Teresa laid with her back pressed against the carpet of the living room floor. Her golden hair billowed around her in wavy strands, as her bright ice-blue eyes followed the television screen in boredom. It was Grey's Anatomy still, but she had long since stopped listening to the diagloue. The words of Meredith Grey were deaf to her ears as her thoughts racked her brain.

At lunch, Regina had stopped by with some sandwiches and cocoa from Granny's, to see if the teenager girl was alright. They talked for some time, finally coming to the conclusion that Teresa should speak with Archie. Of course the archer thought otherwise, and even Regina didn't think therapy could help much, but at least she would be able to get the words out. Still, the archer had declined. "What if Archie were to tell someone," she had said to Regina, whom, in response, said, "He legally can't, it's patient-doctor confidentiality."

As soon as Regina had said this, Teresa had scoffed. "Yes, a fake doctorate in a fake town. He's not a real doctor. If I tell him, he'll tell Emma, I know it."

Regina couldn't help but think she was right. He probably would. She had sighed. "Then talk to me. I'll be your fake therapist. Believe it or not, but I'm actually a good listener."

"Maybe we should just tell Henry," Teresa suggested.

"You know we can't do that."

"Regina, I am so tired of keeping this a secret. Normally I'm good at that sort of thing, but this is different. This is literally a life or death situation. And one of those lives is the only person in the world I've ever cared about like this before. I just ... I don't know what to do." Teresa sighed. "David said Henry is stopping by after school, so what am I supposed to say? I've always been able to deal with nightmares, and he knows that ... and he'll know if lie."

"We can't tell anybody, Teresa. If we do, then Emma, David, Snow, and probably Guyliner as well, will act out. They'll try and find Hyde themselves and face him head on╶ "

Teresa sighed. "And we don't want anybody to die, yeah, I know. Fine ... I won't tell anybody. But if I make it snow again I don't want to hear you complain that it's cold."

Teresa was pulled out of her thoughts when Neal's baby babble began to come through the baby monitor. He had woken up from his nap. With a sigh, Teresa began heading upstairs.

She entered his room and found the bundled up baby boy sitting in his crib and playing with one of his stuffed animals that gave the crib some decoration. She smiled down at the baby, and when he seen her, he pulled himself up and gave a big grin.

"Hey, bud," she cooed, lifting him up. "You have a good nap?"

The teenager crossed the room to the changing table and laid him down. She grabbed a new diaper and unbuttoned his thick clothing so that she could change him. Once he was cleaned up, she bundled him up again and frowned when she seen how read his nose was. He was cold, all the bundles of clothing and blankets she had given him obviously having not done the job.

"Oh god," she sighed. She lifted him into her arms and began heading downstairs. "I really hope you don't get sick. Your mommy may just kill me." With a moments hesitation, she paused to stare at the back door. She bit her lip, looking to the cold infant in her arms and the snow that had piled up during the night. Then, she sighed. "You've got this," she whispered to herself, hoping that, with these three words, she could muster up enough courage to use her magic after what she's done.

Teresa crossed the room and knelt down at the door to put Neal's shoes on. Once his shoes had been secured to his tiny feet, she picked him again and carried him into the living room. She began dragging Neal's bouncer toward the back door, which she pulled open and stepped out into the cold weather in her sweat pants, t-shirt, and boots.

She set his bouncer on the back porch and buckled Neal in, smiling softly when he began to squeal at the sight of the snow and the flakes that were still slightly falling from the sky. He jumped up and down in his bouncer, causing his toys to make noise and his feet to squish in the snow covering the porch.

The slightly-trembling teenager glanced once more toward the infant before moving down the four steps and into the snow. She stopped a few steps in and reached up to her neck, where her crystal pendant rested against her chest. She had put it on after she got out of the shower in case her powers got out of control again. Again, she hesitated, then reached behind her neck and unclasped it. She put it in her boot as she could feel her powers restore. The cold flow of her magic shot throughout her body much faster than she anticipated that she even gasped and stumbled a bit. It had been so long since she last subdued her abilities.

"You've got this," she told herself again.

She held out her open palms and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and focused, just as Elsa had instructed in Arendelle. "Take a deep breath, in and out, in and out," she could hear Elsa tell her, "then think of a memory. A beautiful one. Your mother. Think of your mother, or perhaps a friend, whatever you think is best. Then feel the snow, reach for it in your mind and absorb it."

After a moment, Teresa could feel her hair start to whip around her face and the magic flowing into her body. She opened her eyes and found her hands glowing a bright blue╶ and around her, the snow was forming into snowflakes and flying towards her hands. Teresa smiled. It's working.

It happened slowly, but the outcome was just as she hoped. Every bit of snow, frost, and ice was gone from Storybrooke. The grass was green, the sun was shining, and the heat had returned with the slight autumn chill.

Teresa reached back into her boot and pulled out her pendent, placing it back around her neck. She had no intentions to cause this sort of weather again. She just hoped that when Henry came by he wouldn't notice it. In his mind, she has always had full control over her powers╶ she wondered if he was disappointed in her after today.

