Frozen Hearts Ch. 3: Wake Up, ReginaCrying, Emma's tears fell forming tear drops of ice. Almost as if her sorrow was being formed into diamonds. Brushing a lock of hair behind Regina's ear she sniffled and tried to form some sort of thought, some sort of plan. Anything to help Regina now, but the only thing that came to mind was the word, failure.
“Really now, Emma Swan, are you going to give up right now? Then you really will be a failure, if you could somehow convince Regina in her last moments to love herself then surely you can think the same of yourself. You can still save her, you know how, it's there inside of you, the answer.”
Elsa and Anna appeared in a flurry of white and there Emma saw Regina's heart with just barely a faint glow.
“Who are you!? And what are you doing with Regina's heart!”
Emma held Regina closer to her chest, even then still trying to protect her.
“I am not you're enemy, Emma. In fact if Regina were awake right now I'm sure she'd tell you all about me. You could
Frozen Hearts Ch. 2: Fight This, Regina
Unable to use her magic to turn the power back on Regina sat huddled under a blanket shivering as Emma paced back and forth despite the decreasing temperatures.
“How's your hand?”
“Huh? Oh, my hand is fine. How can you be worrying about my hand at a time like this?”
Emma crossed the room and knelt down in front of Regina, lifting her chin with a finger to inspect the clearly freezing evil queen. Noticing the blue tinge to Regina's lips, feeling brave, she ran her thumb over her lower lip.
“I'm fine,” pulling her head away from the warmth of Emma's touch she noticed the dying fire and extended her hand to omit a fireball.
Relighting the fire as she was now took a lot out of her as her magic was trying its best to keep her body from freezing quicker.
“No you're not, Regina, we can't get out of here and your true love is out there and not here to save you! You're going to die and there's nothing I can do about it! Henry, this is going to break his
Frozen Hearts Ch. 1: Come Home, Regina
The quietness of the beautiful yet deadly new found snow in the middle of summer nonetheless fell down and blanketed the secret town of Storybrooke Maine. Regina had taken some alone time and made herself a cabin in the woods. Her form of trying to cope with her broken heart instead of resorting to evil. She'd worked so hard to fight her evil tendencies and she figured some time alone away from the happy idiots of Storybrooke would do her some good with getting over Robin. She knows Emma meant well, she saved a life from her past self, it wasn't her fault. But oh how she wanted to blame her.
Sitting wrapped in a blanket in front of a roaring fire, lit by her own magic, the former evil queen nurses a glass of red wine. Flinching at the sound of a knock on the door, she knows who it is, it's the way the savior can knock so gently and make it sound like she's got so much force behind it. Gentle but strong. She shuts her eyes tight and wraps the blanket tighter around herself. Maybe if she