Thaw

“H-hey. I got inside.” She shivers again, inordinately pleased with herself. “I’m g-gonna pick fights with all the ice g-goddesses out there if that’s what it takes for you to let me in.” Regina silently moves her fingers to trace a line down Emma’s jaw, and her teeth finally stop chattering. “Of course, I might be dead soon,” she amends. “So I guess that may not always work.”

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She’s so, so cold.