This is my first shot at writing an OUAT fanfic. I am in love with the series, its absolutely great! I hope you like my story, but please don't sue me, I don't own anything and I'm v v poor!

Emma awoke with a start. She was cold, so cold, and acutely aware that she wasn't in the loft anymore. A large canopy hung over Emma. The room was dimly lit, but she could see the baby blues and pinks that the room was decorated in, reminding her of the nursery she had been told that she was supposed to be raised in by her Mother.

There was a small shuffle to the right and Emma sat bolt upright. Looking around the room, she could see a figure curled up in a ball on the bed next to her, and next to that was another bed. She could hear sniffling almost crying, and looking out the triangular window in front of her Emma knew she was not in Storybrooke anymore.

"Emma?" The girl on the bed turned to her. "Are you awake?! I can't remember!"

Emma's memories flooded back as Elsa climbed into Emma's bed with her. Elsa's emotions had wound her up so much that little snowflakes had started to circle violently around her, and the ends of her hair were reduced to icicles.

"Yes," Emma said, her teeth chattering. "I'm awake." Elsa's tears were solidifying as they fell down her cheeks, falling heavily onto the blue bedspread that they tried to warm up under. Emma removed her hand from beneath the blanket and focussed on lighting the fire next to her bed. When it lit she rose thankfully and rushed to it's side, drinking in it's warmth.

Emma didn't realise that Elsa hadn't joined her. When she turned back around, Elsa was standing on the windowseat, her arms outstretched as if she was just about to shoot someone with her icy powers.

"Elsa!" Emma shouted. "What are you doing?"

"We're back!" Elsa screamed, the snow flurries around her picking up with reckless abandon.

"Where?" Emma looked around the frozen room, the ice playing tricks on her eyes as it reflected in the fire light. Emma shivered, reflexively holding herself together.

Elsa shook her head, mouthing the word no over and over again.

"Arendelle." She whispered "Ingrid did it." Elsa looked helplessly at the yellow ribbon around her wrist and pointed to Emma's. "She won."