OUAT: Frozen

The Hunt

The platinum blonde stepped out of the wooden barn, an ice trail forming behind the the cape of the blue gown as she walked toward the woods. She couldn't recall anything... her last memory was of her and her sister, and then just a fog. The moment she saw the urn, she instinctively destroyed it... only knowing that it was a prison she did not wish to return to, and with it destroyed she never will.

A breeze sent a shiver up her spine as she reached a strangely paved road; not from the cold, though. It was from the unknown; not knowing where she was, or what was out there. Quietly, she hummed a tune in her head to help soothe her nerves. A strange sound soon filling her ears as bright lights blinded her. Instinctively, she flinched, her powers forming an ice barrier all around the strange cart.

Fearing what else lay ahead for her, she opted for the woods, hoping it would keep her safer as she tried to figure out what she would do. Her feet soon began aching, and she sat under a tree, making a nice soft bed of snow for herself. "It'll have to do," she whispered, pulling the ends of her train around her as she settled herself in for a dreamless sleep.

***

"Hans!" A blonde haired boy called out, throwing something to the golden-red haired hunter. Hans quickly caught the canteen that was thrown to him, rolling his eyes as Franz called out to him. "Fill it up!"

The young hunter groaned, walking to the nearest stream that he knew was nearby. Ever since they had awoken in this dreadful town called Storybrooke, his brothers had done nothing but ridicule him and force him to do labor, blaming him for their misfortunes. He stopped when he saw a trail of half-melted ice in the dim morning light. There were two sorceresses in this town that he knew of: the Sheriff and the one who called herself Regina, the Evil Queen. Neither one, he knew of, had the power to manipulate ice; but there was someone who came to mind immediately. "Finally have caught up with our misfortunes?" Hans muttered under his breath as he turned to head back toward his brothers. "Fill the canteen up yourself," he told Franz as he grabbed his rifle, checking it to make sure the bullets were inside. "I'm going hunting."

"There isn't any game out," Jurgen called from where he sat under the tree.

"I never said I was hunting for game," Hans called over his shoulder as he broke into a sprint. He was not going to let her escape him again. "An old score needs to be settled."

***

"Elsa..." a familiar voice called out to the blonde woman. "Elsa... help me..."

"Anna?!" Elsa called out into the darkness. "Anna, where are you?"

"Elsa..."

A cold chilling laughter soon filled the air around her, smothering Anna's frightened voice. Her breath coming in rapidly, Elsa obeyed the overwhelming instinct to run. However, she soon felt herself falling not long after she had started.

"Elsa!"

Elsa gasped as she bolted upright from her dream. Eyes fuzzy for a moment, she soon realized that she was in the forest; memories of awakening in a barn and nearly getting run over by some sort of horseless carriage came forth. She slowly rubbed her eyes to get herself out of the haze and calmed her breathing. After several moments, she stood up, thawing out and evaporating the snow with a single thought and continued on her trek.

Bang! The sound of what seemed to be a cannon sounded from behind her; pain surging through her shoulder as tiny balls of Fire pierced her skin and muscle. For a brief moment, she was stunned; but a cry of pain soon erupted from her throat as she leaned against a tree. Her hand pressed against the blood that seeped from the wounds as her breathing sped up.

"You should learn to have more control over your powers," a familiar male voice called out from behind her. She heard the heavy footsteps come closer to her; her breathing coming in ragged breaths now as she tried to figure out what to do. Hot metal was pressed against her dress and she looked up to see Hans with his hand on the trigger of his weapon. "Queen Elsa."

Thinking fast, she removed her hand from her shoulder and shot an icicle from her hand, impaling the prince in the thigh. She quickly stomped and the ground, creating a small trail of ice that she used to swiftly glide away on. When she thought she was a safe enough distance away, she looked around for a makeshift shelter.

A small den caught her attention, and she reluctantly made her way to it. The adrenaline was fading from her veins, and her wounds were starting to burn and ache with every step and breath she took. Sitting down, she took a deep breath, placing her hand over her shoulder to try and cool down the wound, while also freezing the blood flow.

***

"Swan!" A male voice called behind the blonde and the brunette. Emma Swan turned to see Killian Hook running up behind herself and her mom. "Mausoleum's all clear, Regina doesn't seem to be hiding out there."

"Thanks," Emma replied, turning her back toward Killian as she struggled to come up with something more to say. The Pirate though, seemed to be picking up on her uneasiness, though.

"Swan, are you avoiding me?" Hook asked, stepping closer to the blonde.

"Give is a minute," Emma requested. Mary Margaret nodded and stopped the stroller to the Let the two pass. Once they were around the corner, she turned began speaking. "I'm not avoiding you... I'm just dealing with...stuff... there's a crisis going on right now."

As she spoke, Hook walked around and looked at her face. "There is always a crisis. Perhaps you should consider living your life during them, otherwise you might miss it."

Emma opened her mouth to speak, but was immediately cut off as she heard the familiar voice of Leroy. "WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!" The dwarf screamed.

Killian closed his eyes briefly— as if he were groaning inwardly— and the blonde immediately turned toward the two dwarves that were racing toward them. "Okay, Leroy, what is it?"

"We were driving home and something blasted me with magic," he began, his eyes wide with a bit of fear as he gave a description. "The whole van is iced over. We woke up in a meat locker; who's got that kind of magic?"

Before anyone could reply, an Ambulance screamed past them. Emma couldn't remember the last time the ambulance was actually used in this town. "I don't know," she said as her phone began to ring. It was the Sheriff's office, probably wanting to tell her to meet whoever was injured in the accident. "But whoever it was may have struck again."