eyes found Elsa's on the other side of the fire before the blonde returned to her conversation with her family. 
"This," Killian began, opening the paper carefully, "was my brother."
"The one that gave you the ring?"
Killian noticed Emma’s eyes on him as he handed the drawing to Henry, pleased to see him be as gentle as Killian had been, clearly understanding the drawing's importance. Emma subtly raised her hand to her chest, to the place he suspected the ring laid.
"Aye, his name was Liam."
"Wow," Henry breathed. "You have the same eyes."
Killian smiled. The drawing was as close to a perfect rendition of his brother as could be. They shared their mother's eyes even though Killian's face shape was closer to his father's.
"What happened?" Emma's voice surprised him, so soft he almost thought he imagined it.
But she was looking at him with understanding, like she already knew the story wasn't a happy one. Also like she was surprised she had actually asked the question.
Killian took a deep breath. It still hurt to remember and as much as he didn't want to retell it, he felt like Emma should know. He wanted Emma to know.
"We were aboard a ship during a storm," Killian began and his heart filled to the brim when he felt Henry inch closer to him. "Our Captain was a fool and forced us to keep on course. He believed the rumors about a jewel that you would find at the eye of the storm. All it did was kill everyone on board, I was the only survivor."
"You told me." Henry's voice was quiet, to match their quiet setting. "You said that Liam gave you the ring and that it was the only thing you had of your family."
He should have expected a question like that. Henry had been kind enough to not ask before when they spoke of the ring, but now, he wanted to share it. 
"Aye," Killian sighed. "My mother passed when I was very young. I remember very little of her, mostly her smile and her eyes and the lullaby she would sing us at night. And the ring on her finger."
"And your father?" Henry frowned, apparently expecting something equally as sad. Emma's eyes were downcast, obviously thinking the same.
"He sold us when Liam was around your age. I was a few years younger." Killian's tone was resigned, accustomed to the anger he felt towards his father. "That's why we were on that ship."
"But- But why would he sell you?" There was a clear tone of outrage and hopelessness in Henry's voice. That hurt more than remembering the people he lost.
"I stopped asking myself that a long time ago, lad."
"But he was your father." Killian's heart broke when he saw the shine in Henry's eyes.
The same expression, the same tone of voice, the same words - watching Henry now was like looking at himself as a child. How many times had Killian asked himself the very same questions?
"I know, my boy." Killian wrapped his arm tighter around the boy, trying to provide the comfort he had wanted back then. "My brother used to say that a man unwilling to fight for what he wants, deserves what he gets. I choose to believe that my father's selfish ways got him exactly what he deserved. That's how I make my peace with it."
There was silence in their little huddle. He felt Emma's warmth closer than before; she had moved closer to them. Despite the heavy moment, he felt lighter with that knowledge.
"I never knew my parents." Emma's quiet voice broke the moment and Killian felt Henry's shoulders tense up again. "I was abandoned and ended up in Neverland."
"What's Neverland?" Henry whispered.
"They say Neverland is a paradise, a place where lost ones can have anything they can imagine." Emma's voice was bitter. "In reality, it's a jungle you can never escape from, ruled by a power-hungry demon."
"How did you escape?" Killian asked.
"No one ages in Neverland," she began, her eyes on the fire but leagues away. "That's what Pan tells you. But I started to notice how, when the other children began growing, they would disappear. So, when I came of age, I knew I had to leave."
"What happened to the others?"
Emma turned to the boy at his question at the same time Killian did, her mouth open in hesitation. They shared a quick look, Killian reading the truth in her eyes. He knew she was wary of telling the boy the truth and he didn’t blame her one bit.
"I don't know," Emma muttered in a half-lie. "They simply disappeared from the island."
"Is that when you met Tinkerbell?"
Emma sighed, glad that Henry dropped the subject. "Yeah, she helped me get out of Neverland and told me about you."
"So," Killian started, hoping to relieve the tension. "Is Neverland responsible for that fetching outfit of yours?"
Emma let out a surprised laugh while Henry frowned in confusion at the strange word. Her mask was off again, her hood loose on her head leaving hints of her blonde hair in view. 
"Actually, yes." Her hands ran down her sleeve. "We didn't have names in Neverland, we all looked the same. Pan kept us covered to keep us the same. He only wanted to see our eyes, we were to never let anyone see our faces."
In the subsequent silence, Killian thought about the times she had allowed them to see her face. The trust inherent in the action filled his heart. How did these two strangers become so important to him?
"How did you know your name was Emma, then?"
Emma smiled at the boy's question. She opened the satchel by her side, removing something small and soft and weathered. "Because of this."
She opened the torn piece of a blanket on her lap, her thumb caressing the embroidery of her name in purple yarn. "I have had this with me since I was a baby, the only thing my parents gave me. Tinkerbell saved it for me. We had to cut it so I could travel with it.
"All the other children had names of animals. Pan called me a Duckling when I finally joined the Lost Ones and when I grew up, I chose to be a Swan."
"And you became our Swan," Henry added, leaving Killian's side to stretch his arms around her.
Killian smiled, his hand caressing the boy's hair in pride. He watched as Emma's smile reached her watery eyes. Her arms went around Henry tightly.
"Thank you, Henry," she whispered, dropping her cheek to his head for an instant.
Their arms loosened around each other, neither ready to let the other one go. Killian watched as Henry licked his lip and kept his eyes on the piece of blanket on Emma's lap.
"I don't remember my parents," Henry said quietly. "I think I remember their voices, I think they loved me but I don't remember them. The fairies told me that they were gone but they never told me how or why. They just kept telling me that everything was as it should be and to have hope."
Killian frowned, Emma matching him. All this mystery behind Henry was catching up to the boy. He deserved answers. Answers neither of them were able to give him.
"I know that it isn't easy to have hope." Henry spoke in a low voice, his face hidden from them while his fingers gently caressed the tattered blanket. "Growing up with the fairies was easy and safe. I didn't have friends or much to worry about. These past days have really been a change.”
"I know you two had very different lives from me. I understand now why happy endings aren't the same for everyone, but," he continued, finally sitting up straight between them, his hands on each adult's arm. "I choose to believe that they are possible and that we will all live happily ever after. Even if you don't, I'll believe it for you."
Henry's eyes were full of determination and hope, the very definition of a Believer. There wasn't much either of them could say and he watched as Emma's eyes shone with the fire's light. Killian moved his arm so that he could hold the boy's hand in a tight grip and he watched as Emma did the same.
Aware that their emotional moment had an audience, Killian looked over at their companions. He should have known not to worry about their judgment of their scene because, as he did, he saw Anna had turned into a pile of blankets sleeping soundly between her sister and aunt. Ingrid and Elsa’s focus was on each other as they talked.
“I think that’s a new one, don’t you think, kid?” Emma’s voice brought his gaze back to her.
Emma had her gaze on the sky and was pointing with her free hand to a specific cluster of stars. Henry’s dark head followed her hand with his eyes, inhaling a surprised breath. Killian caught Emma’s eyes and she grinned at him, mischief shining in her green eyes.
“Can you tell me about those, Killian? Please?” Henry looked back at him with pleading eyes and the beginnings of a pout.
“Who am I to deny such a request?” Killian grinned, his fake put upon tone failing to hit the mark.
Killian sat back against the tree and his smile grew as he felt Henry settle at his side with his eyes back on the sky. Emma mimicked Killian’s position, no longer hiding her interest in the stories he told about the stars.
He looked at the constellation Emma had indicated, trying to remember exactly what he had been told about that one. The stars formed two figures turned to each other. Its position in the Northern sky and the fact that they were upside down told him that the constellation belonged to the Enchanted Forest - the clear skies above allowing them to see them.
“Those stars tell the most famous love story of the Enchanted Forest,” Killian began, his arm on Henry’s head, running his hand through his hair. “It is said that decades ago, a princess ran away from her kingdom after her evil stepmother tried to kill her. She became a bandit who stole from the rich and helped her people. And her people helped her back - she gave them her love and provided for them and they gave her their loyalty and protection in return.”
“And then there was a shepherd who became a prince,” he continued. “After a deal made with a wizard, he took his late twin brother’s place as prince and was arranged to marry a princess from a neighboring kingdom.”
Killian made sure to keep his voice low, hoping to help the boy fall asleep. With his arm, he pulled Henry closer, so the boy could use him as a cushion. He felt the weight of Emma’s body on his arm as she had been leaning against the boy as well.
“They met when the bandit tried to steal from the prince’s carriage. It is said that she punched him on the jaw when he finally caught her.” He heard a breathy laugh from Emma and caught her eye with a smirk. “Did they live happily ever after?” Henry’s mumble from where his head rested made them smile.
“They went through a lot of adventures, fought villains and won, and when the bandit was cursed with eternal sleep, it was the prince’s kiss that woke her. Together, they defeated the bandit’s evil stepmother and became king and queen, ruling side by side.”
