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<div class="iapb"> The twigs cracked under Ingrid's bare feet as she shifted her weight. She tied her white-blonde hair behind her, looking with purpose to the tree stump beneath her. She refused the urge to turn around, to look at who might be watching. No one was, or should be...not out here, not out in the middle of nowhere. She was fine. She was alone. Ingrid took a few deep breaths, closing her eyes for a moment. Her palms tingled - not with electricity, but with the familiar chill breath of an icy breeze. The very air around her felt colder, yet she didn't shiver. She never had. <br><br>

It was right - it was allowed! She wasn't doing anything bad to anyone, wasn't trying to hurt anyone or use her powers for bad reasons. This was nothing like what she'd done before, or tried to do before with the Spell of Shattered Sight. This wasn't good magic or bad magic - just magic, what she'd always had and always would. A thousand justifications for what she was doing came to the mind of the Snow Queen, clamouring to be heard and voiced as if to an invisible jury. Maybe if she just argued with herself for long enough she could give grounds for what she wanted to do. But she was fine - this was fine. She could do this! <br><br>

Yet for a moment it wasn't just her magic that was frozen. <br><br>

She opened her eyes and extended her palms - slowly, as if the slightest moment could startle what she planned to do, could scare away the possibility before she'd had the slightest chance to act upon it. "Gently, gently," she muttered under her breath. Ingrid could take it easy. It was her first time trying magic since she was back, since she'd seen Elsa. She knew how to do it - she knew she did. She could, couldn't she? She had spent her life with her ice magic. She'd be fine. Of course she would be. Nothing bad was going to happen, not with what she wanted to do. <br><br>

If she slipped up once - she stiffened. No. That wasn't the way to think about it.<br><br>

With a wave of her hand she summoned the magic and faced her fear. <br><br>

The flat base of the tree stump was suddenly covered with a foundation of what looked like snow, but then slicked over into shiny ice. It sparkled under the sunlight, off the sun's rays through the trees. And then, at her prompting, small mounds appeared - tiny columns, raising out of the ice foundation and towards rapidly forming roofs. Walls grew around them, tiny plates of ice, intricately carved and designed with little windows. And then the second story, and then the third, and battlements and turrets and towers, and Ingrid's eyes were bright with the glitter of ice and snow - <br><br>

- And then her hand slipped. The magic faltered, a column near the base breaking off with a cold hard snap. "No no no!" Ingrid's eyes widened in alarm. The Ice Queen tried to summon another column but the tiny structure was already wavering, the walls creasing and folding with the pressure. She stepped forward, rushed to the little castle's side, but it was too late. Before her eyes it began to collapse, little rooms and buildings and walls folding like so many cards. Finally it sagged and slumped sickly to one side, a mould of already melting snow and ice. <br><br>

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<div class="iapb"> "It'll all be fine. Just take deep breaths and let your personality shine." <br><br>

Queen Sonja's words seemed intangible, untouchable as Ingrid breathed in and out. "It'll be fine," she said again, and the princess nodded. It was the same voice she had heard countless times when addressing the country, when addressing the nation in times of trouble...and it was the voice of her mother. But was it to reassure Ingrid, she wondered, or to reassure herself? <br><br>

Down the dais was the King, her father, and her other sisters. They were talking to King Harald now, giggling about something they were murmuring amongst themselves. Gerda caught Ingrid's eye and smiled, and Ingrid nodded back. She couldn't smile, only let her eyes follow them with a lingering gaze. She was the heir, and for the first time she had been met by something only an heir could do: greeting fellow monarchs Prince Henry and Princess Cora, from Misthaven. Their visit to Arendelle had been planned for months. New trade routes, new links between kingdoms; even Ingrid was beginning to pick up on the words whispered through the corridors. It was unavoidable, and months of hiding herself away hadn't stopped the event, and her own involvement, being arranged. She was heir to the throne; she had to meet the allies of her kingdom. There was no avoiding it. <br><br>

And she was terrified. <br><br>

Ingrid shifted her weight in her new shoes, which cut into her feet and made her feel uncomfortably warm. "You look beautiful." Ingrid turned to her mother again - it was as if Sonja had sensed her daughter's discomfort. Please no. But Sonja showed no sign of the terrible truth. Ingrid glanced around at the guards around them, at their family a little way away. They were only a few paces away but they felt so out of reach - her sisters, the ones who kept her grounded. "Do I have to be in....this?" She looked down at the icy dress - all white lace with a ruff around her head, and dangling by her neckline a single snowflake. <br><br>

Even looking at it made her skin crawl and as she glanced to her mother's smile she had to bite back a grimace and smile back, if faintly. "Why?" her mother questioned. She indicated the beautiful cut of the dress, its details, with a wave of her hand. Even her hand motions were queenly, Ingrid thought with a cringe of pain. "It looks lovely on you, I just wish you didn't wear those gloves." Ingrid looked up, wide eyed. "Oh no," she faltered. "I have to keep them on. I'm, I'm very - "<br><br>