Pushing those thoughts aside, Teresa walked back onto the porch and picked Neal up. She removed his snow suit, leaving him in a jacket and jeans. His nose was still red, but that was to be expected since the winter she had caused most likely still lingered on his skin. She pressed a kiss to his cheek, smiling when she felt his body heat instead of cold, then carried him toward his swing in the yard so that he could play.

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Henry wasn't able to concentrate at school all morning. He was longing just to know if Teresa alright, and his grandmother could tell. At one point, he tried to close his eyes and picture Teresa in his mind, hoping that their soulmate bond could somehow allow him to speak with her telepathically, like he was a superhero from one of his Marvel comics, yet nothing happened. All he found was emptiness and his own worried thoughts.

When lunch came around, he texted her twenty-eight╶ and possibly even more╶ times, and she never once responded, which only further worried him. Henry thought that maybe the night terror was about him, so he even tried having Violet text her, but even that didn't work. Teresa was obviously trying to avoid all contact with her phone. Again, only further worrying him.

Henry knew his girlfriend was strong, so strong that she rarely showed her emotions or allows herself to cry, yet the past week╶ it was as if Teresa had become an entirely different person. She displayed jealousy and pain, tears, even, and now she was terrified. But why? What had terrorized the almighty Teresa Holmes so bad that she manipulated the weather to the worst winter Storybrooke has ever seen?

When the bells had rang, signifying the end of the day, Henry was the first one to leave his classroom ... and he was seated near the back. He had slammed his books shut, gathered them up in his arms, and took off down the hallway in a frenzy, nearly running into his grandmother on the way out, who had means to speak to him. But he brushed her off and headed for his locker, where he opened it up and threw his books in, taking out the ones he would need for studying, before slamming it shut and leaving the school property, only to pause abruptly.

The snow was gone and the air was far more warm. He assumed Teresa must have used her magic to make it go away, which caused him to frown some. He wish he could have seen that, and wondered what it must have looked like when she used her magic to absorb the October winter she had conjured.

Henry knew his grandmother would most likely be heading to the station to check on his grandpa before returning home, so he decided to walk. It was, afterall, a lot warmer now. He knew it would be a long walk though, so his first stop had been Granny's. He ordered two cups of cocoa and left with slightly-hurried steps. He passed the library, where he waved to Killian and Belle, before continuing on.

When he reached his grandparents home, he didn't even bother to knock as he stepped inside the house. He wiped his shoes on the rug and let his backpack fall onto the floor by the shoe rack.

"Teresa," he called, glancing around for her. "Teresa?" He looked in the kitchen, the living room, and he even went upstairs to see if her and Neal were taking a nap, but nothing. Maybe she took Neal on a walk, he thought.

He went back downstairs, only to find that Neal's stroller was still in the living room, so she hadn't taken him for a walk like he assumed. Then he heard it, the joyous laughter of a baby that could only be Neal. His brows furrowed as he listened closely, trying to pinpoint their exact location. When he heard Neal's laughter again, he knew that Teresa had taken him into the backyard.

He crossed the room and pulled open the back door. There, he found Teresa pushing Neal in his swing. He smiled and stepped out onto the porch, causing her to look up. Her smile dropped and her eyes widened slightly.

"Henry," she greeted shakily, her arms dropping to her sides.

His eyebrows raised at the reaction. "Hey." Henry walked down the steps to approach them at the swing set, the cocoas still in his hands. "I, uh, got you a hot chocolate from Granny's."

Teresa smiled lightly and took it from his outstretched hand. "Thank you."

Henry watched her take a sip. He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck and sighed, not knowing how to approach the situation. He had all morning to do that, yet now his mind was a complete blank. What do I say?

Teresa could tell what he was trying to say. She sighed. "Henry, I'm okay. I promise," she lied through her teeth, hoping that by using a soft tone he wouldn't hear the lie. Her heart clenched and the guilt settled in, but she kept a straight face. She hated lying to him, especially when he looked at her with those soft and warm brown eyes. It was like looking a puppy.

"But are you?" He asked with hesitation. "Teresa, you made it snow. My grandma said it was a nightmare, but I know you. You don't scare easily when it comes to nightmares." He took a small step forward. "You can tell me, you know that, right?"

"Of course I do," Teresa replied, "but I can assure you that I'm fine. This nightmare ... it just got to me is all."

Henry's brows furrowed. "What was it about?"

"I can't remember. All I can remember is how terrified I had been in it."

Henry stared at her for a long moment. The longer her stared at her, the more he could see the truth. She was lying. She knew what had happened in her dream, but he was keeping it from him. He didn't understand why a dream could be so horrible that you can't even share it. Something must have happened to me, he assumed. His face softened and he nodded. He was going to drop it, as she clearly didn't want to talk about it.

"So," he began, glancing around, "you made it normal again."

Teresa chuckled. "Yeah."

"And you couldn't have waited for me?" Henry only half joked, a smirk on his face.

"Shut up," she said, hiding her grin with her cup of cocoa, as she took another sip.

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So the next chapter will be the real first date and then we finally start eason 6 and meet some more new characters╶ yay!