Henry’s hum was muffled by Killian’s chest and he turned to Emma, who was still looking at the stars.
“Is he asleep?” Killian whispered to her.
She turned to him with a smile before leaning forward to check Henry’s face.
“Like a rock.” She chuckled, Killian joining her. “You know how to tell a story.”
The corner of his lips rose as he looked up at the stars. “My brother used to tell me stories when we were young. He had to whisper them to me so the other sailors wouldn’t listen.” He continued running his fingers through Henry’s hair. “They helped me sleep so I hoped they would do the same for Henry.”
Killian turned to Emma to find her looking curiously at him. 
“I know I’m not part of some prophecy nor do I have magic,” he confessed, locking eyes with his companion. “But I care for the boy and I will protect him with all I have.”
She smiled. And that smile was new. It was a simple upturn of her lips that made his heart beat so fast he was worried she might hear it.
“I feel the same way,” she whispered, looking down. “He is a special boy and not just because of any prophecy.”
Killian nodded. When her gaze met his again, she appeared rattled, her eyes filled with trepidation and wariness.
“I should check our course,” Killian noted, looking away. He heard her sigh and decided that there had been enough heavy conversation for a night. “Do you mind?” He gestured towards Henry.
“Oh.” Emma reached over to lay a hand on Henry’s head, her hand brushing on his exposed chest and he was certain that the temperature had risen around them about ten degrees.
Taking a steadying breath, Killian focused on his satchel as soon as Henry was lying comfortably on Emma’s chest, his mouth open in sleep. Looking up at the sky, it was easy to identify Cygnus in the middle of the other stars.
He was glad for having the distraction of reading the star and on charting their course so he wouldn’t feel Emma’s gaze on him or on his hand.
“It’s pointing Southwest now, to Misthaven,” he announced with a frown. “It’s taking us back down the map.”
“Why is that so strange?”
“We’ve been to the Enchanted Forest before, that’s where our trip began.” He folded the map to put it back on his satchel. “I told Henry that Cygnus would take anyone to where they were meant to be. I can’t help but see the truth of that.” He nodded towards where Ingrid and Elsa still sat talking quietly.
“Do you think there is something that we need to do in Misthaven then?” Killian noticed how Emma’s arm reflexively held Henry closer.
“I think,” he answered with a reassuring smile, “that we have been victorious so far. If there is one thing I believe in, it’s us.”
“I was tasked to protect him,” Emma reminded him.
“And you will.” His tone was confident, sure.
“You think so?” Her voice turned softer. He heard the surprise and doubt in it and it pained him.
“I’ve yet to see you fail.”
Her eyes searched his. He saw the moment she realized there was no lie in them. His eyes landed on her mouth as she licked her lips, unsure, afraid.
“We should get some rest,” Killian said, hoping to relieve the tension of the moment. He watched as her shoulders deflated. “It’s been a long day.”
Emma nodded. They were silent as they both found more comfortable positions. Henry hummed in displeasure at the disturbance but relaxed soon after. With a nod towards the still awake Arendellians, they fell asleep.
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In the morning, they were awakened by the sun shining on the snow around them. Killian found his arm around Henry and his hand on Emma’s side. She awoke with Henry comfortably nuzzled against her chest. There was barely any distance between the three of them.
Their eyes met over Henry’s head and he could see panic in her eyes. As quickly and subtly as he could, Killian moved away from them.
“It was a cold night,” he justified, hoping she would know he didn’t think anything of it. Even if the fast beating of his heart reminded him of how he couldn’t lie to himself.
“Yeah,” Emma whispered in reply.
They resolved to let Henry sleep a bit longer. As he stood, he caught Elsa’s eyes as she woke and looked between him and Emma. He tried to remain calm.
“I’m going to fill our canteens,” Killian said, clearing his throat when his voice betrayed his feelings.
“I’ll go with you.” 
Killian thinned his lips in consternation when he heard Elsa’s voice.
They were silent until they reached the river. Killian crouched to fill his group’s canteens before reaching for Elsa’s.
“I assume that,” Elsa began, “just as I was wrong about your relationship to Henry, that there is more than meets the eye about your relationship with Emma?” Her tone was non-judgemental and Killian focused even harder on the water, not meeting her gaze.
“We are simply allies. We want to protect Henry.” Killian’s tone was final but that didn’t seem to impress the Queen.
“That doesn’t mean that you don’t have feelings for her.”
Killian stood up with a sigh. “It doesn’t matter, we have to focus on protecting Henry.”
“Closing your heart isn’t the solution.” Elsa’s voice betrayed that her advice came from her own experience and his shoulders relaxed with that realization.
“We only met a few days ago and I don’t want to frighten her.”
“But you care for her.”
“I- We understand each other,” Killian confessed. He seemed to be doing that a lot. “She’s afraid and, honestly, so am I. As much as I care for her, I don’t want to pressure her.”
Elsa nodded. She understood, he could see it in her expression.
“We aren’t far from the castle. If we leave soon, we should arrive by lunch time.”
He nodded, glad she had changed the subject even as he regretted having to leave them.
“Our course has changed, we won’t be able to accompany you there.”
“Oh?”
“We are headed Southwest, to Misthaven to be more precise.”
Elsa nodded once more. “There is a port not far from here if you keep heading West.”
“Thank you, Your Highness.” He bowed his head with a thankful smile. 
“Take care, Killian, I expect to see you and the others again.” He could only nod with a small smile while Elsa took hold of the bottles for her group. “Come, let’s tell the others.”
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Henry wasn’t shy about sharing his displeasure. Their trio didn’t want to separate from the sisters. 
“But, we were going to Arendelle,” Henry pouted.
“Yes, lad, but we need to follow Cygnus, remember?” Killian’s hand on his head didn’t assuage his grouchiness.
“Yeah, I guess.” 
Emma and Elsa smiled at the boy’s dramatics.
“I trust you will be safe?” Emma asked, glancing briefly towards Ingrid, who’d moved away slightly to give them space, but then looking towards Elsa for confirmation.
“Yes,” Elsa answered emphatically. “We are getting our kingdom back.” 
“I want you to take Roger,” Killian interjected, even if his voice wasn’t completely sure.
“What?” All eyes turned to him in shock.
“Well,” he explained, scratching the back of his ear. “There is the matter of the prisoner,” he said, gesturing toward the still completely frozen prince, “and second, we’d have to come back for him.” 
Elsa smiled and Anna opened her mouth, as if she was going to start saying something before being stopped by her sister. “You three are always welcome in our kingdom.”
He bowed his head towards her. “Thank you.”
“We’re really leaving Roger, too?” Henry looked up at him, his pout even stronger.
“We’ll take great care of him, Henry,” Anna assured him, with a smile.
“Okay.” Henry still didn’t seem happy but he stepped forward to hug Anna, his arms tight around her waist.
Leaving Emma and Henry to say their goodbyes, Killian appreciated the space to say an important goodbye himself.
Reaching the horse, Killian patted his head, his forehead on the horse’s. “Be a good lad for them, alright? I will come back for you, I promise.” 
Roger nodded his head when Killian stepped back. His smile widened when the horse took a step forward to put his head over his owner’s shoulders. Killian’s arms went around the neck of the horse in a hug. “Thank you,” he whispered.
He felt a tug on his trousers. Looking down, Killian saw Henry look up at him. “Can I give him a hug, too?” 
“Of course, lad.” 
It was with a full heart that he watched as Roger did the same to Henry. “Thank you, Roger. I’ll miss you.” 
Henry’s whispers urged him to look away. He found Emma looking at him, her hand on the horse’s back. She smiled, an understanding smile that earned another in return.
They worked together to relieve Roger of the satchels, sharing the load between the two adults even as Henry insisted he could carry something. They ended up entrusting him with the water canteens.
With final hugs and goodbyes, they parted ways with the Arendelle royalty, hoping that they would see each other again soon.
“Where are we going now?” Henry asked from where he walked between the two adults.
“We’re going to Misthaven.”
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"We are headed Southwest, to Misthaven to be more precise." Killian Jones' voice sounded from the mirror, even as all that was shown was the rippling blue sky overhead.  
"It looks like we have guests to prepare for, mirror…" 
Her grin was wide and dangerous, her hands curled over the balcony’s iron frame as she looked over her deserted kingdom, thoughts of revenge swirling in her head.
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Once Upon a Time season 4A thoughts
I’m rewatching OUAT and I wanted to share some of my opinions on each season!
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- Funny story about this season, back in the day when I was watching OUAT for the first time, me and my dad watched it on netflix, and when we finished season 3, season 4 wasn’t on netflix yet, so we bought a box set and then a week later (no joke) it was put on netflix lol
- It’s beck from You!
- That cgi ice…
- I mean marian is a little bit right (even though I don’t like her)
- I feel like Regina’s redemption was a bit fast, and her only motivation for being good is Henry (not her having actual remorse for her actions)
- Rumple visiting Neal’s grave :(
- The ogre wars are the funniest thing in this show
- How long did they last? How did they start?
