I already wrote smut today. So you’ll get True Love’s Kiss without smut. I hope that’s okay. :-)
He is cold. So cold.
Ice crystals are clinging to his beard, his face pale, almost ice blue.
And he is so cold.
"Emma?" She hears Mary Margaret call out but she doesn’t react. She can’t believe he is really lying frozen in front of her.
This can’t happen. She can’t lose him. Not him too.
"Emma, he is gone."
Her mother’s voice again, but she just shrugs her shoulders. She doesn’t want to be touched right now. And he is not gone. He can’t be.
This is not happening. He would never leave her. Not he. Never.