[ 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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[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.]