Suddenly there was a fanfare of trumpets. She started at the shrill noise, digging her nails into her palms. Queen Sonja Outside the clattering of horses had ceased, the rattling of the carriage wheels halting to a stop. With a deep groan of hinges the great doors at the end of the hall opened to reveal footmen and servants - and the royals from Misthaven. Ingrid's eyes widened. So this was Cora. King Harald received them first, and made a speech about union between kingdoms - and then, all too quickly, she was being introduced to Cora. "This is Princess Ingrid, your majesty." Ingrid stepped forward, extending her gloved hand to shake. She had gone a pasty pale. What had her mother said? What were the words she had to use? "It's an - an honour to recept - receive you, your majesty," she stuttered, trying to smile politely. <br><br>

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<div class="mhpb"> Ingrid slumped over the counter, exhaling softly. Maybe it was the muggy weather they'd had lately, but there weren't many customers this afternoon. She was working a solo shift, and the ice cream parlour was completely and utterly devoid of customers - and had been all afternoon. And God, was it boring. No one coming in, no one coming out. Every so often she'd hear voices and see people outside of the window, only for them to head to another store or pass on their way entirely, leaving her alone with the radio for company and a pile of dashed hopes. <br><br>

"And we've got a feature today about what to do if you're missing home and how you can feel at home in our pretty little town..."<br><br>

It wasn't just the weather, though, Ingrid reflected as the radio burbled on. It had to be the zombies too. Things had moved on since she had last been in Storybrooke - a new threat to face. And that kind of threat hanging overhead did very little for business, and even less for something as fun and as frivolous as ice cream. Some inner part of the Ice Queen winced. She wanted to know if Elsa and Emma - and Anna, for that matter - were alright, what they were doing...but it felt wrong to interfere with their lives, to try to act like their big sister and protect them from all harm. She'd already tried to do that once, and they all knew how that ended. She had to let them get on with their lives. <br><br>

So she was resigned to a boring afternoon, where all her customers had been chased away by some supernatural force or another. Hm. Her eyes grazed over the tanks of ice creams. Ingrid would have had some, if she had been off duty. She might not have had any during her youth but during her time in the Land Without Magic she had developed a taste for it - the cool soft runny feeling of it going down your throat, the many flavours it came in. She couldn't believe it the first time she had it, that something could kept so cool without magic. The affinity of the food with her own power just added to why she liked it, and now she was back from the dead her taste buds seemed more vibrant and more sensitive than ever before. She could have a tiny little scoop...<br><br>

"We're also talking about cars! Road safety is vitally important..."<br><br>

She was almost tempted but when the doorbell went Ingrid looked up, guiltily starting. "Oh - hi," she said, going to turn the radio down a little before launching into the usual pitch. "Which flavour and how many scoops?" The customer seemed different than some of her other customers. Maybe as something of a villain herself she was good at identifying those who shared the same...slant. Something about him...even so, she was still smiling pleasantly as she went to get a fresh scooper out. <br><br>

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<div class="iapb"> The rocky cove was a tiny, secluded part of the coast. The sun glittered across the waters. Ingrid tucked her legs under herself. Reaching by her side, her fingers found a rough pebble. She pulled her arm back and hurled the stone into the water, letting it plop dully into the deep. <br><br>

Gerda and Helga were off in their dancing lesson. They’d been getting ready this morning. She’d helped Gerda with her shoes and debated Helga on what dress to wear - the blue or the pink. They’d decided on the pink, to contrast against Gerda. And then, all too quickly, they were ready and off they’d gone, talking about what they were going to practise for the next ball and which young son of a duke or a lord they were going to practise with. Ingrid could hear their laughter and bubbly chatter long after they disappeared around a corner, towards the hall at the heart of the castle, but she’d stayed where she was, watching out from the threshold of their shared bedroom like a mother waiting for her children to come home. In a way she almost felt like that, and not a sister at all. After all, there was no point going to a dancing lesson when she was certain she was never going to dance.<br><br>

She picked up another stone. With all her strength she chucked it into the sea, her face crumpling. <br><br>

It was too dangerous, she'd explained to her sisters for what felt like the hundredth time. She'd slip up - she'd hurt someone - she'd show her magic. It wasn't worth the risk. Nothing was, not even a ball; the first ball the girls had ever been invited to. Not even her sisters could stop it, she'd had to explain. It was involuntary. It suddenly happened. It wasn't under her control, she'd had to additionally say to Gerda, who didn't know what 'involuntary' meant. And what if she hurt someone? What if someone learnt of her magic? Not even their parents knew. It would be a scandal, and then she'd be called a monster. Ingrid's gaze slipped over to the yellow ribbon tied on her wrist. With all that she'd said to her sisters, she didn't have the heart to say that she wasn't sure, deep in her heart, whether the ribbons worked. <br><br>