- I guess we’ll never know
- Regina… girl… just turning evil at the smallest inconvenience
- RUMBELLE HONEYMOON
- They are so adorable omg
- Him trusting her with the dagger… awww
- Aaaaaaaa! The beauty and the beast dance
- This is too cute
- “Maybe we should have gone with baelfire” yeah if you want him to get bullied
- Sidney is so thirsty for Regina lol
- THE SORCERERS HAT
- I’m sorry but the enchanted forest also being called misthaven??? I kinda hate it
- “Anna, I will find you” would you say… you will always find her? Lol
- LONG HAIR DAVID
- Omg he looks like he should be riding a horse on the cover of a romance novel
- “They call her bo peep” aka the least menacing name ever
- What are your intentions with my daughter???
- I forgot they made bo peep a lowkey mafia boss
- Not David calling her a warlord lol
- “When I was six years old, one morning I woke up hearing my father and mother going at it” yikes
- Ohhhh they were fighting… I thought they were doing something else
- Nooooo he died from drunk driving
- Ok I think I’m a full on captainswan shipper now
- “I don’t like to say such a name out loud” he’s not voldemort
- I’d know that giggle anywhere…
- INGRID
- This is the frozen 2 we deserved
- Oooooooo she got the white streak
- Ponytail Regina looks kinda fruity ngl…
- That painting clashes so bad
- Marian looks like she ate a blue popsicle
- Why don’t they disguise Elsa? She’s not exactly looking inconspicuous like that
- WILL SCARLET (For some reason I called him will roland for the longest time)
- Wait but didn’t he literally switch it out with the real dagger though???
- The way he hooked her arm!!!
- It’s zoso
- Ooh has rumple not “succumbed to darkness in his heart”?
- Captainswan date!!!
- “I don’t pillage and plunder on the first date” lol
- Awwww that’s cute that he wants to hold her
- But the hook is kinda sexy
- “Captain hand” that’s so funny
- “Is there something wrong with your skin?” Please—
- Wait… granny’s ISN’T the only restaurant in town?
- His old self is coming back to haunt him…
- Those brooms in fantasia used to give me nightmares
- Placebo hand
- Should I watch OUAT in Wonderland?
- LILY
- Awwww they’re cute
- I like how she poofs away in a little blizzard
- Ooh this is like the broken glass curse
- The Neal picture…
- Omg plot twist (I actually remember this lol) Ingrid was Emma’s foster mom
- THAT OGRE IS SO SCARY
- Ogres killed my mom…
- OAKEN
- “I pray you never have to cross paths with that twisted man” she’s married to him lol
- Omg the duke’s moves lol
- Rumple is in every single story
- This man is everywhere
- Ew the duke of weselton is such a creep
- Oh no she froze her heart
- Yikes what happened to focus on your wife???
- Zelena actually could have been the sister Ingrid was look for
- She was born with magic and misunderstood
- Why does Robin dress like a lumberjack???
- I forgot about the whole rumple stealing Emma’s magic thing
- Why doesn’t Ingrid wear shoes?
- Why do they hate happy? What did he do?
- I really like the emma/elsa friendship
- Rumple stop being evil and just be married to belle!!!
- At least for a season
- My plan to resist the curse: wear goggles
- Noooooo the vows before they die
- That is so sad
- Honestly serves blue right
- Hey, at least the curse looks pretty
- Alternate plan: tear out everyone’s hearts (the curse didn’t work on hook because he didn’t have his heart)
- Everyone fighting each other is really funny
- Awwwww that’s actually so cute (Ingrid adopting Emma)
- Why does anyone bother running when they can just poof away
- Henry? More like Kevin McAllister
- And… she ruined it
- That’s sad :(
- Rip Ingrid
- Finally a villain that shows ACTUAL REMORSE for their actions
- “Don’t you sneeze on me, you son of a—“ lol
- Oh, rumple. When will you learn?
How I feel about the characters this season
Love: Belle, Emma, Anna, Hook
Like: Rumple, Elsa, Ingrid, Kristoff, David
Neutral: Regina, Snow, Henry
Dislike: Marian, Robin
Hate: Hans, the duke
Season rating: 7/10
I liked this season more than I remembered liking it! The beginning felt a little slow, but it got really good towards the end. I like Ingrid and I think she is the best ‘misunderstood’ villain in the whole show. Her sacrifice was so sad but such a payoff! I’m just not a fan of the Marian plot and Rumple being evil for the sake of it (he didn’t really have a strong motivation for his actions imo)
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So I’m again on my Once Upon A Time rewatch and I just finished watching season 4, and y’all, this season is sooooo chaotic. And so freaking funny.
Like:
Introducing Frozen but no one in Storybrooke knows anything about Frozen
Elsa almosts kills Emma in the ice castle and instantly feels bad about it
RUMPLE AND BELLE HAVE A BEAUTY AND THE BEAST MOMENT AND IT’S BEAUTIFUL
trying to find the author of a magical storybook
“I knew there was a good reason why you kept me locked in there for all those years, waiting for the time you needed me most.”
Regina puts Sydney back in the mirror
Anna meets Charming who has long hair
“I’m not bossy, I’m the queen.”
Basically any time Kristoff and Elsa are on screen together
The Snow Queen and Elsa coexisting AND ARE RELATED
Sooo many moments that are references to the original Frozen movie scattered throughout the Arendelle plot making it feel like one big inside joke that we are let it on
“You’re the mayor now.” “I am?”
“STOP SAYING LETTERS”
The stunned silence at Mary Margaret finally losing it
“Can I have ice cream, Mommy? REGINA let me get ice cream.”
Will Scarlet. Just. Will Scarlet.
“You seem like a decent sheriff. I trust you’re not the sort to shoot a man in the back.” “What…?” *starts running*
“TWO sheriffs?? That’s just bloody unfair.”
Belle frantically calling Emma because a drunk man passed out in her library and she has absolutely no context and is definitely freaked out by it
“I may be a thief, but I’m not a liar. Let me show you.” *immediately starts trying to break in* *fails to break in* *EMMA BREAKS IN INSTEAD* “Neal taught me a few things.”
ANNA BESTS RUMPLESTILTSKIN WHEN SO MANY OTHERS FAILED
The character arc of Hook’s left hand
Emma finding her parents waiting eagerly for her to return home + Mary Margaret who wants to hear EVERYTHING about Emma’s first date vs David who thinks that some details are okay to be left out
Mary Margaret finding Will Scarlet and thinking that David set it all up and Will being So Confused
“I’m the sheriff’s wife.” “You’re married to the blonde?” “No that’s my daughter. I’m married to the other one.” “What now?”
“So…the sheriff’s wife can pardon me?” “I’m also the mayor-” “He did it.”
“I’m an idiot.” “Finally, something we can agree on.”
“Regina, I was hoping we could talk.” “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m about to storm an evil ice cream truck.”
“It’s bad enough that I’m stuck with you and Captain Guyliner making eyes at each other.” “We don’t make eyes.” “Ready love? 😃”
“Have I ever told you the story of how I met Marian?” “Only about 3 dozen times.” *starts recounting the story* “3 dozen and one.” *tell the story together*
“My whole life I have stuck to my code of honor.” “So why are you here…?” “Today is not one of those days.”
Mary Margaret telling Regina to button her shirt before she goes to check on Henry
“Wow you royals REALLY go through exhausting lengths to ignore your issues.”
Frozen Hans in the closet
“I think it’ll be easier to break into the library now since I’m not drunk and taking punches!” *Robin opens door with ease* *points to sign* “Open till ten.” “Well that’s generous.”
“Guess what! You’re my oldest friend!” *rips Hook’s heart out*
“Now it’s Elsa trying to find her sister that’s screwing us all!!” “…Coming from you that’s terrifying.”
“Kristoff!” “David!” “You cut your hair!” “So did you!”
Ingrid convincing Emma to stay in the foster home instead of running away by encouraging her to terrorize a kid with rubber spiders
THE SPELL OF SHATTERED SIGHT
…The spell of Shattered Sight, and all Snow and Charming do is roast each other
“I AM NOT HAPPY!! 😡😡😡”
“Sealed in My Own Vault?! UGH!!” *looks at outfit* “what the hell am I wearing??” -> the evil queen is back!!
“Emma, you’re prickly, but I don’t hate you.” “…I’m prickly??”
I’m sorry but Regina just has THE most comical face when she realizes Emma is coming, and any time she’s acting like the evil queen in this episode, all of it is just over the top and such a caricature and comical and I can’t take it
Poor Anna trying to make everyone feel love
*sing song-ish voice* “Snow White is a murderer. I killed the evil queen’s mother. And I said I was sorry when I wasn’t.” …Snow??? What???
“YOU said you could keep a secret!!” “I! Was!! TEN!!!!!!!”
