Frozen Over [Elsa]

Summer evening breeze is blue Drawing voices deep from you

Lead by a beating heart, What a year and what a night, What terrifying

It was just Gold’s luck that when he decided to try to escape from the world, something were to happen that would turn the retreat into more work. And it just so happened that the urn he had spotted when he first entered decided that it would be the catalyst for more work, more contingencies in his plan. Not to be confused with the fact he didn’t like plotting and scheming, but it was nice to just relax sometimes. When they were in the Enchanted Forest, he would spin. Maybe he should take up the art again, since his Gold persona didn’t have any reason to spin, not even noticing the passing of time, therefore with little stress to build up.

At first he was distracted by his thoughts, his planning to get back at Regina for what she had done to him (because no one wronged him and got away with it), and thus did not notice the freezing over the urn. Maybe he could just kill her, or when the curse was broken he could do what she did to Belle, only ten times worse. Oh yes. That sadistic little part in his head was slowly taking over, enjoying the thought of getting back at Regina. If he wasn’t careful it would take over and he would revert back to the regular insane Rumplestiltskin he was before the curse, and while he didn’t mind that, the Gold persona did mind that, because then he’d be the one itching in the back of his head. But his bubbling anger was releasing a little bit of crazy, seeping through and poisoning his mind once more. If Belle were here, she’d probably be able to control it, but Gold had little control when it came to this.

The rattling snapped him out of his thoughts and his eyes trailed up to the urn, frozen over, and rattling, inching over the mantle. His speed was impeded by the fact his leg was bad, though he tried to dive to catch the thing, so it didn’t break and release whatever magic was inside. For a split second there was a hope that perhaps he could get his magic back from whatever was inside and he could study it to learn more about it. However, Gold fell to the ground, the urn shattering on the floor. Gold scrambled to his feet, quickly grabbing at his cane to help with support.

What came out surprised him, though he didn’t know who she was. He grinned, though he was still working on making a contingency to his plan for this happening. “Welcome to Storybrooke.”

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Summer evening breeze is blue Drawing voices deep from you

Lead by a beating heart, What a year and what a night, What terrifying

He studied the young girl, trying to soak in every detail and match her appearance to knowledge that he had. Remembered the urn, and how it came into his possession, and how it was in the Dark Vault. A great and terrible power she must have to break out of the urn, especially with the lack of magic in this world. And of course, he didn’t know what the urn had contained, it having been contained in his Dark Vault, where the things that even he could not predict or control were held.

She asked her questions and Gold remained completely calm. Arendelle. He knew the land. He’d used a young girl from that land, a red haired girl, to try to obtain the sorcerer’s hat at one point. That didn’t end well. Turned out he had underestimated the young girl, and he wasn’t going to do the same with this young woman either. He’d learned his lesson the first time around, and he wasn’t planning on doing it again.

“You’re not in Arendelle anymore, dearie.” Gold took a step towards her, grinning, trying to hide the confusion running through his mind, like how she got out of the urn despite there not being magic in this world. Then again, magical objects sometimes still held magic within them. And the urn had to be powerful enough to contain her, so it wasn’t surprising it had retained some of its magical properties, one of which must have freed her, something from within the urn that she’d been coexisting with, perhaps? “You’re in a town called Storybrooke. In a land called Maine. “ He could understand her confusion, as he probably would have been confused as well if he just suddenly showed up in a new land, no memory of anything else. “There’s no way back, not now, at least, dearie.”

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Summer evening breeze is blue Drawing voices deep from you

Lead by a beating heart, What a year and what a night, What terrifying

That little sadistic itch in his head was laughing at how confused she was, a pitch little giggle in the back of his head that he kept at bay. However, the rational side of his mind was very… concerned. This girl would be a nuisance going forward while trying to keep Regina in the dark. She didn’t know what was going on, and he couldn’t have her just walking around dressed like that and pretend that no one would notice, and just keep his hands out of it. And so, Gold made probably what would turn out to be one of the worst choices he made in this cursed life. He was going to have to take care of her to keep his cover unblown.