So she wasn't going to any ball and didn't have to practise to dance. The summer sun in Arendelle was always weak. It wasn't ever truly warm, the kind that seemed to occur overseas. Ingrid had only ever seen that kind of heat in picture books, with illustrations of a bright burning sun that never seemed to match up to the weak sunlight they got here. It was never as warm as Agrabah, and Ingrid knew that because they didn't have camels here. All Arendelle had was reindeer and owls and snow foxes. But it was still home, and a sunny day was still a sunny day. It was too warm to be indoors. Maybe it was Ingrid's imagination, but she felt since her discovery of her powers she had found it harder and harder to bear even the mildly warm temperatures of Arendelle. <br><br>

Maybe if she sat in the sun for long enough her powers would disappear. <br><br>

She was reaching for another stone to vent her frustrations with when she saw something funny in the water, something catching her eye. There was some sort of spark, light dancing off something. What? She squinted, scrambling towards the water and peering across curiously. Maybe it was the light hitting a seal’s back - the flap of a flipper, maybe. Despite her sadness, the idea of seeing a seal galvanised her and she looked even more closely.<br><br>

There! There was another spark and now she was looking out for it she could see it more clearly. It was some scales - a fin, or a tail! But her forehead creased. That wasn't a seal. That wasn't even a fish. That fin had to be bigger than any animal she'd ever seen - her eyes widened. "Aaa!" With a sharp cry she darted backwards, struggling to get away. But in her panic she slipped on a piece of uneven ground, part of the slope from the rocks to the sea. On impulse she stretched out her arm to save herself and already she could feel the pull of magic, that spark of blue appearing out of her fingertips -<br><br>

Suddenly a wave of ice crackled over the sea, immediately from where she sat. With a great crackling noise a line of ice was cast over the water in a sweeping arc, inpenetrable walls sealing off the cove from the outside world. In a few seconds it had isolated the cove utterly. Ingrid could only watch in horror, staring out at what she had created. "No no no..." Her hand shook as she lifted it to her mouth. "What have I done?" <br><br>

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<div class="mhpb">People went around their daily business around her. Shopping or picking their kids up from school or going on a break from work they barged past her, talking into phones or people or looking at something on their screens. It was so noisy, so different from the Underworld, Ingrid couldn’t help thinking as she glanced about, shrinking from the throughfare of the pavement. There had been a hushed silence there. People had been scared to talk too loudly, to attract attention. Here? Here there was a cacophony of noise - the rumble of cars and chatter amid wind and rain and noises she hadn’t thought she would ever hear again. At least it gave her a small amount of privacy. People didn’t look around at the woman hovering outside the parlour, didn’t notice how her nails bit into her fist. <br><br>
How come the ice cream parlour was still standing? Surely the place would have been abandoned after her death, left to rust where it stood. But yet here it was, just the same as she remembered it. The Ice Queen reached out to touch the brick as her eyes cascaded down the familiar shop front.
She’d gotten used to it over time - running her own business. Her ice powers certainly saved on energy costs and she had been free to do as she wanted, without the burden of children to look after. But the people who surrounded her back then, their cursed selves, she knew almost nothing about. She had never lived in the Enchanted Forest, didn’t know the main players or the significance of their presence here. Rumplestiltskin she recognised, walking about Storybrooke with his cane, but everyone else? It was only later that she discovered she served this person or that person, that she could put distantly remembered names from a land far, far away to faces she now saw every day. <br><br>

She hadn’t cared. Ingrid could’ve been surrounded by dark magic - as, she later found out, she was - and she would have weathered it all. Her sole goal had been finding her sisters then, waiting for Emma to come, thinking up ways of rescuing Elsa. Running an ice cream parlour had been at best a funny little injoke with herself and at worst a source of income. No one else mattered but Elsa and Emma. Sisters. Family. A shared bond through magic and similarity. Everything else was secondary. <br><br>

Now? Now the shop made her feel distinctly unwell. It was the one place she avoided in town, the one building her eyes skimmed over as if it wasn’t there at all. But she couldn’t be scared of a shop. She had to return here - set the record straight, see it again. Taking a deep breath, Ingrid walked in. <br><br>

The shop was empty of customers. When Ingrid had been working here there had been peak times when people would fancy a strawberry whip, a chocolate flake, whatever it was that tickled their fancy. Right now had never been a good time for customers and it looked like the same held now - if people even came back here. She saw no reason why they would. It was closed. Derelict. Gone. She turned around on the spot, taking in its familiar interior. Nothing had changed. It was almost exactly how she had left it, like nothing had ever happened….<br><br>

Bar the noise.<br><br>

The coolers had never run while she was here in town. Her own powers had maintained the ice cream, or at least rescued them from being soggy muck on the floor. But now the machines were running, a hum in the background that made her freeze to the spot. Her eyes widened. Someone was here - someone had the machines on…<br><br>

At a voice she whirled around to the counter, jumping a little. "Hello?"<br><br>

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