Basically all of Snow’s and Regina’s sword fight
Plus David watching uselessly (except for when he teams up with Snow briefly to disarm Regina)
Henry making Hook trip on marbles when he enters the mayor’s office
Will wants another go at Hook, charges, misses, Hook knocks him into the wall, Will crumbles
Anna: *hits Kristoff over the head* *reads note* “*gasp* Kristoff! Do you have any idea what this is?! *pause* Oh, right, I knocked you out. *moves closer* wake up! We have to take this to Elsa. *kisses him* I love you! You’re amazing! …You’re unconscious. *gets up* I’ll be right back, okay? Stay there! I mean I know you’ll stay here but I’ll be back anyway!!”
Ingrid sacrificing herself and the music going on in the background at that point OH MY GOSH
WHEN THE SPELL IS UNDONE THEY LAUGH AND THEY HUG AND IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL 😭😭
*very confused* “…what am I wearing?”
Regina, David, and Mary Margaret laughing, like,, authentically laughing, like so much that it almost looks to me like they’re Lana and Josh and Ginnifer just having fun, and they’re all falling over laughing too, and it’s almost a blooper reel
“I’m sorry I tried to kill you.” “With a cross bow! You tried to kill me with a crossbow!”
“The door to Arendelle must be around here. It’s just a matter of finding it.” *magic broomstick finds it instantly* *silence* “…there it is.”
Maleficent, Ursula, and Cruella DeVil’s first entrance like wowie that is cool and ahhhh they look so good
BELLE STANDING UP FOR HERSELF AND COMMANDING RUMPLESTILTSKIN TO GET OUT OF STORYBROOKE LIKE YEAH THAT WAS PAINFUL BUT HOOO ALSO WELL DESERVED AND IT WAS DEFINITELY BOUND TO HAPPEN AT SOME POINT
They just. Released Chernabog. From the hat. Freaking Chernabog was just. In the hat.
Regina and Emma’s phone call with Ursula and Cruella
*Chernabog turns to Maleficent* “I knew it.”
“I hope you choke on my bones.” THAT IS SUCH A RAW LINE WHAT THE HECK ASFJJJGJDS
“The Chernabog was looking for the heart with the greatest potential for darkness…but it was not looking for Regina. It was after Emma Swan.” AHHHH CHILLSSSSSS
“If you say a word about this to anyone, especially Emma, you won’t have to worry about Regina. I’ll rip out your hearts myself.” …SNOW??? WHAT??? DUDE??? HUH???
Snow finding out she and Maleficent will both be mothers and she’s straight up like “nah, I don’t wanna work with you. I won’t darken myself by associating with you.” And Maleficient is like “you…wouldn’t want to make a better world for our children…just because you don’t like me??”
Regina crushing the glass after taking the shot as if it was a heart, like. What. Regina how did that prove you are villain it just proves you have a strong grip (you’re lucky you were wearing gloves or else your hand would be pretty messed up)
“First one to save us loses.”
Basically Regina is trying to join a gang
“I said we needed to meet covertly! You brought the whole Charming Softball Team and their pirate mascot??”
*Regina without warning possesses Mary Margaret to communicate where she is and what she’s doing*
Robin Hood stealing a horse in New York
Actually right before that as the camera is panning into the scene you can hear someone shout “I’m walkin’ here! I’M WALKIN’ ‘ERE!”
…I don’t even wanna get into the Zelena is Marian plot because that’s a really icky part of the plot
Ariel: *sees Hook* *immediately slaps him*
The Apprentice putting Isaac in the book without warning
Pinocchio being turned back into August
August being wood and then being a person again but then his nose grows
“We have a lot of questions.” “I bet you do.” *brings down curtain ONTO A WOUNDED MAN and runs away*
It looks like Cruella is going to get a heartbreaking traumatic backstory to show why she is how she is…but really she’s just a bad person
Emma and Regina go on a road trip
The wolf making them crash, giving everyone watching déjà vu to season one (including Emma)
“You know me from the diner, right? Smile and hold my hand and walk around the block for a little bit and you get free burgers for a week.”
*teen Emma is depressed on the bench waiting for a bus* Lily: “heyyyyy 😁😁”
The Apprentice thinking it’s just Okay to sit next to a teen girl and address her by a name she didn’t tell you. Like. My guy. I know YOU mean no harm but you REALLY gotta think about what it looks like to HER
Lily’s conspiracy board
Lily steals Emma’s bug -> Emma grabs a wrench, smashes a car window, and steals a car
Regina looking freaked out when Emma starts talking like she herself would
Regina holding on for dear life when Emma is angrily chasing Lily
*spreads arms out* “go on. Kill me. Put me out of my misery. Put an end to this.”
“There have been many authors, from the first cave painter […] to a man named Walt.” *1966* “Our last author…he passed away recently.”
Rumplestiltskin almost dying (again) (you know, just his seasonal near death experience even though he’s immortal)
Seeing Isaac write “Once upon a time…”
THE LAST TWO EPISODES OH MY GOSH I COULD WRITE A WHOLE POST JUST ABOUT THE CHAOS OF EPISODES 4x22 AND 4x23
Henry standing up to Isaac
Rumplestiltskin the light one.
RUMPLESTILTSKIN THE LIGHT ONE.
“This does not come with a price!” THAT FREAKING BROKE ME
EVIL SNOW
Charming saying “I will always find you” but it sounds Wrong
The dwarves do in fact whistle…but it is Unsettling
Regina is the outlaw with a bow and arrow instead of Snow White…and she’s aiming at Henry
“My name is Henry. I’m your son.”
Regina and Robin’s meet cute that is just like the first time they met and AHHHHH I LOVE IT
Zelena is Robin’s … fiancée
Episode 22 ending with Emma locked in the tower
HOOK BEING A TIMID LITTLE MAN
Henry breaking into the castle using a Star Wars reference
“Why isn’t it rum?” “Rum? I’m allergic to that stuff.” “Of course you are.”
Hook is jealous of himself AGAIN
“Now you’re down to six. Would you like to make it five?”
Regina and Emma meeting again
“What does your heart say? I know what my heart says. But what if his doesn’t say the same thing?” “Isn’t that a risk you’re willing to take?”
Emma confronting her parents with such a brilliant speech and amazing expression…but if you watch in the background you see Hook holding the sword above his head, pointy end going being him, gritting his teeth, bouncing forward and backward, trying to look brave but actually just looks like a scared doofus (in the most endearing way)
Hook sacrifices himself for Emma
They all go to crash a wedding
REGINA SACRIFICES HERSELF FOR HENRY EVEN WITHOUT FULLY KNOWING WHAT HE MEANS TO HER
Henry becoming the author
Hook scaring Emma because he’s not where they left him
Henry breaks the Author’s pen
Rumplestiltskin isn’t doing so hot
Belle storms into the shop yelling at Rumple but is immediately concerned when he falls to the ground
The Darkness overtaking the Apprentice
Regina is about to be taken by the darkness
Emma becomes the Dark One.
I’m pretty sure I’m missing a few things too.
Anyways, like said, this season is chaotic as HECK.
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Once Upon a Time 4x06 "Family Business" Review
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We learn a little more about the Snow Queen’s plans and about her past with Emma. And apparently Belle and Anna knew each other but Belle has kept it a secret from Elsa because she’s ashamed that she wanted her memories more than saving a girl she’d just met. So apparently shame is a big deterrent in not helping save Anna this time too. 
Summary: The Snow Queen leads our heroes on a chase so they can see that she actually cared for Emma at one point. In the past, Belle can’t remember how her mother died in an Ogre attack, so she goes to Arendelle to visit the Rock Trolls and meets Princess Anna who is looking for information on her Aunt Ingrid.
Opening: Ice Cream Truck
New Characters:
Belle’s Mother (Colette): First off, I really thought Belle’s mother would get more air time in this episode, considering she’s played by Frances O’Connor (known for Mansfield Park, AI, The Importance of Being Earnest), but alas, she’s killed off pretty quickly. We do see where Belle gets her love of reading from, as they both try to get priceless books out of the library before the Ogre attacks them. They end up hiding under a table, and I’m confused about how he finds them. Does he hear them, because it was established that Ogres were blind back in Lady of the Lake. However he figured out where they were, Colette does not end up making it through the attack.
