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Since her arrival in Storybrooke, Elsa never dreamed that she would find someone that she connected with enough to fall in love.
Truthfully, the way she’d been isolated most of her life with her powers, she never believed that she’d be able to get close to anyone without fearing how she might hurt them, someday. If she could hurt her sister, who’s to say a lover would fare any better?
But then, she gained control of her powers.
And found herself in a strange new land. A new land that even months after reuniting with her sister and discovering that she could never leave, she’s only just now growing accustomed to.
One thing she has grown accustomed to … is Emma.
Her feelings for Emma hadn’t come as much of a surprise to her, though did seem to be a surprise to Emma. Luckily, having the support of her parents and her son helped her accept her feelings, and their first date had been at a grand ball Snow had thrown.
It seems crazy that she could’ve fallen in love in one night, one date, one ball, but she had.
She’s certain Emma did, too.
Now, only a couple months later, Elsa is ready to propose.
She’s just not sure what the custom is here. Did she petition to join their Royal family? Did she ask for permission? Did she just ask Emma? Should she wait for Emma to ask?
“What do you think I should do?” she asks Anna after she stops jumping up and down excitedly over the engagement ring in her hand.
“Doesn’t Emma tease about how being a princess with the royalty rules goes entirely against the steps in feminism over the years?” Anna offers. “She may not like you asking for permission, but… she could probably understand asking for a blessing.”
“Snow and David would probably prefer at least that, Snow did grow up like we did,” Elsa agrees. “I think that’s what I’ll do. Ask for their blessing, first.”
Anna smiles and hugs her. “I’m happy for you, it’s good to see you so happy after so long.”
“Thanks, sis.”
***
Elsa is a bit nervous as she sits in the loft’s kitchen with Snow and David. She had made a point to make sure that Emma would be out with Henry, today, before she stopped by.
“So, Elsa, what brings you by?” Snow asks, after they’ve caught up on various things since she saw them last. Emma still lives here, but the place she’d gotten with Anna and Kristoff had more space, so Emma (and Henry) usually visited their place, so she hasn’t seen Snow and David much as of late.
“Well, I, um, I wasn’t sure what the custom would be in this situation. This world is quite different to my land or even Misthaven, but I thought I could …” she nervously pulls out the ring, “… ask for your blessing.”
Snow squeals nearly waking up Emma’s brother, covering her mouth in excitement. David is grinning from ear to ear as he moves around the island to envelope her in a hug.
“Of course you have our blessing,” David says, brightly. “We know how happy you make Emma.”
She looks from him to Snow, who is nodding. “Absolutely. We’re so happy for you both.”
She moves around the island herself to hug Elsa as well.
“Thank you,” she says once they let go. She looks happily between them. “Thank you, both. I – I wasn’t sure if Emma would like the idea of permission, so I chose blessing instead.”
David smiles. “She’ll appreciate that.”
“She’ll recognize the traditions and yet, still appreciate trying to allow for the world she grew up in,” Snow adds.
“That’s exactly what I was hoping for.”
“Good.”
***
Emma’s all dressed up for once, well, in a nice summery dress.
She knows that Elsa is up to something.
She’s not quite sure what it is, but when Snow had begged her to come with her for a day of pampering, which included getting her nails done, and had sent her off on what she assumed was a regular date with a knowing grin and a can’t wait to hear all about it, she knew something was up.
Still, as she walks hand-in-hand down the beach with Elsa, her right hand carries her sandals. She’s listening to Elsa chatter on about the romance of a walk along the beach as the sun begins to set.
“The sunset is beautiful, isn’t it?” Emma questions, as she stops. She’s distracted by the beauty for just a moment.
“Not as beautiful as you,” Elsa says and as Emma turns to her to comment on the cheesiness, she can’t help freezing.
Elsa, a beauty in a complimentary blue dress, is down on one knee. A beautiful ring in the hand not holding Emma’s hand.
“Emma, words cannot describe the amazing feeling I have felt since I met you. I never believed that I would ever meet someone that I would want to share my life with and then, I met you. I love you; will you marry me?”
“Yes, yes, absolutely, yes,” Emma shouts, excitedly. She pulls her to her feet and throws her arms around her neck kissing her soundly.
She takes her time, kissing her, letting their lip gloss mix together into a new flavor that tastes just as good as their original flavors until they need to breathe.
She leans her forehead against Elsa’s as Elsa gleefully slides the ring on her finger.
“Oh, good, I was hoping you’d say yes.”
She’s half-teasing and Emma can’t resist teasing back, “You thought I wouldn’t?”
“We haven’t been together long, so I thought…” Elsa trails off, but Emma gets it.
“Snow always says when you know, you know. I think there was a part of me that’s known since we met. Just took a bit to realize.”
“Me too,” Elsa admits. “But … we have the rest of our lives together and it doesn’t matter how long it took to get here, as long as we leave here together.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Good.”