The snowflakes had led them away from town and into the forest. As there was no trail to follow on the ground – not even a half-covered deer track – Killian had made it a habit to mark the trees that he passed with X:es, using his hook to quickly carve them into the bark. A habit that Elsa found very peculiar.
“What are you doing?” she eventually asked.
“Leaving a trail”, Killian replied. “I must say that I’m more accustomed to outrunning bad weather than following it.”
“Snow isn’t bad”, Elsa corrected, “and we’re following magic.”
“Try to outrun that too, when given the chance”, Killian admitted and marked the next tree. To his surprise both Elsa and Josh chuckled at this statement, causing him to turn around.
“What’s so funny?”
“Emma has magic”, Josh replied, “and from what I saw of you on Friday night you’re clearly not trying to outrun her.”
“Well, she’s one of the exceptions. And in the case of her and me… it’s more the other way around.”
“What, that she’s trying to outrun you?” Josh asked.
“Maybe she feels the same way about pirates as you do about magic”, Elsa suggested with a smile.
“I’ve worked to change”, Killian replied, “and, actually, being a pirate is not necessarily a bad thing, particularly if you happen to be a charming one like myself.”
“I think your self-appreciation is blinding you to a simple fact”, Elsa countered.
“It’s not about you; it’s about her.”
“Oh, so only a few short days have passed and you know Emma better than I do?” Killian asked and raised an eyebrow at the blonde. Elsa shrugged.
“We’re a lot alike”, she replied. “When you have the weight of the world on your shoulders it can be hard to let someone in, to trust them. Even when they want what’s best for you.”