Character Observations:
Belle: In the past, Belle and her mother are attacked in their library by an Ogre. I get that there are priceless books in there (or in Belle’s case, the book that she remembers her mother first reading to her), but Ogres are attacking. You can come back for the books once they leave! Belle and her mother get trapped under a table and the last thing Belle remembers is the Ogre lifting the table off them and yelling in their faces. Belle awakens to find her mother is dead and she can’t remember how she died (I’m guessing an Ogre killed her). Belle is insistent in trying to recover her memories, but her father doesn’t think that’s a good idea. She tells him about magical beings who can restore memories, but he brings up the whole ‘All magic comes with a price’ line and tells her she is not to leave. Belle makes up her mind to go to Arendelle anyway, where she meets Anna at Oaken’s. Anna also happens to be going to see the Rock Trolls, so they decide to go together. They discuss the fact that they both lost their mothers, and when Anna slips trying to get up the mountain, Belle discovers the hat box (that she stole from Rumple in The Apprentice). Anna won’t give much away to Belle about the evil wizard she stole it from, just tells her she hopes she never meets him. Well, Anna, maybe if you’d given Belle a hint, she wouldn’t be married to him now! Somehow, despite the fact that they could barely make it up the first rock, they get to the top to the Rock Trolls. Grand Pabbie pulls the memory from Belle’s consciousness and puts it in a stone which he tells her to brew in tea at the place where she lost her memory (nice plot point so she can’t brew it right away), and when she drinks the tea she’ll remember what happened to her mother. On the way back down the mountain they get caught up in a storm. Anna is convinced it’s her Aunt Ingrid. When Belle asks what she’s going to do about it, Anna pulls out the hat box again and says she’s going to take her aunt’s magic. And that’s when a big gust of wind comes, knocking the memory stone out of Belle’s hand, and knocking Anna off the trail so she’s hanging off the edge of the mountain. Belle tries to go for the stone first, but it’s knocked off the edge and shatters. Then she tries to get Anna, but Anna falls. Belle witnesses the Snow Queen poof Anna away. Belle returns home and tells her father she didn’t find what she was looking for and her trip was a huge mistake. Maurice finally tells Belle what happened. That her mother stood in the path of the Ogre while the guards pulled Belle to safety, and her mother was killed before the guards could get back. Maurice tells her the war isn’t going well, and Belle suggests calling upon a powerful wizard she read about (not putting together that this might be the same wizard Anna was warning her about). Maurice knows who she is talking about and doesn’t want to call him, but Belle thinks it’s their only choice so they can win the war and so she can be a hero like her mother.
Meanwhile, in Storybrooke, Belle is keeping a secret that she knew Anna back in their realm. Elsa wants to research Arendelle in the library with Belle, which is making her very uncomfortable. Elsa starts having a crisis of faith about finding Anna, but Belle tells her she will find Anna, but she looks very guilty about the whole thing. Belle decides the best thing to do is go to the Snow Queen’s hideout, and ‘commands’ Rumple to take her to her lair using the dagger. When they get there, Rumple tells Belle that the Snow Queen isn’t there, but she’s okay with that. She’s looking for the hat to strip someone of their powers! Too bad she doesn’t know Rumple hid it away at the shop, would’ve saved her a trip. Rumple wonders why Belle is helping a stranger. She gives him the excuse that a hero always helps people. She makes Rumple keep watch while she goes inside to look for the hat box. Instead, she hears someone calling for her from behind a covered mirror. When she takes the sheet off, it’s her reflection, but it tells her things she doesn’t want to hear. Basically, all her insecurities, like that Rumple doesn’t really trust her and he didn’t give her the real dagger (listen to the mirror, Belle). Rumple comes in, warning Bell they have to leave since the Snow Queen is coming. She lashes out and cuts him with the dagger before he poofs them back to the shop. Belle starts to believe what mirror Belle said about the dagger, since she had commanded Rumple to stay outside. He gets around that by saying she said to keep watch, and since the Snow Queen was coming back, he was allowed to go in and get her. Belle breaks down when she sees she has cut him and tells him all the awful things the mirror told her. Rumple assures her none of it is true. Belle confesses that Anna is missing because of her and feels guilty for using the dagger on Rumple. She doesn’t think she’s worthy of his love. Oh, lord, if only Belle knew how it’s Rumple who isn’t worthy of her love with all of his lies, manipulation, and deceit. She then spreads on the guilt even thicker by apologizing for keeping this secret, since she knows Rumple would never keep a secret from her. UGH! Belle finally confesses to Elsa about knowing Anna and how the Snow Queen captured her. Belle tells Emma, Elsa, and Killian about the mirror. Rumple has told her that it will be used for the Spell of Shattered Sight, turning the whole town on one another.
Emma: She shows everyone the video of the Snow Queen as her foster mother. Henry suggests looking for her ice cream truck to either find her or find clues. They end up finding it out by the Merry Men’s camp. Robin wants to talk to Regina, but she rebuffs him. Emma tells her she could have been nicer, but Regina tells her to stay out of it and is upset she has to deal with her and Killian making eyes at each other. Emma protests this, but then Killian definitely makes eyes at her. Once inside the truck, neither Regina nor Killian notice the lock on the freezer (how did these two last so long as villains when they don’t even notice details?). Killian uses his hook to break the lock and they find a file on Emma inside, starting from the article on how she was found on the side of the road. Emma looks through the file and discovers she stayed with the Snow Queen for six months, the longest she’d ever stayed anywhere. Killian asks if she’s okay, but she just tells him it was a long time ago, prompting a conversation about the fact that Killian was once a child about 200 years ago. Emma realizes that the Snow Queen has kept old art projects and essays and a card Emma wrote to her, and that someone doesn’t do that unless they care about you. They also discover a scroll with Arendelle writing on it. Back at the sheriff’s station, Elsa has discovered that the Snow Queen is her aunt. She and Emma look at the family tree and discover another sister that Killian thinks looks just like Emma (I really don’t see that except for the fact that she is blonde). Elsa sees the scroll and translates it. It basically says that Emma is the Savior and will become Ingrid’s (the Snow Queen) sister. Belle comes in letting them know about the mirror and the Shattered Sight spell, and Emma and Elsa figure out that they’ll be the only two left that aren’t affected so the Snow Queen can have her family.
Ingrid/The Snow Queen: Anna is introduced to Ingrid who let’s Anna know that the reason she doesn’t know her is because she was put in an urn by people who didn’t understand her. She shows Anna that she also has the same powers as Elsa and that it runs in the family. We don’t see Ingrid again until Anna is on her way back from the Rock Trolls. Ingrid creates a storm that results in Anna falling off a mountain. Ingrid steals the hat box from Anna before poofing them back to the castle. Ingrid has Anna locked in a cell in the dungeons of the castle. She accuses Anna of wanting to strip Elsa of her powers with the hat. Anna claims she wasn’t going to use it on Elsa, but that their parents were. Anna then reveals that the Rock Trolls told her she had another sister and Ingrid gets very angry. Anna asks what Ingrid wants. Ingrid says she wanted a family that would embrace her for who she was, but she doesn’t think Anna can be part of that family since she has nothing in common with her and Elsa. She will have to find someone else to take Anna’s place.
Rumple seeks out the Snow Queen and lets her know Emma is on to her. The Snow Queen tells him that Emma didn’t discover anything she didn’t want her to discover. She goes head to head with Rumple which is pretty fantastic. He doesn’t scare her like he does most others. She tells him to stay out of her way, Later, after Belle has glimpsed the mirror, Rumple comes back to confront the Snow Queen about it. They posture and threaten each other again: Rumple telling her she better now hurt anyone he loves with her plans and the Snow Queen claiming she can’t make any guarantees. Rumple shows her that he has the hat and the Snow Queen shows fear for the first time.
Anna: She comes back from Misthaven and lies to Elsa about what she’s found out. She notices there are no flurries or any of Elsa’s normal icy behaviors happening. Elsa excitedly introduces Anna to their Aunt Ingrid and Anna immediately goes into disbelieving mode. She immediately goes to Kristoff and tells him that she doesn’t trust Ingrid. She claims to be a good judge of character, but Kristoff calls her out on that as she almost married Hans after 10 minutes. Anna doesn’t understand why there isn’t any record of Ingrid anywhere, so she wants to visit the Rock Trolls to find out about her. She also tells Kristoff that she didn’t tell Elsa what she found out on her trip. Unfortunately, Ingrid has been listening to their conversation. Anna runs into Belle at Oaken’s and since they are going to the same place, invites her to come with her to visit the Rock Trolls. Anna asks Grand Pabbie about Ingrid and he tells her that her mother actually had two sisters, and they were quite close. But then one day Ingrid and their other sister, Helga, vanished, so the royal family asked the Rock Trolls to make everyone forget them. This makes Anna think Ingrid is a liar because she didn’t tell them about this (um, wasn’t she trapped in an urn until recently), and needs to get back to the castle fast. Ingrid causes a storm and imprisons Anna, telling her she can’t be part of their family because she is the outsider.
Questions:
Why are they wondering how the Snow Queen got to our world? My first thought would be a magic bean since we’ve seen them several times at this point. I know they were supposed to be gone, but that obviously wasn’t true.
What is up with Belle’s traveling outfit? It’s a short skirt that has that caveman-like cut and knee-high stockings! And it’s white! Plus she’s in full make up. 
Can someone please explain why Emma was moved around in foster care so much that six months was the longest she was anywhere? Isn’t the point of foster care to find a family to take them in so their life isn’t disrupted so much? No wonder Emma is the way she is if she was moved from family to family so much she couldn’t ever form any bonds.
