AN: I just love these two too much.

Frozen Emerald

Her hair is white like snow.

That is the first thing that catches my eye. We stand there, just a few meters away from each other, complete silence filling the air.

I'm not even sure where we are. The Gale Force tried to capture me once again so I just flew. I don't know how long but eventually it got dark and I had to land somewhere. To my surprise, the land was covered in snow. Then, from somewhere, she appeared.

Her platinum blond hair shimmers in the moonlight and her dress looks like it is made of ice and snow. Maybe it is. I don't know. The cold doesn't seem to bother her.

I stare at her and she stares at me, both of us still silent. She takes in my looks the same way I just did hers. My raven colored hair flows down my back and I hold my broom in my hand. I wear my usual ebony dress and a cloak since the nights are getting colder every day and the cold does bother me. When she finally looks at my face - at my green skin - she doesn't even blink. For a moment I'm surprised. I really assumed her to freak out like all the other Ozians do when they see even a sight of green somewhere.

But she doesn't. She just stands there watching me.

"Who are you?" she finally asks her voice barely above a whisper.

I open my mouth to answer but then I close it again. This woman in front of me clearly doesn't know who I am. She can't be from Oz. There everyone knows me and wants me dead.

"Elphaba," I answer. Oz, it feels so odd to use that name. No-one has called me Elphaba after I became the Wicked Witch of the West.

I raise my eyebrow as a look at her. She's quiet for a while before she understands that I'm asking her the same question.

"I'm Elsa," she smiles at me. Her smile, however, fades when she quietly adds, "The Queen of Arendelle."

I realize that something terrible must have happened to her. Otherwise she wouldn't be standing here with me in the middle of a night.

We are quiet again. She avoids looking at me and I think I see tears in her eyes. Something inside of me wants to comfort her and tell her that everything will be okay but I know I can't lie to her. During these couple of years I've learned that some things just won't be okay again no matter how hard we try to change them.

"How about you?" Elsa suddenly asks and takes a few steps forward.

"Me?"

"Yes, I would like to know why you are carrying that broom with you," she points at it with a questioning expression on her face.

I look at her in the eyes and somehow I trust her. "I'm the Wicked Witch of the West," I tell her.

She doesn't run away or even scream. The Queen just stares at me her eyes wide. "Wicked Witch?" she echoes not believing her ears.

"That's what they say," I mutter and shrug my shoulders. "I should probably go," I say and turn around.

"No, wait!" Elsa exclaims and grabs my hand. Bright magic cracks when our hands touch and we both pull away instantly.

I stare at my hand in shock. "What in Oz…" I mutter. I look up and see her staring at her own hand as well.

At that moment I know that I want to know her better. It's not just the right time here in the middle of a forest. I mount my broom and prepare to take off. She watches me and asks, "Will I ever see you again?"

"Maybe," I say. "Just look to the western sky."