“It’s probably because there is no magic here, dearie. The magic that keeps you warm.” And like the gentlemen he was, he pulled off a blanket from the small couch in the room and handed it to her. Normally he wouldn’t care, but Belle was back in his life and he was trying to be a good person, for her. “That’s a very good question, dearie. I believe you were trapped within this urn.” He indicated the remains. “Therefore you traveled over to this world when the curse hit with your memories intact.” The urn contained ancient magic that even he didn’t know how to control or even what it was. The Dark One wasn’t necessarily the most powerful being ever, just pretty close, and, at least he thought, one of the most powerful beings in the last three hundred years at least, thanks to him possessing the dagger and thus having free will.

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Summer evening breeze is blue Drawing voices deep from you

Lead by a beating heart, What a year and what a night, What terrifying

Gold chuckled when she said she was about to be crowned queen of Arendelle. He remembered her sister, Anna, who talked about her ice magic sister, who was the queen at that point. Something must have erased her memories just a couple of years off, nothing too much. But her memories were slightly taken away. Instead of dwelling on why that was, he simply accepted it as fact, and the reason was meaningless.

A little part of him inside of him almost felt bad for her. If it were for the memories that were Adam Gold, he would be just as lost. That little part of him that actually really did care about other people and what they went through, knowing and able to sympathize with the fact that her magic was gone. But it was just a little part inside of him that the louder part told to shut up and it backed off.

“I’m sorry dearie, that was nearly thirty years ago,” Gold informed her, “We were frozen in a time loop for twenty-eight years in this land. I’m sure that your people have moved on.” Not that he wanted to be mean, though he took enjoyment in it, but as far as he knew, it was true. He didn’t know about Arendelle being frozen in time itself. Nor did he know about Anna and Kristoff both here in town.

“Now? Now you’re just going to have to adjust. Wait until this curse is broken, and perhaps, then, dearie, there might be a way back home.”

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Summer evening breeze is blue Drawing voices deep from you

Lead by a beating heart, What a year and what a night, What terrifying

Gold was very confused when Elsa seemed to recognize him. He was many things, but a gatekeeper wasn’t one of them. Well, as far as he knew. After all, there could be a story out there about him being some sort of gatekeeper that he didn’t know about. But obviously it scared her that he could be this person. And while he enjoyed scaring people, he needed her calm in order to deal with her.

He ran a hand down his face and sighed. He really had bitten off more than he could chew this time around, and he was unable to just spit it back out. Regina would find that quite suspicious if he just let her go. Especially since she might be loose lipped about… ah, knowing where they were from. And she knew that he knew where they were from, because like an idiot, he let her know, as he was trying to calm her down.

He held his free hand up as if being arrested, and the other hand held firmly onto his cane, seeing as he needed it for support in order to even stand. “I am many things, but not that, dearie. My name is Mr. Gold. I run a shop in town.” Alright, in order to deal with this situation he was going to have to be nice. Now, what would Belle do in a situation like this?

He kneeled down next her so they were eye level, and he locked eyes with her. “It’s going to be alright. We’ll find you a way home. You just need to breath. I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.” That was the sort of thing Belle would say. Maybe it would work. He wasn’t used to being nice like this. But it usually worked for Belle, at least.

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Summer evening breeze is blue Drawing voices deep from you

Lead by a beating heart, What a year and what a night, What terrifying

Gold was already regretting trying to be nice. It ended up in her hurting her head. Maybe he wasn’t cut out for the being nice thing. That was Belle’s job. He should just stick to what he knew. Being a hard, evil being who didn’t care about others, who only offered help in exchange for a deal; that’s who he was good at being. There wasn’t any point in pretending to be someone he wasn’t. So he wasn’t going to pretend any more. He stood back up and took a couple steps back.

“You’ll stay here, dearie. And when I stay, I mean you’ll stay here all the time. In town you’ll stick out like a sore thumb. It’d be safer if you stay here. If someone comes here, hide. If it’s me, stay out of my way, and we’ll be fine. I don’t come here often anyways.”

Gold took a seat back on the chair he’d been sitting in originally, picking up his glass of wine. He was gonna need it if he was going to get through this situation with this ‘princess’. “Don’t mention it. And I really mean, don’t mention it. Ever.” Can’t be getting out that he was being a nice guy.

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