Once again, what is up with Belle’s Storybrooke outfit? She’s going to infiltrate the Snow Queen’s lair in a short skirt and knee high boots (I mean, they are fur lined, but still)?
Ingrid told Anna she’d been trapped in an urn, so why would Anna think she knew anything about her family erasing everyone’s memories?
Who’s voice is coming from the mirror before Belle takes the cover off. It’s not speaking in Belle’s normal accent.
So, did Colette and Belle somehow get up when the Ogre pulled the table off of them? Maurice says her mother stood up to the Ogre, but they’d been lying under a table. 
Why was Belle so worried about the Ogres reaching the road? They’d already been to the castle.
Where did this prophecy come from? Most prophecies aren’t so literal.
Observations:
The first book Belle’s mother ever read to her was called Her Handsome Hero.
Belle is wearing her blue movie dress. We saw her wear this in Rumple’s castle in Skin Deep. I had assumed that it had been something Rumple had given her since she didn’t bring anything with her, but maybe Rumple magicked her belongings to the castle at some point.
If this were real life, Anna would be so dead, or at least have multiple broken bones after falling off the mountain.
Rumple looks into the Snow Queen’s mirror and nothing happens.
The Snow Queen’s plan to use a mirror for the Spell of Shattered Sight comes directly from the Hans Christian Anderson story The Snow Queen. Although it is not her mirror that shatters, but the devil’s mirror. Read the tale here.
The false eyelashes on Belle are over the top this episode.
Timeline Issues:
Emma says she’s 13, maybe 14 in the video, but it’s supposed to be 1998, and in the fall. Emma was born in 1983, so that would make her 15, maybe 14 if it’s still the beginning of October.
If Anna met Belle before Belle met Rumple, then how old must she be now? Belle lived with Rumple, probably for at least a year (despite the short time we saw in Skin Deep and Lacey), and then she went on the adventure with Mulan to find the Yaoguai in The Outsider, and then she was captured by the Evil Queen and imprisoned for about 2 ½ years according to the hash marks in her cell in that we saw in Queen of Hearts. We know Elsa was trapped in the urn (although we don’t know how), but it had to have happened before Snow and Charming met, as it came through the time portal with Emma and Killian during There’s No Place Like Home, and as we saw, Belle was still Rumplestiltskin’s maid at this time. Assuming Arendelle wasn’t part of the curse (which, it shouldn’t be since it wasn’t part of the Enchanted Forest), at least 35 years must have passed from what we just saw.
So the Snow Queen apparently cared about Emma, but what happened for Emma to leave and the Snow Queen make her forget? How did she get to our land if not by my theory of a magic bean? The Snow Queen is planning to tear the town apart just so she can get Emma and Elsa to become her sisters, and Rumple is being a conniving ass as usual.
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JOLLY HOLIDAY EXCHANGE
MEET THE ARENDELLE FAMILY for @andromedalestrange
Queen Gerda of Arendelle - Mother, deceased
King Agnarr of Arendelle - Father, deceased
Princess Aili of Arendelle
Queen Elsa of Arendelle - Sister
Princess Anna of Arendelle - Sister
Princess Ingrid of Arendelle - Aunt, deceased
Princess Helga of Arendelle - Aunt, deceased
Amadeus - Significant Other
Kristoff of Arendelle - Brother-In-Law
Aemon - (Future) Brother-In-Law
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Chapter 1 A Family.
In the dungeon where King Magnifico practices his wish-making, seven women with unique features gather. Among them, some are tall, others short; some have long hair, while others sport short or curly hair. Three have brown eyes, three have blue, but one stands out with green eyes. Magnifico, intrigued, asks her to twirl, admiring her poise, manners, smarts, and talent.
Apologizing to the other women, he chooses Ingrid, an old childhood friend intended for arranged royalty but disrupted by Amaya's wealth and higher rank. As the others leave, Ingrid and Magnifico reconnect, discussing the odd meeting.
Magnifico reveals his struggle to conceive with Amaya and the need for companionship. Ingrid suggests adoption, but Magnifico hesitates. In a tense moment, he leans in, making her nervous. When Ingrid proposes adoption again, he agrees, bringing relief and joy.
The discussion shifts to timing, and they decide to start after Amaya departs for Arendell. Ingrid expresses sympathy for Arendell's recent loss, but Magnifico must stay to oversee the kingdom. The story unfolds as Ingrid eagerly anticipates the new chapter.
Chapter 2
As they plan for the future, Ingrid and King Magnifico navigate the delicate balance between their personal desires and the responsibilities of the kingdom. The anticipation of adopting a child becomes a beacon of hope in their lives.
Days pass, and the departure of Queen Amaya to Arendell emerges. Ingrid, ever supportive, stands by King Magnifico during this challenging time. The emotional strain is palpable as they bid farewell to Amaya, who embarks on her journey to console the grieving kingdom.
Ingrid and Magnifico, now united in their decision, begin the adoption process. Their interactions become more affectionate as they work together to create a loving environment for the child they hope to welcome into their lives. The castle, once echoing with loneliness, starts to resonate with the warmth of their shared commitment.
As they await news from the adoption agency, Ingrid and Magnifico find solace in each other's company. Ingrid, understanding the weight of the situation, provides emotional support to the king who, for the first time, feels the embrace of true companionship.
Finally, the long-awaited moment arrives. A message from the adoption agency informs them of a child in need of a loving home. Ingrid and Magnifico share a moment of excitement and nervousness as they prepare to welcome the newest member of their family.
The story unfolds with the promise of a new chapter in the lives of King Magnifico and Ingrid, a chapter filled with love, understanding, and the shared joy of parenthood.
Chapter 3
Certainly! As Ingrid and King Magnifico's love blossomed, so did their shared dream of creating a family. The castle, once echoing with the solemnity of royal affairs, became a backdrop for the tender moments they cherished together.
In their pursuit of parenthood, Ingrid and Magnifico embarked on a journey of hope and anticipation. They consulted with wise counselors, seeking guidance to ensure their path to having a child would be filled with love and joy. The kingdom, aware of the couple's desire, eagerly awaited the pitter-patter of little footsteps.
Amid the castle gardens, Ingrid and Magnifico planted a symbolic tree, nurturing it with care and devotion. This tree, a testament to their commitment, flourished alongside their growing affection for each other. The couple found joy in preparing spaces within the castle for their future little ones, creating a nursery filled with warmth and enchantment.
As seasons passed, their patience and love bore fruit. News reached them of the imminent arrival of a child—a precious gift that would soon grace their lives. The castle buzzed with excitement, and the royal couple, their hearts full of gratitude, eagerly prepared for the new chapter in their shared story.
The day arrived when Ingrid and Magnifico welcomed their child into the world. The castle echoed with the cries of a newborn, a symphony of joy that resonated beyond the stone walls. In those sacred moments, as they held their baby close, Ingrid and Magnifico marveled at the miracle of life they had brought into their royal home.
And so, the castle, once a symbol of authority, transformed into a sanctuary of love, where Ingrid and King Magnifico, now parents, embraced the precious journey of raising a child together.
Chapter 4
The day finally arrives when the adoption agency brings a bundle of joy into Ingrid and King Magnifico's lives. Wrapped in a soft blanket, the little one captures their hearts instantly. They exchange glances filled with awe and responsibility, ready to embark on the beautiful journey of parenthood.
Ingrid, with a gentle touch, cradles the baby in her arms, marveling at the tiny features. King Magnifico, overwhelmed with emotion, watches with a newfound sense of purpose and joy. Together, they decide to name the baby Amelia, a symbol of the beginning of their shared family adventure.
The castle, once echoing with formality, transforms into a haven of warmth and love. Ingrid and Magnifico embrace the joyous chaos of parenting, learning to change diapers, warm bottles, and soothe little cries. The once regal king discovers the simple pleasures of rocking a baby to sleep and sharing tender moments with Ingrid.
Ingrid finds fulfillment in nurturing Amelia, creating a home where love abounds. The kingdom witnesses a positive shift as the royal couple devotes their time to creating a loving environment for Amelia to thrive.
As days turn into weeks and weeks into months, the bond between Ingrid, King Magnifico, and little Amelia deepens. The once quiet castle is now filled with the laughter and coos of a happy family.
The story continues with Ingrid and King Magnifico savoring the precious moments of parenthood, cherishing the love that has blossomed within their newfound family.
Chapter 5
As the seasons turned within the castle walls, little Amelia, the cherished daughter of Ingrid and King Magnifico, embarked on a journey of growth and discovery. The once tranquil halls echoed with the patter of tiny feet and the delightful laughter of a child.
Amelia's nursery, adorned with soft colors and enchanting toys, became the backdrop for her earliest adventures. Ingrid and Magnifico, attentive parents, watched with pride as Amelia learned to crawl, then walk, exploring the world around her with wide-eyed wonder. The kingdom flourished under the gentle reign of Ingrid and Magnifico, who prioritized their roles as both rulers and devoted parents. Amelia, surrounded by the love and warmth of her family, thrived in an environment where curiosity was encouraged, and kindness was paramount.
