[ event: Flashback ]

[clocktowering]

Once upon a time, the people of Storybrooke were once the characters from the fairy tales we all grew up with. Then the curse hit and everyone was trapped without their memories in the town we know quite well already.

We all know that story, of course, but what about before the curse? Well, that's where this post comes in. There are untold stories from before the curse that we would like to investigate and these flashbacks posts are where you tell them. Post with your character (with a location or plot idea if you wish) and tag others, as long as they are in their fairy tale forms (sorry Henry and Emma players). We ask that you warn for spoilers in your subject line if you intend to use knowledge gained from tonight's episode in your scenario. Thank you!

Remember, everyone, play nice and have fun.

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[hairchimes]

[Frost acknowledges her gratitude with the soft touch of a breeze and drifting snowflakes in her hair. At least she has that much respect and awareness of the forest's magic; it deserves clearer warning, at least. So with the next breeze he whispers.]

The deep forest is not meant for you. Take your rest and go.

[oncesnowed.livejournal.com]

[ Snow is sure she isn't imagining the whisper in her ear anymore, and the words she hears only cause for her chest to clench. She knows whoever, whatever has good intentions... but she doesn't have many options. ]

The forest is all I have left.

[hairchimes]

[All she has left? What an arrogant phrase; it's not hers. The next breeze is cold enough to be faintly cutting against bare skin--a warning.]

The forest does not belong to you.

[oncesnowed.livejournal.com]

[ She shivers from the breeze, but the words that come with it is what freezes her. But soon anger flares within Snow, and she can't help but snap a bit. ]

I know I do not own the forest. But it is my home.

[ She feels silly for arguing with something she can't see. Perhaps she is going crazy-- the cold is finally settling in beyond just her skin, causing her mind to imagine things. Her grip tightens on the firewood she has just discovered, and she turns on her feet to head back in the direction of the cave. ]

[hairchimes]

[The wind and snow swirls, focussing on a point only a few feet in front of her; in only a matter of seconds the snow has gathered and Frost is standing there. He looks basically like a man, but made of ice, his body sharp-edged and face forbidding, his blue eyes narrowed.]

What right do you claim to make it your home?

[This time his voice issues from his mouth instead of the air, but when he speaks it comes with an arctic blast. Most humans, when they come this deep, seek only to claim the forest for their own.]

[oncesnowed.livejournal.com]

[ She stops when she sees the body form before her, and other than the widening of her eyes, her surprise is masked. Nonetheless she stands her ground, her chin tilting up as she finds her voice. ]

I only wish to live amongst the forest until I can make my way to the next realm.

[hairchimes]

[He tilts his head, bird-like and studying, unnerving in his intensity.]

What is keeping you from making it?

[The winter only began recently; she must have had reason to journey to the deep forest at its onset, rather than bypassing it to the next human kingdom.]

[oncesnowed.livejournal.com]

[ Though she tries to appear strong and unwavering to the magical being, Snow is very much anxious inside. Her previous encounters with magic have never been pleasant. ]

My fortune is not yet great enough to afford the passage to the next realm.

[hairchimes]

There are better ways to make your fortune than in the deep forest.

[He's not convinced she has any reason to truly be there, and it shows in the way his eyes narrow further, the cold his body radiates. The snow gusts, the frost on the branch nearest him spreading.]

[oncesnowed.livejournal.com]

It is difficult for me to make my fortune in this time of the winter, regardless of where I am. But I cannot seek refuge in any of the nearby villages.

[ If possible, the air around her seems to be lowering further and further, to the point where she cannot help shivering, even the lightest of her breaths visible. ]

[hairchimes]

[The air around him billows out again, colder than before.]

You are a fugitive.

[It isn't a question; why else would she be unable to seek refuge where her own people are?]

Why should you be allowed to remain here, where others might come to seek you? Who hunts you?

[oncesnowed.livejournal.com]

[ Her teeth are chattering now, and she's sure that icicles are beginning to form on the tips of her lashes. But she knows she can't escape from this conversation, and she knows that lying will not aid her situation. ]

T-the Queen of Celan seeks my h-heart

[hairchimes]

[He hisses, snarling, and this time the air blasts around them. His features suddenly seem sharper, his hands curving like daggers in the air.]

Her.

[Yes, he knows of her--a witch who seeks to control more than her due. Abruptly the wind and cold cut off, as if drawn back into Frost so they no longer press on the woman before him. Instead the winter man watches her through slitted eyes, still suspicious but no longer quite so threatening.]

If it's she who seeks you, you may yet find sanctuary here. What are you called?

[oncesnowed.livejournal.com]

[ The temperature returns back to normal, and Snow lets out a grateful sigh. Even though it is still cold, feeling begins to seep back to her fingertips. ]

I am Snow White.

[hairchimes]

[For the first time Frost shows something other than anger or intensity; rather, he looks startled. Then abruptly he laughs and throws out his hands; it makes the snow swirl around him, but it seems to be more in play than in threat.]

You are aptly named. I am Frost.

[oncesnowed.livejournal.com]

[ Snow isn't exactly sure how to react with the sudden laughter and the swirl of snow, but his words draw a small smile from the female. Some days she thought her name was somewhat of a curse, but she's glad that someone thinks otherwise. ]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Frost.

[hairchimes]

[It would be silly to disapprove of a name so in keeping with his own nature. Frost tilts his head, a bird-like movement that makes his hair chime once again.]

I will not stop you from remaining here, Snow White. Still you should not linger more than is necessary.

[oncesnowed.livejournal.com]

[ Snow bows her head to show her appreciation, and she nods in understanding. ]

I do not wish to impose on the forest longer than needed. I will take my leave as soon as I secure my passage to the neighboring realm.

[hairchimes]

Luck to you.

[He bows, just slightly, and then spreads his hands. The snow flurries around him, obscuring him, and between one blink and the next he seems to be gone. The wind swirls gently around her as if in farewell; he'll stay just long enough to make sure she knows the way back, but then he plans to leave for elsewhere.]