Educational pursuits became a priority, and the royal library echoed with the shared joy of bedtime stories and lessons taught by the wisest tutors in the kingdom. Amelia's laughter resonated through the halls, a melody that became an integral part of the castle's identity. The royal gardens, once a place of quiet contemplation, transformed into a vibrant playground for Amelia. Swings, slides, and blossoming flowers became the backdrop for countless afternoons filled with joyous laughter and playful adventures.
As Amelia grew, so did her understanding of the responsibilities that came with her lineage. Ingrid and Magnifico, ever supportive, gently guided her, imparting lessons of compassion, fairness, and the true essence of royalty. The young princess, inheriting the grace of her parents, became a beloved figure within the kingdom. The castle, once defined by its grandeur, became a living testament to the power of a nurturing family. Amelia, surrounded by love, continued to grow into a kind and compassionate individual, leaving an indelible mark on the legacy of Ingrid and King Magnifico.
Chapter 6
Upon discovering Ingrid's growing family, Queen Amaya felt a surge of mixed emotions. Anger and betrayal initially clouded her thoughts, leading her to consider dismissing Ingrid, her trusted handmaiden. As she entered the room, a mix of frustration and disappointment etched across her face.
Ingrid, sensing the tension, spoke earnestly, "Your Majesty, please understand. This wish was for you." She gestured toward the children, their laughter filling the room like a melody.
Amaya, torn between her initial anger and the genuine joy radiating from the children, paused. The sight of familial warmth touched a chord within her, softening the edges of her resentment. As she observed the genuine happiness on Ingrid's face, a flicker of realization crossed her features.
"These children..." Amaya began, her voice softened by a newfound understanding.
"They are a gift, a testament to the love and happiness that can flourish within these walls," Ingrid replied, her eyes reflecting sincerity.
Amaya, though still grappling with conflicting emotions, couldn't deny the genuine happiness that enveloped the room. The children, oblivious to the tension, continued their playful antics.
As the queen's gaze lingered on the family Ingrid had created, a subtle shift occurred. Amaya's stern expression softened, and a trace of a smile played on her lips.
Ingrid, with unwavering loyalty, added, "My wish was to bring joy to your kingdom, and these children are the embodiment of that wish."
Amaya, moved by the sincerity and the unexpected joy before her, took a moment to absorb the scene. The initial anger began to yield to a deeper understanding, and perhaps, in that moment, a bridge between past and present was being built—one where Ingrid's wish, born out of love and care, started to resonate with the queen.
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Scarborough Fair: 7/?
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I was shocked to discover that I last updated this at the end of October! I still love this story, though, so I hope you all will stick with me. Writing this chapter was great therapy for me, but in addition to that, I really enjoyed writing the dynamic of this quirky and unique little family. I also rather like how this chapter ends, if I do say so myself. It’s a nice bit of levity in what has so far been a dark story. 
You might want to go back and read Mary Margaret’s journal entry from chapter 6 (the part in italics) to refresh your memory about how the curse in this story works. I know it’s been a while! 
Summary: Seventeen-year-old Emma Swan has had a charmed life, despite being a foster child. She has a wonderful family who loves her, and the best friends in the world. The only thing that mars her idyllic existence is her birth mother: a homeless woman who mutters nonsensical rhymes and claims to be Snow White. One fateful night, however, Emma’s world is shattered. Perhaps her mother’s rhymes aren’t nonsense after all.
Rated: M for date rape, dubious consent, teen pregnancy, and sexy times (the good kind!)
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Emma descended the stairs with the pregnancy test in the pocket of her jeans, one hand clutching her mother’s journal, and the other clasped firmly in Killian’s. If not for his presence beside her, she would have collapsed. 
It hadn’t taken them long to come to this decision. Their very unique family had come together through a series of crazy tragedies. Some would call them a series of coincidences; but to every family member under this roof, it felt like fate. If Emma was cursed to follow this path, she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she didn’t have to walk it alone. Elsa and Anna hadn’t been alone after their parents died in a boating accident - their Aunt had immediately taken them in, and they’d gained a third sister in the process. Killian hadn’t been alone when his father left and his mother died - a brother he had never met stepped up. Then Ingrid Arendelle and three little girls had knocked on Liam Jones’s front door with a platter of cookies to welcome him and his little boy to the neighborhood, and well - fate took over once again. 
As for Emma, what would have happened to her if Mary Margaret had never met Ingrid? This Dark One her mother wrote about in her journal couldn’t have anticipated Ingrid. Or Liam. Or Killian, Elsa, or Anna. Hiding this from them just wasn’t an option. Every time they faced difficulties, they were stronger together. 
Emma and Killian paused at the bottom of the stairs. Ingrid, Liam, and Anna were bustling about the kitchen. Anna was opening the boxes of pizza that had just been delivered, Liam was pulling paper plates from the cupboard, and Ingrid had just walked in the kitchen door after fetching sodas from the extra fridge in the garage. She kicked the door shut with one foot, her arms loaded down with soda cans. She froze, the laughter on her lips dying as she saw Emma and Killian standing there. 
“We need to have a family meeting,” Killian announced. 
All three of them looked from Killian, to Emma, then to their joined hands. Anna’s mouth opened, then snapped shut. Ingrid and Liam shared weighted glances. 
“Okay,” Ingrid agreed as she began setting the soda cans one by one on the kitchen counter. “Let’s grab our food and gather around the table.”
Killian looked at Emma and gave her an encouraging smile followed by a squeeze of his hand. Emma nodded nervously, then let go. She sat down at the kitchen table, hugging her mother’s journal to her chest. Everyone resumed dinner preparations, although their voices were softer and the laughter had floated away. Emma wasn’t hungry, but she tried to pick at the slice of pepperoni Ingrid set before her. 
“Well,” Ingrid announced, taking charge as always, “do we want to eat and then have the meeting, or talk while we eat?”
“I’d really rather get it over with,” Emma said softly.
Ingrid nodded. “Okay, then. Do we want to try and include Elsa in this?”
Emma wet her suddenly dry lips. She really just wanted to rip this off like a bandaid. “If she could, that would be nice, but I don’t want to wait.”
“Liam, see if you can get ahold of Elsa for a Zoom call.”
A series of texts were exchanged, Liam set up his laptop at Elsa’s usual seat around 
the table, and suddenly, there was her older sister, via the magic of technology. Thankfully, dinner time around Boston was lunch time in the North Sea, so Elsa was on a break from her intern responsibilities. She waved at Emma, her smile still holding that edge of concern as she asked how she was doing.
“In truth,” Emma confessed, “I’ve been better. Which is why I called a family meeting.”
“You both did, actually,” Liam clarified, giving his brother a weighted look. He glanced down to where Killian’s hand rested atop Emma’s on the table. 
Had he reached for her hand or had she reached for his? Emma wasn’t sure, but it felt right, as if it were the only way she could face this. 
Emma let out a long breath as she reached into her pocket. “There’s not really a way to ease into this conversation, so . . .”
She pulled out the pregnancy test and set it in the middle of the table. The reaction was immediate. Anna gasped, Liam made a strangled noise, and Ingrid pressed a hand to her mouth. Elsa’s confused voice came out distant and tinny from the computer screen. 
“What is that? I can’t see.”
Emma lifted the pregnancy test and held it right in front of the camera. 
“Oh . . . my,” Elsa breathed. 
“What the bloody hell have you done, Killian?” Liam suddenly burst out. 
“Me?” Killian shouted. 
“You mean you think it’s his?” Emma choked out. 
The other three female members of the family began shouting over each other in chastisement. Liam lifted both hands placatingly. 
“They come walking down here hand in hand, calling a family meeting, then she pulls out a pregnancy test? What was I supposed to think?”
Ingrid glared at her husband and smacked him in the shoulder with the back of her hand. “You’re supposed to think about Neal Cassidy and what he did to her just two months ago! Not to mention have more faith than that in your brother.”
Liam’s shoulders slumped. “Neal?” he whispered as he looked apologetically at Emma.
She nodded solemnly in reply. 
“So now we need to support Emma instead of flying off the handle,” Elsa proclaimed from across the ocean via Zoom.
Emma leaned towards the screen to address her sister. “Don’t be too hard on him. He looks pretty awful right now.”
“Well,” Ingrid announced, splaying both hands on the table, “you have options Emma. Tomorrow we can -”
Emma cut her off with a raised hand. “This is about more than an unplanned pregnancy.” She looked at Killian, pushing the slim volume with the tattered green cover towards him with her free hand. He never had let go of her other one. He squeezed her hand now and gave her a nod in understanding. 
“I found this the night of the prom in Mary Margaret’s things,” Killian explained. 
“It’s her journal,” Emma added, “and she wrote it for me.”
“Emma,” Ingrid breathed, reaching hesitantly across the table, and then drawing her hand back, “I had no idea . . .”
“I read it,” Emma continued, ignoring her foster mother, “and then I had Killian read it, and . . . well . . .”
“It explains some things,” Killian filled in for her. 
“Right. It explains things. I made Killian promise me something before he read it, and I’m going to ask you the same thing. Promise you won’t think this is crazy, or that I’m crazy.”
Any other parent would probably jump in at that point with an adamant denial that they would ever entertain such a thought. Emma’s foster parents, however, knew the gravity of what she was asking them. So did her sisters. Ingrid and Liam exchanged marital looks that spoke without words. Anna and Elsa, even through a computer screen, did their creepy sister telepathy. Then the four of them solemnly promised Emma that they would all have open minds. With that vow, Killian picked up the journal, opened it, and began to read it out loud.
He still didn’t let go of Emma’s hand. 
She refused to look at her family as he read aloud, afraid of what she might see in their expressions. There was an audible gasp from all four of them at Neal’s name, but other than that, it was eerily silent as Killian read. When he finished, he set the journal down on the table, and Emma finally raised her head. Ingrid’s brow was furrowed as if she were mentally reviewing every moment with Mary Margaret over the years. Liam stared at a point somewhere over Emma’s shoulder. Anna blinked and shook her head slightly in shock. Elsa massaged her brow with the slender fingers of both hands. The silence stretched. 
Anna, unsurprisingly, was the one who broke it. 
“That . . . actually explains a lot.”
“A curse then,” Elsa said, leaning closer to her screen, “so how do we help Emma break it?”
Liam banged both fists on the table. “I should have punched that kid when I had the chance.”
Ingrid rose, strode to the kitchen drawer, grabbed a pad of paper and a pen, then sat back down with pen poised over paper. “Repeat that riddle to me again, Killian.”
He read it again, and Ingrid scrawled furiously. Liam leaned over her shoulder. 
“I could do more research into the song,” he told everyone.
“And that art professor?” Ingrid asked, tapping the paper with the end of the pen, “What was her name? The one who did her dissertation on textiles?”
“Kate Freemont?”
“Yes, her! Maybe she could look into fabrics that would work for this first riddle.”
“How is that even possible?” Anna asked, leaning over her aunt’s list. “If you sew a shirt, doesn’t it have to have a seam? And how do you make it without a needle?”
“I can ask around here about the third riddle,” Elsa spoke up. “It seems it would be pretty hard to sow an acre on the shore before the tide comes in, but some of these scientists I’ve been working with have traveled the world. Maybe they know of a place where that would work?”
“Forget the tide,” Anna scoffed, “how do you sow an entire acre with only one kernel of corn?”
“The agriculture department!” Liam exclaimed. “I’ll ask around.”
Emma’s eyes welled up with tears as she watched her family roll up their sleeves and jump right in to solve the riddle. Not for one second did they scoff at her or turn away. Ingrid met her watery gaze, and her expression softened. She put down the pen and raised a hand to quiet the rest of the family. 
“Before we go on, there’s one solution we haven’t voiced.” She looked intently at Emma with eyes full of compassion. “The curse says that you have until your child is born to solve the riddle. If you terminate the pregnancy -”
“No!” Emma cried, placing a hand protectively to her abdomen. 
“Sweetheart,” Ingrid said gently, “you were raped. No one would fault you if -”
“I can’t,” Emma protested, shaking her head. “I can’t explain it, but my gut tells me things would be worse if I did that. I think this baby is the key to breaking this curse. If I did what you suggest, I have a feeling the madness would take me then, and my parents would be cursed forever.”
Ingrid nodded, blinking back tears. “Okay, then. Well, everyone, how do we go about finding a town that no one knows?”
Emma’s smile grew, and she felt herself relax in her chair as everyone’s voices overlapped one another. Except for Killian. He sat silently, her hand still in his, his thumb idly rubbing across her knuckles. It soothed her. 
Then he cleared his throat. “I have something I need to say.”
Everyone stopped and looked at him. 
“I’m in love with Emma.”
The words shot through the quiet room, and then Liam spoke up.
“And you all wondered why I thought the baby might be his.”
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mariaalrox-blog · 1 year
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SWANFIRE MONTH 2022
Day 17: Foster Home AU or Neverland AU
Foster Home AU
I like to imagine a happy au in which Neal and Emma was together at Ingrid's home and Ingrid never scared Emma
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themattress · 1 year
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Madame Ingrid, Elsa, Anna, and Rapunzel's aunt in my EVANESCENCE comic
Oops, I forgot Tumblr again LOL! I only posted these WIP illusts on Facebook and Twitter recently... I'm more active on those sites so if you want to see more updates just go to my FB and Twitter.
Ok, I'm working on the characters' profile for the comic book. As Ingrid will be in chapter 7 of my Elsanna comic, it's time to introduce her to my readers a bit. Of course, I took the name Ingrid from OUAT series, as well as being Elsa and Anna's aunt. In my story, Ingrid has no ice and snow power, instead, she possesses an ability to see a flash of future. It runs in her Lindberg family. Although Iduna (younger sister, Elsa and Anna's mother) and Arianna (youngest sister, Rapunzel's mother) doesn't have any special power, Rapunzel is able to read people's mind through her touch.
Apart from Elsa's cuteness, Ingrid took Elsa in her care as she saw Elsa's future. So she want Elsa to be well-equipped with knowledge and skills so that she can protect the ones precious to her. However, Ingrid's ability didn't tell her about the misfortune of the Arendelle family so she couldn't save Elsa and Anna's parents.
More info of Ingrid and other characters will be in EVAN vol.2 book. Those who supports me on FANBOX and those who pre-ordered my books will get this set of illusts in PDF.
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ambroselaveau90 · 7 months
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⛥THE WICKED ONES⛥
Caleb Mclaughlin|Matthias Lestrange
•The Son Of The Odd Sisters,Wicked Wizard Of The West & Chernabog.
•Descendant Of Zhan Tiri(The Ancient Sorceress) & Vor(The First Dark Witch)
•Younger brother to Circe Lestrange,The Enchantress.
•Nephew to Gothel Lestrange and cousin to her children.Even though his mother's were adopted into a royal family,he is still the Cousin to Ravenna and Genevieve Von-Ballenstedt.
•Due to Circe Basillea being the adopted sister of the Odd Sisters,he's her adopted nephew.
•Grandson Of Elphaba Thropp(The Wicked Witch Of The West) and Grandnephew Of Nessarose Thropp(The Wicked Witch Of The East)
•Half-Witch/Half-Demon
•Heir To The Deadwood Forest,Leader Of The Wicked Ones & Queens Of Darkness
•Fairy Tales:Snow White,Beauty & Beast,Little Mermaid,Sleeping Beauty,Tangled,Cinderella & Peter Pan,Heracules,The Wizard Of Oz,Wicked and Fantasia,Rumplestilkin.
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George Sears|Aleister Olympios 
•The Son Of Hades Olympios
•Grandson Of Cronus(The Greek God Of Time)and Rhea(The Titaness of Motherhood)
•Nephew To The Olympians & Cousin to their children,like Heracules.
•Half-Human/Half-God
•The Prince Of The Underworld,Member Of The Wicked Ones(Second In Command)
•Myth:Heracules,Greek Mythology
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Lovie Simonie|Mariana Tritonis
•The Daughter Of Morgana Tritonis
•Granddaughter of Poseidon(The Greek God Of The Sea) and Nerissa(The Sea Sorceress)
•Half Cecaelia/Half-God
•Member Of The Wicked Ones(Chemist) and Member Of The Queens Of Darkness
•Fairy Tales:The Little Mermaid
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Edvin Ryding as Helge Oldenburg
•The Son Of Ingrid Oldenburg(The Snow Queen)and Hans Of The Southern Isles
•Cousin to Elsa & Anna Oldenburg and the Stabbington Brothers.
•Witch
•The True Heir Of Arendelle,Member Of The Wicked Ones(Diplomat)Member Of The Queens Of Darkness
•Fairy Tales;The Snow Queen,Frozen
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Olivia Liang as Alyssa Tremaine
•The Daughter Of Anastasia Tremaine and The Baker
•Step-Niece to Cinderella.Niece to Druzilla Tremaine.Granddaughter to Lady Tremaine
•Human
•Member Of The Wicked Ones(Assassin)
•Fairy Tale:Cinderella
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Zoey Luna as Scarlett Hearts
•The Daughter Of The Queen & King Of Hearts
•Niece to The Queen & King Of Diamonds
•Older Sister to her other siblings such as
•Human(Underlandian)
•Member Of The Wicked Ones(Enforcer)
•Fairy Tale:Alice & Wonderland,Alice Through The Looking Glass
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Lance Lim as Zixuan Yu[I Couldn't find any gifs of Lance Lim]
•The Son Of Shan Yu and Kyoshu
•Nephew to Böri Khan
•Human(Marred By Ancestral Magic)
•Member Of The Wicked Ones(General)
•Fairy Tale:Mulan
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